A/N:

Hello guys. This is yet another dramione story from, because that isn't weird. I will still be writing my other Dramione story, 2005, along with this one. I won't know how I'll be uploading, but I want to upload this story I lot, cause I just love the whole thing. I have great plans ahead for this one, as well as the other one. I'll just write where I feel the juices flowing faster. For now, please enjoy this chapter. It would mean the world if you would give me feedback on what you like and don't like.

Keep in mind that is an AU Dramione, so some things will be changed. I'm also not going to be giving the chapters titles, cause I just feel like it would give the whole thing away, sometimes and I like a little bit of mystery. Sorry for the long Author's note, but I wanted to clear these things out. If you have any questions don't be afraid to ask, I'll try my best to answer.

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I owe none of these characters. They all belong to the magical and beautiful JK Rowling.

Chapter One

Hermione sat on the bed that she owned in the Burrow. Ginny sat next to her, a small smile on her lips, as she talked about her new relationship with Dean Thomas. Hermione was happy with Ginny's new love interest. Still she knew that Ginny would always hold a special place for Harry in her heart. Being the bright witch, and best friend, that she was she had seen Harry's feelings towards Ginny grow into something more that his best friend's little sister.

"He's so sweet Hermione," Ginny said, for the millionth time. "I can honestly see myself with him for a while."

"But not as long as you would see yourself with Harry," Hermione pointed out without thinking. She saw Ginny's expression change from a happy and blissful one to a guilty one."Oh, I'm sorry Ginny. I didn't mean to…"

"Don't worry, you were only speaking the truth," Ginny shrugged. "Do you think he'll ever look at me, more than Ron's little sister."

"He's starting to," Hermione assured her. "You just have to give him time. You know how boys are...they can never see what's in front of them."

"Ron?" Ginny assessed knowingly. Hermione shrugged."What are we going to do with these boys?"

"I honestly do not know."

"Ginny! Hermione!" they heard Mrs. Weasley's voice call out for them. It was dinner time. Hermione could smell cooked chicken, mashed potatoes, shepherd's pie…

Hermione never smelled this in her house. Her parents' house to be exact. She didn't consider her parents' house hers. The house she had grown up in from the age 1-11 had been sold when she was in her first year at Hogwarts. Her parents wanted something smaller, as she wouldn't be there most of the time. They wouldn't either, Hermione being absent for most of the year gave them the opportunity to go around the world and do their important businesses without having to worry about her.

Hermione's parents were usually on a business trip for most of the summer, so she spent a few weeks in London and then went to stay over at the Weasley's. This had been her plan for the past two years now, and she never once doubted her summer invitation to the Burrow.

Harry had arrived out of the blue last night, Dumbledore had dropped him off. Hermione had been sleeping at the time and had not been able to see the old wizard. Everyone had been surprised when Harry had been sitting at the kitchen table, early morning, eating a stack of pancakes and eggs. Ginny and Harry had embraced for a few seconds, but pulled away as if they had been electrified. Hermione could see that they had feelings for each other, Ron on the other hand didn't see anything.

Hermione and Ginny arrived at the end of the stairs and found Harry and Ron waiting for them. Together they walked into the kitchen. Most of the Weasleys were in the kitchen including Percy, who had brought Penelope Clearwater , Charlie, and even Bill came accompanied by Fleur. Hermione saw a Ginny make a face when Fleur nor Bill were watching. She knew that both female Weasleys didn't like Fleur, but unlike them, Hermione actually liked her.

In their fourth year, Fleur had helped her deal with the gossip of Harry and her supposed relationship. When Fleur saw Hermione there, she gave out a small sigh of relief. "Hermiowne," Fleur said, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's been such a long time. You've grown up so much."

"It has been a long time," Hermione agreed, as a light blush spread over her face. Hermione had grown up in the past two years. She was a few inches taller, her hair was now curly not bushy, and she had grown into her body. Not many people had noticed the change in her, but there were some few people who did.

That was all they exchanged. Fleur had been dragged away by Bill, so that they could sit next to Molly. Hermione on the other side went to sit in her usual spot between Ginny and Harry. Hermione didn't enjoy the side glances they each gave to each other, especially since she was in between them. It made later conversations with Harry...weird.

