A/N: Hey everyone! I don't normally ship this pair - Draco/Hermione - but this idea was sparked because I was inspired by a story the girl sitting next to me was writing. I also didn't want to do the assignment given to us. XD So, please let me know what you think, because I'll feel like I'm doing a bad job with no reviews :# So I'm going to stop babbling so much, and get to the story. :) Oh, and another thing, in this story, Hermione is living with Ginny and her family, because her parents were killed. Oh, and another other thing: Hermione calls Mr. and Mrs. Weasley mum and dad because they want her to feel at home.
-Prologue
Hermione grunted. Perfect. The pin had popped. Not only did she not want to attend this stupid "party", she was going to have to play dress up all over again. She hated that. She hated having to wear dresses so tight, she couldn't breathe. "Ugh...mum," she said in between gulps of air as Mrs. Weasley, often called mum because she didn't want Hermione to feel motherless, pulled the string tighter on her corset. "Mum...I...can't breathe... Too tight." She sucked in a large amount of air when Mrs. Weasley released the strings a bit. "Mum, I don't see why I have to wear these ridiculous clothes. I'd much rather wear trousers- "Watch your mouth," Mrs. Weasley said sternly as she stopped momentarily to give Hermione a good glare.
"If anyone but Ginny and me find out that you wear those, you'll surely be attacked. You and the rest of us!" Hermione sighed, knowing Mrs. Weasley was right. She pulled up her hair as she allowed Mrs. Weasley to zip up her dress. "Thanks," she said silently as she grabbed her necklace from off her bed, and clasped it around her neck.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but scowl at how stupid she looked. Mrs. Weasley, however, seemed to think differently, for she was beaming like someone had just brought her her favourite dessert. "Oh, stop frowning, sweetie. You look darling!" Molly beamed with pride. "I look stupid!" Mione declared angrily. Molly sighed. "I'm sorry you think that way. I wish I could change your mind. However, even if you don't like how you look, you can't argue with the fact that you and your sister both need suitable husbands." Hermione scowled again. "Fine. Whatever. Let's just go." Mrs. Weasley sighed, and held onto Hermione's hand. "Let's go get you a husband, eh?" She said with a slight smile, and a small squeeze on Hermione's hand.
-A/N: So, was the prologue any good? Um, in case any of you were confused, Hermione's corset pin popped, so she had to get another corset to wear; I just didn't add that in. But, I think you could figure it out... if I wasn't too vague about it. Um, please let me know if it was any good. Like I said, I normally don't write this, so I'm not sure if this was any good. It was actually only supposed to keep my attention whilst I sat through a boring science class. ^_^
