Arranged Marriage: Of a Malfoy and a Granger Chapter 1, a harry potter fanfic

An:

So, I began writing this story a very very long time ago, and have finally decided to actually finish it. I've now seen that this type of story has become popular among the DMxHG shippers, which makes me extremely excited because I get to read more like mine. Though, at the time I was writing this, the plot wasn't popular, not that I know of at least. But anyway. I hope you enjoy. (: I would also like to say that this story doesn't really follow all of the lines of the book. In this the war ended in sixth year, and they returned to school for their final year at Hogwarts.

-Lindsey.

All characters belong to J.K. Rolling; only the plot is mine, sadly.

"Ronald, please practice swallowing your food before you speak." Hermione said with a scowling face as she and her friends sat dining on their breakfast in the Great Hall.

"Soffy." He said, yet still with a mouthful of what was now unrecognizable food. Hermione rolled her eyes and opened one of the few letters that had been sent to her that morning. As she looked around the room she realized all had received the same letter, yet to open theirs as well. She noted the ministry's seal on the thick envelope before quickly tearing it open and pulling out the long, folded parchment. She quickly read it, then re-read it three more times as the horrifying words in front of her sunk in,

Dear Miss. Hermione Granger,

As you may or may not have heard, the Ministry has passed a new marriage law. All witches and wizards who are of the ages 17 to 35 are to be betrothed to their 'soul mate'. With our leading magic, we will be able to find exactly who your soul mate should be, and you will be indefinitely binned to them. Once the two of you have met and a bond has been formed, (This bond we will explain more to you about in your next letter, which you will receive after you meet your betrothed) you have six months to wed, which in this time will be enough for the both of you to get settled and ready to start the new chapter in your life.

We believe by enforcing this new law, will create a happier wizarding world. If everyone has found the one person they belong with, and they truly love each other, there would be no chance of hate developing, and in result dark magic. We also believe that this law will bring more witches and wizards into this world, benefiting the magical world.

Failure to compromise with this new law will cause the Ministry to take away your magic and send you to live in the world of muggles. We do not wish to do this, but if you disobey and do not comply, we will be forced to do this.

We will be sending your next letter within the week, in the meantime we would like you to contact your betrothed, and make arrangements to meet. But, before you do that, you should probably know who your betrothed is.

After a series of test and analysis, we have come to the conclusion that your betrothed, Miss. Granger, is Draco Malfoy.

We will be in contact with you shortly.

Have a magical day,

The Ministry of Magic.

She couldn't comprehend what her now wide eyes were reading. She let out a shrill, angered shriek and grabbed her letter before storming out of the great hall, oblivious to the strange stares that had began to accumulate as she passed each person. After looking around at each other, everyone slowly picked up their own letter and read what had caused Hermione Granger to 'freak out'. Some cries, some extremely angry screams, and plenty of obscenities were heard throughout the Great Hall, as everyone had realized that the rest of their life was to be changed.

Draco Malfoy looked around at everyone cautiously, assuming a riot had broken out or that death eaters were beginning to attack, and though the war was over he knew there was still a lingering chance of this happening. Once he realized people were screaming for no apparent reason, laughter became evident on his chiseled features. Yet to open his, he found this all very entertaining.

Blaise sat next to Draco, his head resting in his hands as if he was going to be sick. It was evident to anyone who had opened their letter that he wasn't pleased with whomever he was paired with. "What's your problem?" Draco asked, and Blaise only pointed to letter in front of Draco. Draco eyed his letter suspiciously before carefully picking it up and opening it.

Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,

After a series of test and analysis, we have come to the conclusion that your betrothed, Mr. Malfoy, is Hermione Granger.

We will be in contact with you shortly.

Have a magical day,

The Ministry of Magic.

"What?!" Draco yelled, gripping the parchment tightly in his hands.

"Who are you doomed with?" Blaise asked with a smirk, eyeing Draco, humor playing in his eyes.

Draco ignored his friends and left the table, his letter in hand as he headed to the Heads Dorm. It was his seventh year, and he had claimed the role of Head Boy, working alongside with the Head Girl, who unfortunately was the Mudblood herself, Hermione Granger.

"Dissimilis Compositus" He muttered to the portrait outside of the Head Common Room. As he walked in he found Hermione in the arm chair beside the roaring fire. A book was in her arms and she was staring at it intently, completely oblivious to his presence now in the room. The room was a warm, rich red, but the furniture was dark wood and leather. This suiting both of their likes, his dark cold side, and Hermione's warmth. He looked down beside her chair, and noticed the same letter he had received laying beside her. It was then that he looked up to her face to notice she had been crying before.