"So Hermione, have your parents decided where you'll be spending your winter vacation," Molly asked. Molly was one of the very few people who saw Hermione's feelings for Ron, and actually tried to bring them together in any way possible. Still there were times where that help wasn't necessary, and became annoying.

"Uh…" she said, picking at her food. That conversation with her parents had involved lots of screaming. Several people thought her family was perfect, but it was quite the opposite of that. She didn't have parents who asked her how her school year went, instead they would ask when she was leaving to the Burrow so that they could plan their next trip across the world. This summer, Hermione had asked her parents to stay with her for Christmas, but they simply denied her, as if she wasn't as important as their business had screamed at them, and they had screamed back causing Hermione to lock herself in her bedroom for the remainder of her stay. "I think I'll just be staying at Hogwarts this year."

Molly cause see the sadness in Hermione's eyes and spoke up. "Well you are always welcome to stay here this Christmas if you want. I'm sure Ginny would enjoy another female's company that wasn't mine, when there'll be so many men around the house."

"Thank you Molly, I'll have to think about it," Hermione said, giving Molly a grateful smile. Hermione turned to Ginny, who gave her a heartfelt smile. Ginny was one of the very few people who truly knew how her parents were really like.

After dinner, Harry and Hermione were assigned cleaning duty which involved washing the dishes. Molly, for one of the very few times, had given in on getting a sink, much to Arthur's happiness. Now, Molly would give each of the kids something to wash, so that they too would see how 'magical' the experience was. It actually did the opposite of that, but the kids weren't going to contradict Molly.

Harry and Hermione stood side by side, Hermione washing the dishes and Harry drying them, putting them back in their individual places. "Are you okay? About your parents, I mean," he asked, as she handed him a wet plate.

"I guess, I just thought this time they would actually choose me, but they didn't. They've changed a lot. Ever since I got my letter when I was eleven. Who can blame them, really. On their daughter's eleventh birthday they find out that she's a witch that will be heading off to a magical castle where she will be taught things they have never heard of before," Hermione said, as she scrubbed mashed potatoes off of a plate. "I don't blame them, nor myself for that matter, but maybe one day they'll fully understand."

"I hope they do 'Mione," he said, giving her a small smile. A few seconds passed by, before he talked again. "Do you know what happened to Lucius Malfoy?"

"No," Hermione shook her head. "What happened?"

"Dumbledore helped him get out," Harry said, shaking his head. "Arthur took me aside a few moments before I came in here and joined you. He told me, to be careful with Draco this year. He doesn't want us meddling with him. Not that we would on any occasion, but he just wanted to make sure I knew before seeing the Prophet tomorrow morning."

"What? They set him free today?" Hermione asked, astonished. "They're letting that foul man get out of a sentence of Azkaban, after what happened last year...it's unbelieveable. The things Dumbledore will do."

"Arthur says that there is a reason he helped him. Arthur heard that Lucius asked to talk to Dumbledore a few weeks back, but no one knows what they talked about, not even the minister," Harry said.

"Well there better be a good reason for Dumbledore to let him walk away," Hermione said, giving him the last plate.

"Ron is going to be pissed when he hears," Harry said, shaking his head as they finished.

"Ron will be pissed if you steal a slice of ham from him. Honestly sometimes Ron's opinion is useless, no offense of course, but let's be honest here Harry," Hermione said, crossing her arms.

"Is it because of the way you feel?" Harry asked, causing Hermione's cheeks to get red. "I know Hermione, I'm you're best friend, I see the way you look at him as you see the way I look at Ginny."

"So do you deny the fact that you have feelings for her?" Hermione asked. She was nervous to hear the answer, not for her, but for her best friend.

"I don't deny the fact that I'm seeing her as more than Ron's little sister," Harry said, chuckling. "You can't tell her though. I want to be the one to show her how I feel."

