AN: I really don't know what to write, so on to the story. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or chocolate flavoured lollipops. Darn.

Accept the things
To which fate binds you and
Love the people with whom fate
Brings you together
But do so with all your heart.

-Marcus Aurelius

Draco's eyes nearly bugged out of his head. "A Mudblood…?" he whispered as soon as his brain could form words. The Minister stared at him with cold eyes, and his father was gripping the armchair quite tightly. "You can't be serious." Draco said, dropping back into his chair. Yes, they were merely joking. It had to be some sort of sick joke. Draco's eyes rested on his father's face. No, they were being serious. His father never joked. Especially not about him. They actually wanted him to…to…

Marry a Mudblood??

"I'm not doing it." He simply stated. "You both have clearly…"

Lost your damn minds.

"Silence!" His father snarled at him. Draco held his tongue. It seemed his father was not happy about the ordeal. Then why the hell was he making him do it? "What on earth do you have to gain by me marrying a filthy Mudblood?" Draco asked them with enraged eyes and malice in his voice. His father made no attempt to speak, so the Minister spoke. "Your father has agreed with me. He says he took no part in the," the Minister smirked at Draco, "muggle torturing…But past references would sadly say otherwise." This meant nothing to Draco. Of course people would speak against his father. He never went around handing sweets to muggles and Mudbloods now did he?

"And…?" Draco pressed the Minister to continue. He sighed and talked on, "But…seeing as how I have a merciful nature he has made a proposition of to how he can prove he bears no ill will to muggles."

Draco scoffed in his head. This Minister was more menacing than the others; that was for sure. As for the merciful nature, he now knew where the large sum of galleons his father had withdrawn had gone. "So, father," Draco looked at him with cold eyes, "You told the Minister that I could marry a Mudblood and that was it?" This made his father furious. "How dare you even inquire that! I—!"

"—He actually said he could give large donations to the affected muggle families in exchange for his freedom…" The Minister interrupted with a thoughtful look at his feet. "But many other families have filled our need in that department, so…"

Draco scowled. "So you told him I either had to marry a Mudblood or he would have to stay in Azkaban and possibly get the Dementor's kiss."

The Minister smiled sinisterly at Draco with his legs crossed in a polite manner. "It seems we're finally on the right page, Mr. Malfoy."

"You're hardly one to give romantic advice, Hermione." Ron said with a mouth full of Liquorish Wands. "Ron, it's called chewing your food," Hermione said with a smirk as Ron starting hacking coughs. He ignored her and reached for Sugar Quills. "Give me a break Hermione, I've been eating rubbish all week. Mum went to visit Charlie and Dad's cooking is downright grimy."

Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Is it worser then the food we had when we were traveling?" Ron had a look of mock horror as he reminisced on the foods he had to eat when he had traveled with Hermione and Harry. "Ugh, anything but that. No offense Hermione, but that was awful cooking." She pursed her lips and glared at him. "I told you to try cooking but it seemed you preferred I do it instead." Ron chose not to say anything and plopped a honey coloured toffee into his mouth. "Ahh…heavenly sweets. That took the bad taste I suddenly got in my mouth away." Hermione threw a quill at Ron, which hit him on the nose.

"Back to the subject. I just told Ginny to talk to Harry about Quidditch stuff. They're at Madame Puddifoot's teashop. Do you think that'll work?" Ron raised an eyebrow at the mention of his sister's name, but relaxed when Harry's name was thrown in. "Yeah sure. Weird that he'd bring her to the same place he took Cho though on their date...insensitive bloke. Anyway, gits love a girl to talk to about Quidditch with, I guess. Not like you. You only talk about—" Ron words were muffled however when Hermione Locamotor'd a Cockroach Cluster into his mouth and walked out in a huff.

Hermione pulled up her scarf to cover her nose. Honestly, how dare Ron say she wasn't one to give romantic advice? She certainly could find dates when she wanted to.

Of course it never works out…Hermione thought miserably.

She frowned and sneezed when her wool scarf rubbed against her sensitive nose. Hermione walked through the snow with pink cheeks to The Three Broomsticks for some Butterbeer to calm down the urge she had to stuff sweets down Ron's throat.

She sat down at one of the tables in the corner, as to not draw attention to herself. Hermione smiled when Madame Rosmerta arrived with a big drink of Butterbeer with a knowing face. She sipped the drink to warm her surely frostbitten body. Ah, this drink was pure heaven to her chilled body. Hermione pulled out a book she had placed in her bag for some light reading.

Draco shoved his hands into the pockets of his finely made coat as he trudged through the snow. After his father had taken the Silencio spell off Draco for the fourth time, he asked them both if they had a suitor in mind. To his slight comfort they both replied with a no. This meant he at least had some choices in this unfortunate predicament his father had gotten him into.

