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She woke up with a content smile on her face. She had not yet opened her eyes, and she felt a nice, warm feeling, not moving from the bed. She was lying on her stomach, her chest over somebody else's and her back covered by their arm. As she opened her eyes, she started to realise something was wrong with this situation. She hadn't gone to sleep with anybody else the previous night, and her room certainly did not look like this. Come to think of it, who was this person beneath her that gave her such good feelings only moments before?

As she focussed on the other inhabitant on the bed she screamed and jumped up in horror. It was only then that the sleeping person started to stir, and it was only as he started to open his eyes that the she realised she was not wearing any clothes.

"What the fuck?" Those words, screamed at the top of her lungs, had jolted him into consciousness. He looked around and knew that he had certainly not been in this particular room before, but just put it down, as always, to having way too much to drink the night before and crashing at someone else's house. That had happened plenty of times before and he knew how to handle it. He might even be able to score another round with the girl before he left, who ever she was. A smirk began to form, until he remembered how he woke up; he had never awoken to such a reaction as the one that had just occurred. He prided himself on being such a considerate lover, regardless of the type of slut he was bedding, so why would someone, after an obviously wonderful night, wake up yelling like that.

What he didn't know is he would have gotten his answer if only he turned around and looked at the now fully dressed girl that was critically observing him at that moment. One look would have told him not to say what he was planning to. Instead, he decided to unknowingly put his foot in it.

"Mmm, sweetie you were awesome last night, the best I've had in a long time. You want to have another round before I leave?"

There was a long pause after he said this. He had not yet looked at this girl as his back was facing her so he just thought that she was getting ready for another round with him. He was not, however, expecting the response he got.

"I don't know what you did to me last night Malfoy, and you are a sick bastard if you enjoyed it, but I assure you I would never go another round with you for the rest of my life. When I find out what you did, you can bet your sorry ass that I will make you pay. I can't believe you planned this whole thing. What did you do to me? Drug me? It had to have been something like that because I would never get into your bed willingly. But if I'm the best you've had then you must have been desperate enough to do something this low."

Her voice sounded so familiar to Draco, but he couldn't quite place it. He turned over to look at her and he recognised her immediately. He caught her eye and there was a flash of an unexplainable emotion. They froze, staring at each other, unable to move and both not knowing how they got into this situation. Only two words came out of his mouth, in a half whisper, which broke the current spell they were under.

"Hermione Granger"

"Wait."

Hermione had turned to walk out the door, disgusted with the thought of waking um in the arms of her long time enemy, when she heard him. His voice was not his usual harsh and insulting voice, but more innocent and hopeful. After convincing herself this was all his doing and she was the innocent party in the events of the previous night, all she wanted was to just keep walking, to leave and never come back, but her curiosity about what he so desperately wanted to say to her won the internal battle and she turned around silent, waiting for an explanation.

"I don't know how this happened. I can't remember anything about last night. Actually I don't think I have ever even been in this room before. I have enough girls to satisfy me under normal conditions that I don't need to stoop to such low levels, to drug you just so I can sleep with you, I am not desperate. So care to explain how you got here Granger?"

He had watched Hermione as he had said this wanting to see her reaction, but instead all he had seen was the impression that she had found something very interesting on her hand, the way she stared at it, and nothing else. She started to fidget, and tried to do something to her hand. He knew she was uncomfortable about what happened; after all she was the Griffindor princess who was known to be a prude, why else would she be acting this way. He wanted to play with her a bit, make her feel bad about this whole thing and torture her a bit, but he found he just couldn't be bothered.

"Look Granger, just tell me what happened last night and then you can leave, I don't want you around any more than you have to be."

Hermione looked unfazed by what he was saying, it was almost as if she wasn't listening to him, still concentrating on her left hand. Eventually however, she looked up and straight in Draco's eyes, deadly serious.

"Is there anything different about your left hand?"

Hermione kept staring at him, desperately hoping for some sign of recognition or at least a smirk telling her that this was all a joke, because she was getting worried. She was in a strange place she had never been in before, she had just woken up next to Draco Malfoy and not only that but she had just noticed a tattoo on her left hand and she couldn't get it off. Malfoy said he had no idea what happened either and she wasn't sure she could believe him. However his face, which had just started to look worried as he looked at his hand, began to confirm that he had no idea what happened either. All she knew was that two identical marks had appeared on their left hands, and they couldn't take them off. That could only mean one of two things in the wizarding world; either someone was playing a horrific joke on the both of them, or they had gotten married last night.

"Look Granger. This has to be a joke. Just tell me what you did and then we can reverse it. I promise I won't hex you or anything." Draco Malfoy's voice was almost unnaturally calm, in fact, so calm it could be deemed threatening.

"I don't think you understand Malfoy. I have no fucking idea what happened last night. I went to sleep in my room last night and woke up, in here without any fucking clothes on. If you had nothing to do with this either, as you claim, then I think somebody else set this up."

"Who knew you used such colourful language Granger. I could get used to that. Always had a bit of a fetish for a woman with a dirty mouth." Malfoy looked at her with his trademark smirk and was rewarded with her losing what little composure she had left.

"Well the only time you're ever going to here my "dirty mouth" Draco Malfoy is when I tell you to fuck off and leave me the hell alone. You can get off to that if you really want to, but I won't elaborate any more than that."

"I hate to break it to you Granger, and as much as it kills me to say this, but I think we're going to be stuck together for a long time, so I guess you had better learn to elaborate, because if that mark on your hand means anything, we are legally husband and wife, and in the wizarding world there is no way to change that."

If this was any other time, or situation Draco would have rejoiced at the fact that he had managed to render Hermione Granger completely and utterly speechless. But this wasn't another time, or situation and at this particular point Draco's words had not only hit Hermione they had hit him. He realised that there was no other realistic explanation of those marks. They had been married the night before with the darkest magic possible, binding them together forever, it was so strong not even death could break the spell. And not only that but this type of dark marriage forbids any type of infidelity between the two, physically or mentally. That meant that Hermione Granger, the Gryfindor mudblood, was the only girl he would ever sleep with for the rest of his life, and there she was, only minutes ago, denying him the right to shag her. Well, for starters, that was going to change, he was going to shag his wife whenever he wanted, regardless of her protests. But he had a feeling that many other things were going to change drastically to, and there was nothing he could do to prevent that from happening.

A/N: This is my first fanfic, and I'm open to constructive criticism, but putting this simply – if you don't review and tell me what you don't like then I can't do anything to change it. Hope you enjoyed it and hopefully you'll want to know what happens next.:)