"That must be really complicated, now that she's with Dean," Hermione said, frowning. Harry nodded. As they turned to walk to the living room, where everyone was supposed to be sitting, quick steps came into the kitchen. It was Ginny. Her clothes were covered in blood, and a slash of blood was spread across her cheek. For a moment, Hermione thought it was Ginny's blood, but looking at her she didn't seem to be in pain.

"Ginny! What happened?" Hermione asked, walking up to her, Harry on her heels.

"The Malfoys…" Ginny breathed. Hermione was invaded but a wave of anger as she heard the words come out of her friend's mouth. Harry took his wand out, an angry expression on his face. "No Harry! It's not what you think. We heard a knock and Bill went to open it and in fell the Malfoys. They're all seriously injured. Fleur and mum are looking after them, but they need another set of hands, and...and I can't do it."

Hermione saw as Ginny's face fell and she started to cry. Harry went up to her and wrapped his arms around her, letting her sob into his shoulder. Hermione walked passed them, giving them privacy. She ran up the stairs where she heard urgent voices from a room, and a muffled scream, come from.

She walked into the scene. Molly and Fleur were taking care of the two elder Malfoy's as Bill and Charlie tried to sustain the youngest Malfoy to the bed. "Ah...fuck…" she heard Charlie said, as the youngest Malfoy got freed of one hand and punched him in the nose.

"My son, help my son please!" she heard Narcissa say in a very faint voice.

"We're doing everything we can right now, Mrs. Malfoy. Your husband is healed and is resting right now. Let me treat your wounds and I'll assist him," Fleur said, in a accentless voice. Hermione knew she was practicing with Bill, but she didn't know she had improved this much.

"No," croaked Narcissa. "Help him, please."

"If I get someone to help him, will you let me heal your wounds?" Fleur asked. She saw as Narcissa, a few moments before she passed out, nod her head. Fleur looked at the door, where Hermione stood. "Help him, don't stun him unconscious, he needs to stay awake, we don't know what wounds he may have."

"What do you want me to do," Hermione asked, making her way over to Draco Malfoy, who continued to try to free himself from Bill and Charlie.

"Check him for any wounds. If he has any easy wounds, heal them, I'll go check up on him," Fleur said, continuing to help Narcissa, as Molly came in and went trying to clean up Lucius wounds.

Hermione made her way over, but was stopped by a figure in front of her, Ron."Hermione, don't do it. Don't help him. He made our lives miserable for five long years. Don't help him."

Hermione was completely astonished at the person in front of her, whom she had known since she was eleven and proved to be a kind person, a bit thick headed sometimes, was stopping her from doing the right thing. "Ron, just move." Hermione tried walking around him, but he followed her. Hermione didn't like how childish Ron was being.

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Help. The. Ferret."

For a moment, Hermione stood there, shocked. "Move" she said.

"Hermione, you are not helping that git," Ron said.

"Weasley," Hermione said, dead serious voice. "Move out of the way. Now."

Hermione could see that Ron was shocked. She had never addressed him by his surname. She took the chance and walked around him and headed over to the trio. Malfoy was still trying to get free of Bill and Charlie.

"Hermione, be careful," Bill said. "He's strong for a sixteen year old."

Hermione nodded and started to work. He had several wounds, that could be treated. She started off with easy one, and began to cast enchantments,that she had read about, in books at the library. Still he wouldn't stop shaking, he stopped restraining, but he wouldn't stop shaking. Bill and Charlie, as well as, Hermione felt comfortable enough to let Hermione work alone. Fleur kept checking every once in awhile to see how she was doing. Hermione found it easy to heal the wounds, knowing what certain spells to cast when she found a chest wound.

"Hermione, you okay staying here, alone. We're going to move Lucius and Narcissa up to another room, that doesn't have blood everywhere," Molly said. Hermione turned around to see a reluctant Ron, helping Harry and Arthur carry Lucius Malfoy away from the room. Bill and Fleur were taking Narcissa up while Charlie and Molly were getting the room ready. She could hear Fred and George trying to comfort Ginny, downstairs.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just make sure that Fleur comes down, I need her check him before he's moved," Hermione said.