"Granger?" Draco asked, moving towards her.

"Go away." She replied, her voice flat, with no emotion what so ever seeping out.

"What is this?" He asked, ignoring her demand as he took another step to stand in front of her. She lifted her head slowly and looked at the letter in his hand before returning her attention to her book, ignoring his pestering.

"There is no way that I'm going to marry you. I would never taint my family's name or blood by marrying a Mudblood, especially you of all mudbloods." He said, his words dripping with as much venom as he could fathom.

At this, Hermione stood up, the top of her head only reaching to his chin, "Listen to me, Ferret..." She started, pushing him away from her, "I don't want to marry you, just as much as you don't want to marry me! Possibly even more!" She yelled, "I don't want to marry a man who has as cold as a heart as Voldemort himself!" She said with a final push against Draco's chest, causing him to topple onto the couch.

He immediately grabbed her without thinking, bringing her down right on top of him.

"Malfoy!" She screeched as she landed on him, her face dangerously close to his.

"Ouch, watch the octave of your scream. That's in my ear, damn." He said, with distaste. He then realized he was in the perfect position to annoy her even more than she currently was. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist slowly, careful not to actually touch her. He didn't want to be touching her more than he already was at the moment by her body on his. Pinning her, he left her no room to get off of him. Now, don't get him wrong. He was just as disgusted by this current position as she was, and he was in no way attracted to her at the moment, but he figured what better way to take out his frustrations than to annoy the very core of his frustration? But, he also was a guy, and he was going to take great advantage of their current position.

Hermione glared, as she tried to maneuver out of his grip. "Let go of me, Malfoy!" She said through gritted teeth. Draco merely flashed a smirk up at her.

"Oh, but Granger… Don't you want to celebrate our 'engagement'?" He asked, his voice dripping with disdain and sarcasm. Hermione made a face of utter disgust before finding her way free and steadying herself on the floor. She stared down at where he still laid on the couch, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

"Malfoy, I wouldn't celebrate anything with or about you… Unless of course it was your death. That would call for a celebration." She said spitefully before turning and making her way up the winding stair case and to her room.

Draco watched her leave with astonishment. He was Draco F-ing Malfoy. No one ever talked to him like that. No one. Especially not a lower-class Mudblood as herself. He heard the shower up stairs turn on and a smirk crossed his features. If she hated the idea of marry him as much as he did, he knew the best way of getting under her skin and make her want to leave the wizarding world to live as a muggle would be to bring up the engagement and marriage as much as possible, and pretend that he was actually 'okay' with the entire situation. So, with a deep breath he made his way off the couch and up to the Head Bathroom, which had two adjourning doors to their rooms. Once in the Slytherin colored room, he crossed the room to the door of the bathroom.

He took another deep breath before walking into the bathroom without knocking. He walked to the sink to brush his teeth, his eyes going to her reflection in the mirror.

"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled from the glass shower, covering what she could of herself. Draco smirked, his eyes running up and down her nearly bare reflection. He had to admit, even in his standards Granger was breathtaking, or in his words sexy as hell. If only she wasn't such a knew it all, stupid little Mudblood.

"Yes?" He said, trying to fixate his eyes on his own reflection instead of hers.

"What are you doing in here? Get Out!" She said, her skin turning a bright red under embarrassment. She had never been even slightly naked around a man, and this was the last man she would ever want to see her. She reached for a towel, quickly trying to cover herself. Draco rolled his eyes and dismissed her demand.

"Oh, please. You're my bloody fiancée. I'm going to see everything soon enough." He said, though it mentally killed him to call her his fiancée.

"Would you please stop saying that?!" She said, her tone clearly exasperated as she climbed out of the shower, wrapping the towel around her body. Her honey brown hair began to stick to her body, still dripping wet. Draco turned around, leaning against the sick, his arms folded at his chest.

"Why? It seems… No matter what you say, we're soul mates." He said, biting back the bile that rose in his throat, though his eyes were dancing in amusement at her reaction.

Hermione rolled her eyes, her hands staying firmly at the top of the towel holding it to her, ensuring that it wouldn't fall. "I know what you're doing Malfoy. I'm not daft. I've been working with you all year, I've figured out your tricks." She said, shaking her head, smirking at him, causing him to frown. She wasn't supposed to smirk, that was his thing. "I was a muggle for eleven years of my life; I could survive being a muggle. But, I love being a witch. But you… you would have no idea what to do if you didn't have your magic, and your house elfs doing everything for you." She paused, laughing cynically, "You can't make me join the muggle world." She said with a shrug of her shoulders.

