Bittersweet alliance
Summary:
It's the 7th year in Hogwarts for Hermione and the waves are just threatening to crush over her head. She has to marry Fenrir Greyback, unless… she pairs up with Draco Malfoy?? Well, Dumbledore's got a plan.. NOT HPB compliant, DM/HG pairing. M for later chapters.
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A/N: Hello dear readers, this is my first fic ever so I really hope you will like it. Any feedback is appreciated!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all Harry Potter characters, places, etc belong to JKR.
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Chapter 1
It was a sunny summer day when Hermione woke up to the sound of loud knocking on her window. After a couple of seconds she realised that it was an owl with a letter attached to its leg. It seemed very impatient, so after stretching and yawning a bit more, Hermione got up and walked to her window. After letting the bird go, she sat back on her bed, and opened the letter. On the yellow parchment she immediately recognised the neat handwriting to be Dumbledore's. The letter said:
Dear Miss Granger,
It is my duty to let you know that according to hundreds of years of tradition, Fenrir Greyback, as the leader of the werewolves has the right to claim one witch whom he wishes to marry (which of course includes biting her so she also will become a werewolf). This tradition has been established in order to keep the peace between werewolves and wizards and witches. After seeing you in several battles, he developed a certain affection for you and the day before yesterday he turned to me to make his claim, which was indeed you. In spite of the ongoing war, the Order is determined not to give the werewolves additional reasons to fight us, so we cannot simply deny his claim.
Hermione was on the verge of passing out, by now she turned a lovely shade of green, she was afraid that she might get sick. Somehow she summoned the strength to read on, terrified of what the letter will say next.
However, in the last two days the Order has been desperately trying to find a loophole in the rules, so we can get you out of this spiteful situation. We were able to discover the one and only possibility to avoid an additional reason for the war to continue without having to oblige. The tradition includes an exception, which is that the witch in question has already been claimed by a powerful and pure blooded wizard as his. The Order decided that given the current situation, the wizard should have a family that Greyback respects and even fears. Therefore we chose Draco Malfoy to be your saviour. For our plan to work, we must make Greyback believe that the two of you developed a serious relationship, for which reason the both of you will have to move to the castle within this week. We have been given 7 days to give Greyback an answer. Please let us know when you can arrive as soon as possible.
Thank you.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
PS. Do not worry about Mr Malfoy's answer; I am certain that he will be more than happy to help.
By the time Hermione finished reading, she sank down to the floor from her bed and was breathing rather quickly. From one bad situation she got into another one, for a couple of minutes thousands of thoughts were racing through her mind. But one thought kept coming back, suppressing the other ones.
'…Why me?...'
Draco Malfoy did not have a relaxing summer. He had been trying desperately to get away from his father who has been planning to involve his son in the war as much as possible, giving him small tasks and taking him with him on the Death Eaters' little "tours". He was very determined to get himself and his mother out of the whole war; he was sick and tired of his father torturing them both. So he turned to Dumbledore, who had promised him that he would find a way to protect them both. Draco had been exhausted and completely stressed out by the end of July, but he felt his heart racing when he saw Dumbledore's owl in the kitchen window. He let the bird in quickly, knowing that his father was away, so it was safe to read the letter there. His hands were slightly shaking as he unrolled the piece of parchment.
"Get out now!" he yelled at a house elf that just entered the kitchen.
"Sorry, Master Malfoy…" the elf said quickly, and he disappeared with a discreet pop.
Draco started to read immediately.
Dear Mr Malfoy,
I am happy to let you know that I think I found the solution to your current situation.
As he read on, first he got very pale, then his stomach started to feel weird and by the time he finished, he positively felt like running straight to the bathroom. After a few minutes, he considered the information that he had been given and he decided that he had to do whatever it took to protect his mother and himself. An hour later he already sent back his answer and packed his trunk, ready to leave for Hogwarts.
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A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. I know it's pretty short, but before posting more I wanna know what you think! ;) So please REVIEW!
The second chapter will be longer, I promise..