"Of course, sweetheart. Yell our name if you need us," she said,urgently and walking after the rest of the Weasleys. Hermione took a deep breath. She had checked, and double checked his wounds, there seemed to be none, but he kept shaking. It might be the trauma the body was going through.

She folded both of his sleeves up. She wasn't too shocked when she found the Dark Mark. It made her uncomfortable, of course, but she found herself tracing it with her index finger. She heard Draco gasp, and looked up. He was still shaking, but his eyes were wide open, looking up at the ceiling.

"Granger? Where am I?" he said, with a very dry throat.

"You're at the Burrow. Look calm down. Does anything hurt?" she asked, trying to calm him down.

He closed his eyes for a second, as if debating where or not he should tell her. "My neck and head," he said, stiffly. Hermione slowly turned his neck and saw a cut, one that could have been done with a knife. It was a circle with several different patterns in it. "Bellatrix."

"Bellatrix? You mean to tell me that your own aunt hurt you this way?" Hermione asked, shocked.

"Me and my parents," he said. "My father came back to pick us up, so that we would go into hiding, like Dumbledore said."

"Dumbledore? You mean to tell me that Dumbledore was going to put you into hiding?" Hermione asked.

"My father and Dumbledore made a deal," he said. He looked at her for a fraction of second before turning his head and looking away. "If we join the Order of the Phoenix, then we are pardoned for the mistakes that we committed."

"Mistakes-"

"Yes mistakes. Look Granger my parents and I were his followers because we had no choice. We did all of this, the bullying, the killing. We did all of that to keep each other alive. We knew that if we stepped a toe out of line, there would be someone behind us to send a killing curse, without hesitation," he said, still looking away. "Everything I did to you and your friends was to make sure my mother didn't die for a mistake that I did commited. I know it's hard to believe, but neither you or a dozen redheads will understand my parents' or my life."

Hermione was shaking slightly, as she tried to turn him over. She held her wand over the wound and casted a charm. As she saw the wound start to heal, she saw a purple mist start floating into her wand. Draco underneath her, could feel something was wrong and asked,"Granger, what did you do?"

"I don't know," she said, as the whole room was invaded by a purple light and she was thrown against the wall. She opened her eyes for a fraction of a second, to see Draco roll back on his back unconscious before the darkness too, took her with him.

"Dumbledore, do you know what this means?" hissed a voice, not one Hermione had heard several times, but one she had heard nonetheless. It was the voice of Lucius Malfoy, standing a few feet away from her.

"Of course I do, dear Lucius. Don't underestimate me. No one who isn't Molly, Arthur, Narcissa, Draco, Hermione, myself and you must know what happened in this room," Dumbledore said.

"What exactly happened Dumbledore," Molly said, in a worried voice. Hermione heard the voice closer. A hand grabbed hers. She wanted to open her eyes and see what was happening, but she couldn't, there was something stopping her from doing so.

"When Ms. Granger tried to heal Mr. Malfoy's wound on the back of his neck, a curse was released-"

"A curse?" she hard Narcissa's voice say.

"The wound on his neck, is actually made by a curse casted on the person. This curse is put only by a family member. This curse was used in high pureblood societies, that wanted their children, grandchildren, or even nephews, if they were reluctant to marry. Now the wound could only be healed, by a person who would be worthy of the person. The person had about a week to find the person. You can say, that Mr. Malfoy here was lucky to have been brought here. Do tell me, whose idea was it to apparate here?" Dumbledore asked.

The whole room went into deep silence. "I thought you…" Hermione heard Narcissa say, in almost a whisper.

"I thought it was you," Lucius said. Hermione's heart began to beat faster, what in the world was going on. What did this mean? What did the curse mean?

Granger! Shut up! Your thinking and beating heart won't let me listen on the conversation, she heard a voice say in her head.

Malfoy? , she thought back.

Hello Granger, Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice as he thought that.

Do you know what this means? I can't be married at such a young age? My parents, my family? No! I refuse to marry a slimy git like you. It's repulsing to think about both of us in that way.

Oh, dear Granger. I don't think there's anything we could do about it. Look Granger, my life is in ruins right now. This is nothing compared to what I'm going to have to face,when I head back to Hogwarts.