Draco smirked, though on the inside he was flipping out more than he had when he first read the letter. If she wouldn't go live with her little muggles, there was no way around this marriage. He could have his father say something to the Ministry, but after the war the Malfoy name was not held with power as it was before. Sure, people still respected and were scared of the family, but without the threat of Voldemort there, there wasn't much to the Malfoy name except money and cold hearts.

"Granger… You really think I can't break you?" He asked, keeping his defenses up, his eyes running over her towel clad body again.

"Out." She said, one had releasing hold of her towel to point to the door. Draco would closer, causing Hermione to walk backwards, into the wall where she was pinned between it and Malfoy. His face came close to hers: she could smell a faint fragrance of mint off his breath and a chill ran up her spine. Though, she held her composure and looked him dead in the eye. She had lived through the war and faced a lot worse than what Draco Malfoy could dish out. She could handle him, easily. Though, the voice in her head was wavering more than she would have liked.

"We'll talk about this later." He said, his lips almost touching hers teasingly. He smirked before turning himself around and walking out of the room. Hermione let out the breath that she hadn't realized she was holding. She shook her head before walking over to the mirror check her reflection.

"Come on Hermione, you can do this." She told herself, before dressing and casting a drying spell on herself.

Draco walked out of the room, running a hand over his face. That was far too much contact for one day. He hated to even look at her, and being so close to her was disturbing him on so many levels. He knew by the end of this entire ordeal he would end up avada kedavra-ing either himself or her. He took a seat on the couch, flicking his wand at the fire for it to start up again. He looked over at the book Hermione had been reading before. It was still open to the page she had been on. Curiously, he picked it up and read what had her so enthralled before. He smirked; it was about loop holes to ministry laws. After reading the passage and finding out there was no real way out of it, he closed the book and leaned back against the couch. This day had been too exhausting already, and it wasn't even ten in the morning yet. They both had potions in thirty minutes, something he could actually look forward to.

Hermione walked out of her room, dressed in her school robes, her books in tow with her. She gave him a quick glance, before deciding to just ignore him and continue walking. "Where are you going?" He asked, looking up when he heard her footsteps. Hermione sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Not that it's any of your concern… I'm going to potions." She said, continuing her path to the door.

"Potions isn't for another half hour." He said, unsure as to why he was still pestering her about it. The sooner she left, the sooner he wouldn't have to deal with her irritating presence.

"Yes, I know. But I'd rather be with Snape right now, than you." She said, before finally making her way out of the room before he could ask anything else. She made her way to the dungeons and took her seat. Front row, dead center.

"Miss. Granger… what are you doing here? Class doesn't start yet." Snape said, walking out of his potions closet and into the room.

Hermione looked up at the tall man, "I'm sorry Professor, I just want to get ahead and get started on my assignment." She said, averting her gaze to the parchment in front of her. Snape eyed her before continuing on his way, he didn't care about whatever was bothering her and he didn't want to know.

Before she knew it, the day was over and she was headed back to her dorm room. She had yet to tell her friends who she was matched with, but she did find out that Ron was paired with Pavarti and Harry was paired with Ginny, of course. Everyone saw that coming. When asked about whom she got, she would change the subject and start a conversation with Dean, who had been sitting beside her during lunch. He, had been paired with Bulstrode, and he wasn't very pleased about it.

Her feet were tired and she was ready to crawl into bed by the time she got up to the common room. She entered, setting her books down on the table by her arm chair. She looked over to the couch were Draco sat, his eyes intent on the fire before him. He had finished his patrols early, and came back to wait for Granger.

"We need to talk, Granger." Draco said, not looking over at her. Hermione sighed, shaking her head.

"I don't want to talk right now, Malfoy. I just want to go to bed and try to forget this day."

Draco gritted his teeth, "Granger, we need to talk." He said, once more, this time looking at her. Instead of fighting, Hermione took a seat; she was in no mood to argue. Though, she was sure this 'talk' would turn into one shortly. Hermione took a deep breath before starting the conversation.

"Malfoy, I don't want to marry you. The very thought makes me want to gag. But, I'm not giving up my magic; I've worked to hard for it all to go down the pot. So, I will do what I have to do. But, this does not mean you have control of me, or can tell me what to do…. We might have to get married. But, I'll always be Hermione Granger." She said, her words running together as she spoke quickly, all in one breath.

