Hi! Randombluetabby here, writing my first story -- No flames please! This is my first time writing and I'm doing this mainly doing this because my stupid mind works like a book and I can't get it out of my head
Summary: (Alternate Universe) (People may be OOC) The Malfoys are very wealthy and very high on the social ladder. The Grangers are also very wealth, but not as popular. When Hermionie Granger finds out she's to be married off to the infamous Draco Malfoy, she's not too happy. What happens when Ronald Weasly (also wealth) gets jealous and tries to win over Hermionie despite the fact that she's already going to get married? RWHGDM.
"What!" screeched an outraged Hermionie Granger, brown curls whipping around her as she spun to face her parents.
"Er… You're going to be wed to Draco Malfoy?" offered her slightly startled mother.
"Since when?" she demanded, going red with hardly controlled anger. It took everything she had to keep herself from strangling her parents.
"Since before you were born." Supplied her father, being more accustomed to his daughters' outbursts than his wife.
Hermionie's jaw went slack and her shoulders slouched, a look of shock registered on her beautiful features. She quickly snapped her mouth shut and straightened her shoulders and she tried to get a hold of her emotions. Closing her eyes and taking a deep, shuddering breath, Hermionie was able to not pounce on her parents when she opened her eyes again. Her anger was still glittering dangerously in her chocolate brown eyes, though.
"Arranged marriage?" she ground out between clenched teeth, trembling with rage.
Her mother had apparently regained herself because she nodded matter-of-factly at the question, as did her father.
Hermionie's brow furrowed and she practically whined.
"But we're in the 21st century! Do you know how old arranged marriage is?" she asked her parents, incredulous. "Besides," she added "I'm 17 and should be able to make my own decision on who I marry!"
"Sweetie, we're great friends with the Malfoy family, we're going to meet with them next week, you should come," her mother said, ignoring her daughters last statement.
Hermionie looked at her, horrified. When she finally regained herself she yelled "No!" and her parents and ran out the door.
She was wiping at the tears in her eyes, not paying attention to where she was going when she crashed into someone, falling to the ground.
"Oof! Watch where you're-" started a tall, handsome silver-blond boy about the same age as her. He started to brush off her coat and snap at her but stopped when he say her tear-stained face looking up at him from the snowy pavement where she fell. He was dressed in a heavy brown coat, with a dark chocolate turtleneck sweater underneath, he had black pants and pale skin. His cheeks were flushed a light pink from the biting cold wind that whipped around his face, causing his hair to dance merrily in the wind. "going.." the mystery boy finished.
Hermionie looked up at the pale boy. 'He has to be at ! He's gorgeous!' she though, then shivered violently when she realized she was sitting in a pile of snow up to her ankles, her bare arms and skirt-clad legs beginning to tremble because she had foolishly left her coat at her house when she had stormed out.
'I can't go back and get it now!' she thought, more tears falling from her eyes, leaving icy trails on her rosy cheeks. 'Not after that-!' A brow-gloved hand interrupter her thoughts as she stared into the face of the hand's owner. 'It's the man I crashed into!'
She winced as she took his hand, she was sore from that hard fall, he smiled worriedly at her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, handing her his jacket.
"Y-yes, and call me Hermionie." she answered him, pulling on his still-warm jacket and trying to control her chattering teeth.
"You must be freezing, why didn't you have a coat?" he asked her, curiosity apparent in his silky voice.
Hermionie glanced at him, unsure of whether to tell him or not. 'What is he laughs at me? No, he wouldn't he gave me his coat. Mmm, it's real soft and warm…' Sighing, she began to tell him her dilemma as they walked into a café.
An hour and two steaming cups of tea later, Hermionie had gotten through her entire story.
"So, I crashed into you and here I am." She finished with a sigh, taking a final sip of her tea.
He nodded "Arranged marriage…" He seemed to be thinking about her dilemma, but Hermionie could se a glint of something she couldn't figure out flash through his eyes.
'So,' he though, after hearing her whole story, 'This is the I'm supposed to marry? She's not that bad, hair curly but not bushy, petite, rather pretty too…' He wasn't about to tell her that he was Draco Malfoy, her future husband though. 'She'll react badly… Probably rip my eyes out or something…'
"Marrying someone is a big deal," she said, shaking Draco out of his thoughts, "I don't want it to be just because my parents made a silly agreement before I was born." she finished bitterly.
"Arranged marriages are very old fashioned but they've worked for quiet a few people." He said logically.
Hermionie glared at him, "Sounds as if the idea doesn't both you." She spat.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't like the idea of arranged marriages either," he said, unfazed by her hostile tone. "Asking your children to give up the right to choose their own life seem selfish." He continued, looking intensely into Hermionie's eyes, making her heart flutter.
Hermionie averted her eyes, unable to take his heated gaze. 'How is he able to make me feel like this?' she though, feeling the knot in her throat loosen as she swallowed.
The man paid the bill and they walked out of the café, She wearing his coat and examining him from the corner of her eyes. She noted his broad shoulder and strong arms, even through the thick cloth of his turtleneck. His hands were in his pockets as they strolled down the deserted, snowy street.
He led them to an abandoned park. Brushing the snow off one of the benches, he sat down gesturing for Hermionie to do the same. Blushing, she sat next to him.
Noticing her surrounding Hermionie began to speak, "I don't think I've ever been to this park before." She said.
Draco smirked, "I like coming here after classes. It's very relaxing. Between school and my job at my fathers' office, coming here is the only real time I get to myself."
"Oh," Hermionie flushed, "I won't take up any more of you time!" she said, feeling embarrassed and awkward.
Draco smiled at her, "It's okay, today's my day off, I have plenty of time." He said, making her flush a deeper shade of pink.
After and awkward pause Hermionie spoke again "S-so, um, are you in high school?"
"First year of college," He replied, turning to look at her. "Hermionie, what are you going to do about the arrangement?" he asked 'What are you going to do when you find out it's me?'was his real question.
Hermionie looked at her hands 'I don't know," she said, "My mom says that two people destined for each other are tied together by a red string. How am I supposed to find that person if they arrange a marriage with someone I've never met?"
"You really are set against this, huh?"
"Wouldn't you be? They want to choose my future for me!" she said, balling her fist in anger.
"But the world is like that, you can't control you fate." He said, smirking at Hermionie's reaction.
'I don't believe that! I won't accept it!" she said, raising her voice without realizing it.
"You really are a bold person," he smirked "and a loud one." He added, smiling down at her.
Hermionie shot him a glare and blushed simultaneously.
Draco heaved a sigh "I'm expected to carry on the family business and inherit the Mal- the family fortune and manor when my father dies, since I'm the only son."
"What do you want to do?" Hermionie asked him.
"Even if I did know, it wouldn't matter, I wouldn't be able to do it." He said, his voice taking on a slightly bitter tone.
"I guess we're the same then." She said, sounding remorseful.
"I guess so." He agreed, taking on the same tone as her.
"It's so unfair," She continued, "I've never had a boyfriend, never had my first kiss, but now…"
Draco glanced at her as she trailed off, wondering why a pretty like her had never had a boyfriend before.
She sighed "And now that I've met you it makes it even harder because I like you." She said, blushing a light shade of pink.
Draco let her words rattle around his head, 'Well, at least I know she won't be unhappy with who she's bound to marry. But I still don't think I'll tell her just yet…'
"Well," Draco said, "For tonight, I'll be your boyfriend."
Bleh, that last line killed me, it's so... Not Draco. Well, this is how I think Draco would be at age 18 if there was no Voldemort, wizarding world, or "boy-who-lived" so, yeah, no flames please!