Well, this is the worst thing that could happen to ME! I had such a long life ahead of me. Now what? Now I have to be married to Draco Bloody Malfoy.

Hey it can't be too bad.

Trust me, it can be. I can't do this. This is a nightmare! Or a joke! A joke that the twins did! It has to be!

Oh Granger, stop screaming. My head is starting to hurt. Honestly, my life is not going as planned. I thought I would be able to choose my wife. Actually marry someone that I liked, not someone a stupid curse chose for me.

Oh shut up, Malfoy. Ron's going to kill me. Harry's going to kill you and Ginny...she'll want to plan the stupid wedding.

Red is prohibited to be in the wedding. It's horrible...I can imagine it already. I'm just going to mentally throw up now.

Oh gosh, Malfoy! I think I'm going to be sick. Same goes for green, by the way.

Nah, I think the color would suit you.

Ugh, how in the world are we going to wake up. I need to live my life, as much as I have left. I don't need to spend it talking to you.

The feeling is mutual Granger.

I can't believe this is happening to me. Of all people. Me marry Malfoy. I can see the Daily Prophet line already. Pureblood marries Mudblood.

Don't refer yourself like that.

I've gotten used to the word already, thanks for that. It's meaningless to me now. I don't flinch at the sound of it.

Can we please not talk about that.

Whatever.

Hermione laid there, against her own will, in silence. She didn't know what to think. She didn't know if he could hear now.

I can.

Ugh, is it going to be like this forever.

Hope not. I've got enough of your sad and moppy thoughts. Though it could be useful in Ancient Ruins. I have high grades in my classes, but Ancient Ruins is just a shit load of nothing.

Malfoy?

Yes?

Shut up.

More silence. Hermione didn't hear Malfoy talk again as the adults in front of them began to talk to them. "So what does this means, Dumbledore?" Lucius asked.

"I'm afraid to tell you that your future grandchild will be a half blood. Of course for some of us, it isn't bad, but for you it might be," Dumbledore said.

Can't wait to hear what they say.

Granger, shut up. I'm trying to listen.

"Dumbledore. That's the least of our worries. I don't honestly care if he has eleven toes and one eye. Is my son going to be okay?" Narcissa asked.

I like her.

I like her too.

Malfoy. For you it's different. She's your mum , you're supposed to like her.

Not really, I could easily hate her if I want, but why would I? She gave birth to me.

True. Do you think she's saying the truth? About not caring.

I'm positive. Why do you care?

Well, to my great misfortune, I will be carrying a Malfoy in my womb. I just need to know they won't resent him or her.

They won't. If they do then they'll be missing out on a great child.

Ugh, stop being so cheesy. You're making me sick.

Sorry for trying to lift your spirits up.

I'm just going to mentally kill myself now. Can't believe this is happening to us. I'm basically in a comma, with my only entertainment being a slimy ferret. My life is over.

Granger are you actually mentally crying? Oh my god. Get as far away from me as possible. Ew, gross.

Malfoy...stop being so...mean. Sorry...for being so emotional. I just casually found out...who I'm going to be married to. I'm sorry...for worrying.

Oh stop worrying. I'm the one who's supposed to be worrying. Weasley is going to kill me.

Which one?

The one with freckles.

They ALL have freckles you idiot. And red hair so don't say red hair. If you say red hair I know you're just pulling my leg.

Pulling your leg? How-

It's a saying Malfoy.

Oh.

Ya.

"So what? Hermione's life is just chosen for her by curse. Isn't there anything we could do? A counter spell?" Molly said.

"Moly, there is no counter spell. The purebloods back then were way more smarter and stupider than those now. Hermione and Draco were destined to be together," Dumbledore said.

"There is no such thing as destiny," Lucius said.

"I agree," Molly said. "We must just not tell them. They won't remember anything that happened."

I don't like her.

I don't like her right now. Why would she say that? I mean I get. I'm like a second daughter to her, but why would she say that?

Because she probably cares.

Maybe.

"Molly you don't honestly think that not telling the children about this curse. They have every right to know who they're truly meant to be with," Narcissa said.