"Actually, you'll be Hermione Malfoy." He said, grimacing. Hermione shuddered at the very thought. "But, I do have a few terms…"He said, folding his hands together.

"Terms?" Hermione scoffed, "Please, enlighten me."

"You will take the Malfoy name, and live in the Malfoy Manor. And…" Draco trailed off. Hermione eyed him. She didn't like the idea of living in the manor with him, or his parents. But it was larger than anything she would be able to buy.

"What else?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"Well, I want children…" He said, though the words fell awkwardly out of his mouth. Hermione gaped at him, her eyes wide.

"Malfoy, I want children as well. But to get children…that involves something I don't EVER want to do with you." She said, shaking her head.

"I don't like the idea either, Granger. But the Malfoy name must carry on. And that means I must have an heir." He said, running his hand over his face. Hermione sat in thought, biting her lip.

"Alright." She said, averting her gaze to the fire. "But, you have to be civil to me. No more 'Mudblood' or any other disgraceful name. I won't be a stay at home mom, like your mother. I plan on working at as a healer. And if we do have a kid, I want them to think we actually love each other. There's nothing worse than for a child to grow up with parents who hate each other. We need to get along. I'm not going to love you, but I will be civil towards you if you show me the same respect." She said, and Draco nodded, he knew what she meant. He had grown up with his father and mother rarely getting along unless in public, and he didn't want that for his child.

"Oh, and one more thing." Hermione said, looking back over at him.

"What's that?" He asked, sighing.

"Your house elves. Either you free them, or you pay them. But I refuse to live in a house where house elves are treated as slaves." She said her tone strong and firm. Draco rolled his eyes, such a stupid girl.

"Fine, Granger." He said, leaning back, his arms going behind his head.

"Malfoy, I'm serious!" She paused, frustrated. "I'm giving up a lot. This is our future we're talking about!" She said, causing Draco to eye her, rolling his eyes.

"You don't think I'm giving up anything?! Malfoy's have been purebloods since as long as there have been wizards. By marrying you, I will be giving up tradition. It might not mean much to you, but to my family, our name means everything, Granger." He seethed. Hermione sighed, her head was throbbing.

"I'm going to go to bed; I'll see you in the morning." She said before getting off the couch and stumbling up the stairs to her room. She washed her face quickly before changing and climbing into bed.

The next morning Draco woke to the sound of pecking on his window. "Ugh…" He groaned, rolling out of his bed and walking to the window. He opened it, allowing the grey owl, along with the cool are come into his room. The large owl dropped the letter on his desk before flying back out of the window. He trudged over to his desk and slowly ripped open the letter, his groggy eyes reading the letter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

Please bring you and your betrothed to the Great Hall promptly at 8:30 for an important announcement.

-Dumbledore

Draco sighed and looked over at the clock, it was already eight. He walked over to the bathroom and quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth, before casting a quick drying spell and getting dressed. He walked into Hermione rooms and tried to shake her away.

"Granger." He grumbled, hitting the comforter that covered her. "Granger!" He said louder, this time shaking her.

"Bugger off, Malfoy." She said, pulling the pillow over her head.

"Fine, miss the oh so important announcement that Dumbledore is making us attend in fifteen minutes." He said, before walking out of the room, leaving Hermione to herself.

Hermione sighed and sat up, running a hand over her hair. "Great." She murmured, sliding out of bed. Thirteen minutes later she was bouncing down the stairs, to where Draco was waiting in the Common Room.

"So what is this about?" She asked, leading him out of the portrait.

"Don't you think I would have told you if I knew?" He asked, rolling his eyes. He wasn't a morning person, at all. After a few minutes of pointless bickering they made it to the Great Hall, to find it already packed with all the students and their partners. Hermione noticed everyone in pairs, one male, and one female. Madame Pomfrey walked up to Draco and Hermione.

"Hermione, dear... Please go find your match and go stand next to Dumbledore. You do as well please, Mr. Malfoy." She said, before briskly walking away to another pair of students. She evidently didn't know they were paired with each other. They both made their way up to Dumbledore, who gave them a knowing smile before silencing the room.

"As you all know by now, the Ministry has enforced a new marriage law for those of seventeen to thirty-five years of age." He began, the students all silently nodded. "Well, the Ministry is also enforcing the schools to give every student who is arranged to be married a parenting class." Every student stared up at him with wide eyes and mouths agape.