Great. I can choose the Mudblood that's going to be my…wife…The thought of having a wife at 17 was almost unbearable for him. This was supposed to be the time of his life, and instead he had to waste it tied down to some Mudblood.

He supposed he could find someone in the time limit the Minister had given him to get married. And once he did find someone, he could use the spell the Minister had given him to marry them both then and there. It would be simple enough to find a girl, after all, he was Draco Malfoy… With another heavy sigh he entered The Three Broomsticks with the thought of warming Butterbeer in his mind.

Draco woke up with heavy eyes and a warm body. He suspected he had drunk too much Butterbeer and had been snoozing. With a groan he lifted himself off the table and walked out of the pub. He sauntered through the snow for what seemed hours and sat himself down on a tree stump. He was tremendously drowsy, and wanted nothing more to sleep in his bed back at Hogwarts when he felt a sudden ringing in his head.

You have 20 seconds to get married or your father heads back to Azkaban! The Minister's voice thundered in Draco's head. His eyes widened as realization hit him and searched frantically for someone to get wed to in the next 15 seconds. There was almost no one in sight around him, and only old drunken wizards and some pureblood witches could be spotted a few feet away from where he had walked. But still no Mudbloods.

Why the hell had the time limit been for only one day? Actually half a day? He thought the Minister would've given him at least a week or two. But no, not even a whole fucking day!

He ran through the snow and had discovered that it was still a long run until he got back to all the pubs where single Mudblood witches were sure to be. While running high-speed he crashed into a figure and fell to the cold snowy ground.

"Watch where you're going Malfoy," a girl's muffled voice said. His calves covered her mouth. Draco sat up and looked down to see Granger staring irritably at him beneath his leg.

4…3…2…

"Statim Matrim!" Draco yelled without a thought and pointed his wand at Hermione's face.

Her eyes widened as Malfoy cast a spell, one she wasn't familiar with, on her. Hermione felt a sudden tingle surround her body, as if her entire body was vibrating. The feeling soon passed. Hermione gasped and tried to push his leg off of her. "Gerrof me!" Her voice mumbled as she tried to push his amazingly heavy leg off her.

Draco breathed heavily as understanding of what he had just done flowed through him. He had just married himself...

To Granger.

"Noooo!" Draco yelled. He didn't care who heard. He couldn't bubble up the feeling of dread that was filling him. He stood up and started kicking everything in front of him. Snow and grass flew everywhere.

No.No.No.No! Draco slumped down on a large boulder with his head in his hands.

Hermione watched him as she stood up and shook the snow off her shoulders. "Malfoy! Hey Malfoy!" Hermione yelled at him until she finally got his attention. Hermione studied his face as he looked back at her. His eyes were full of dread and regret. What had he done? "Malfoy, what was the spell you put on me? Tell before I hex you."

Draco watched his new bride through the falling snow. Her expression was angry and confused. Her curls stuck out from under her wool cap, and her cheeks were pink from cold. She gripped her wand tightly in her mittened hand, and seemed to be thinking about whether not she should have hexed him already.

Draco knew the spell had worked. There was no denying it further. He and Granger were now husband and wife. He kicked the snow in resentment. They were now bonded with something possibly unbreakable. Even though she stood feet away from him, he heard her every puff of breath. He felt her eyes watching him though it would've been hard to tell through the snow. He felt her.

Draco let out a deep breath and stood up. The snowflakes stabbed his cold nose, but he didn't care. Slowly he walked towards her, careful to not give her the vibe to hex him.

Hermione watched him as her eyes narrowed marginally. He was walking towards her, but it was not a walk of intended harm. It was actually more of a prisoner's walk. A walk to their execution.

Finally he stopped a couple of inches away from her. She looked at him through her eyebrows, not lifting her head. He was contemplating over something. Hermione slightly raised her wand hand, ready to strike him if he tried anything funny. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" She asked him again, more fiercely, the urge to hex his balls off even more great.

He said nothing for a while, only studying her face. She raised an eyebrow. At last he answered her, but it was something she had least expected from him, out of anyone. "We're married now Granger. You're my wife." He said each word through gritted teeth. Her eyes widened and she felt her whole body shake with panic. "What? W-what? Y-You're not serious. You can't be." She said in a weak stammering voice. She incredulously looked at him with wide eyes.

He was though, and Hermione knew because she now vaguely remembered going through a book of wizard and witches matrimony spells. He had cast the spell Statim Matrim. The spell of eternal marriage.

AN: Well that's the first chapter... I'm going to go get some ice cream now.