"I agree," Arthur said, finally speaking.

"Arthur!" Molly exclaimed. Molly tightened her hold on Hermione's hand, and Hermione mentally winced as she couldn't do it physically.

"They'll know either way," Dumbledore said.

"What? How?" Molly asked.

"They've been eavesdropping for a while now, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked.

Shit. The old man knows his magic.

"Indeed I do Mr. Malfoy."

Sorry headmaster.

"No need to apologize. Hermione dear, are you okay?"

Yes sir. Just shocked. Are you positive there is nothing we could do?

"One hundred percent. Now it's up to you if you'll be telling your friends about this."

Malfoy? What do you think?

Look Granger. This is up to you. I lost all my friends when my father made the deal with Dumbledore. The people who I truly care about, already know.

I'm not ready to tell them. Not yet. I'll tell them when I'm ready.

I'm fine with that.

"Good. Seems we're on the same page. No one is to talk about this outside this room without having have casted a silencing charm first," Dumbledore said. "Are we understood?"

Four "yes" were mumbled around the room.

Whatever.

Of course.

Hermione felt a small kiss planted on her cheek, Molly no doubt. Narcissa and Lucius said their goodbyes to Draco and went to their room. It was only Dumbledore, Draco, and Hermione left.

"I need you two to stay together. As much as possible. Hermione I'll be showing Harry some things this year and I need not only you and Ron to know, but also Draco. Harry won't understand why I'll be asking him to tell Draco as well, but it is important that all three of you are there for him to tell you," Dumbledore said.

But headmaster-

"Please, Hermione. I need you to trust me on this."

Of course. You have my trust.

Do I have a say in this?

No.

Great.

"Well goodnight to both of you. I'll be telling your friends that you'll be resting in here for the remainder of the night. No one will be allowed in here and no one will leave. You'll be able to move around once I've left the room," he said. The door opened. "Good night to both of you."

Hermione, slowly moved her fingers tips and gave out a sigh of relief. She could actually move. She sat up and looked around the room. Her eyes immediately landed on Draco Malfoy sitting on the bed next to her. He was looking at her, studying her more than anything.

"I could have been worse. I could have gotten one of the Greengrasses. Oh they're just a headache. Especially Daphne, she's just clingy. Your not ugly, that's good. We'll at least have pretty babies," he said.

"Ugh, is that all you can think about," Hermione said, rolling her eyes as she laid back down.

"Look Granger, I'm trying to see the bright side in all of this. I'm sorry for wanting to see something good in this situation," he said.

"Malfoy, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone, for the love of God please don't," she said, sitting up once more.

"Don't worry. I'm more worried about what I'm going to do when I'm in a pit of snakes," he said. Hermione could see he was really worried.

"We could talk to Dumbledore and see if there was anything we could do."

"We?"

"Well, Malfoy, it seems we are a package deal now. There's no stopping us now. We have to work together."

"What we're unstoppable now?" he asked a smile on his face.

"Not yet. We have to find common ground first," Hermione said. She was trying, she really was. She found herself looking at his Dark Mark constantly. She looked up to see Malfoy looking at her. He rolled it down. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It's not something you see everyday."

"It's also something not everyone in this household will understand. I'm guessing that's what Dumbledore meant by sticking together. There will be people in this household and Hogwarts who won't understand the decisions you and your family had to make," she said, thinking about the many horrors that could happen.

"You don't need to worry," he said. "I'll just have to do everything by myself."

"Don't you understand? This isn't just about you anymore. I'm part of your life now, like it or not I have a say in your decisions," she said.

"I'll make sure to thank Bellatrix next time I see her, which will probably be in hell," he said, lying down.

"You poor baby," Hermione said, sarcastically.

"Go to sleep Granger," he said, as he saw her yawn.

"With pleasure."

"Goodnight Granger."

"Night Malfoy."

As Hermione fell asleep, she realized this wouldn't be the last time she would say those words. She didn't know why she even felt safe sleeping in that room, all she knew was that she was tired and wanted to sleep. She wanted to sleep all her problems away and not wake up ever again.