"Now, this is how it's going to work. This will be a four week class. For the first two weeks, the female will go through a magical pregnancy, and for the last two you will be taking care of the baby she was pregnant with. The female will feel all of the symptoms of pregnancy and both of you will have to keep a journal of everything that happens and how you feel about it during the four weeks." Dumbledore said to the silent room, each student to shocked to speak.

Hermione raised her hand hesitantly. "Ah, yes Miss. Granger?" He asked, nodding at her.

"Sir, what will happen to the baby after the four weeks?" She asked, lowering her hand slowly.

"After the four weeks, the baby will disappear." He said, before looking back at the crowd of students. "Anymore questions?" He asked, and once again Hermione slowly raised her hand.

"Yes, Miss. Granger?" He asked, eying her over his half-moon glasses.

"Well, sir… You mentioned the female being pregnant…" She said slowly.

"Yes..."

"How is it we… become pregnant?" She asked, cautiously.

Dumbledore smiled, "Madam Pomfrey will explain that to you and your betrothed when you go to her office when you are called." He said, turning back to the crowd in search of Madam Pomfrey, and when he received a nod from her he continued. "And, she has requested that the head boy and head girl go first." He said, and gasp broke out among the group of students. Realizing that Hermione and Draco were paired with each other. Hermione ignored the murmurs and stares as she and Draco made their way back into the office, making sure to close the door behind them.

Madam Pomfrey gave them a knowing smile, "I should have known you two would be paired together." She said, with a light shake of her head as she looked over her paper work. Draco and Hermione exchanged confused glances as they sat on top of the designated tables; Draco's table was across the room from Hermione, facing hers. Draco began to mess with his collar and tie, feeling as if he was being strangled by all the news he had received in the past twenty four hours.

"Now, Miss. Granger, you will fell a slight pinch in the naval area…" Madam Pomfrey said and slowly drew a glowing pink circle from Hermione's abdomen with the tip of her wand, lowering it into a potion vial. Madam Pomfrey gave Draco an apologetic smile before, without warning, she pulled a dark blue circle from the area above his crotch and put it in the same vial as before and mixed it together by shaking it.

Draco had a sudden outburst of obscenities as he twitched, his hand going to his crotch. "Bloody hell!" he shouted. He felt as if he had been kicked in the crotch, HARD.

"I'm sorry, dear." The old woman said, giving him another small smile before handing Hermione the vile. "Now, drink this." She said. Hermione took it and quickly swallowed the horrid liquid.

"Ugh." She grimaced, "that's terrible." She said, handing back the empty vial.

"Yes, well I can't change the flavor. " Madam Pomfrey complained as she marked off something on her charts. She then cast a quick spell towards Hermione's abdomen, and a large check appeared on her stomach. The old woman smiled, and wrote something else down in her charts. "Congratulations, you're having a baby." She said, before ushering the two out of the room and calling in the next couple.

Hermione sighed, her hands going to her stomach. "I hate the Ministry." She said, before walking away from Draco. Draco watched her walk away and then quickly followed her.

"Hey!" He called, once he was a few steps behind her. Hermione turned around quickly.

"What?" She asked, in no mood to put up with him today. She took in a better view of him, her eyes tracing his sharp cheek bones and jaw line, the perfect shape of his lips and his flat nose. She found herself staring, and once her eyes reached his she quickly looked away.

"It's Saturday." He said, his eyes watching her with confusion, he noticed how her hair was no longer unruly, but tamed and hung in soft curls to the middle of her back. Her curves visible even through her robes. He could tell her stomach was flat, though her body was the perfect hour glass shape. Her lips were a soft pink, the same color as the blush that appeared on her tan cheeks when she noticed him looking so intently at her. Her long lashed covered her honey brown eyes as she looked down, and then back up at him.

"Yes, I know its Saturday. I do own a calendar." She said, confused by his obvious statement. Draco ran a hand through his loose hair again, all the way to the nape of his neck where his hair fell in short layers.

"Well I was hoping we could get the paper work out of the way that the Ministry sent with the letter." He said.

Hermione sighed, and nodded, "Alright." She said, before following him back up to the Common Room.

This was sure to be a very long day, despite the fact that all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and pretend that this was all one big bad nightmare.

An:

Well, that's what I'm going to post as the first chapter. That was about sixteen pages of what I wrote in my little notebook. I still have about twenty more wrote up, but I figured this was enough for the first chapter; I didn't want to over load you. (:

Well, please review and favorite etc. It gets me so inspired to post when I see that someone is actually reading and liking it. (:

-Lindsey