A/N- I know, I know, I am in no position to be writing a one-shot when I have three stories to finish. Well you know what- get over it! I felt like writing this. :)
This might seem just a bit like DHRFF.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter or fanfiction.
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"Hey Hermione?" Draco was laying on their king sized bed, hands behind his head, legs splayed out in front of him. Hermione was in their bathroom, brushing her teeth.
"Yeah?"
"Name a way we could've fallen in love."
Hermione looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. "What?"
"A way we could've fallen in love. Like… I don't know…" Draco stared at the ceiling. "Like a Malfoy Marriage Contract."
Hermione laughed. "What's that?"
"Um… like a contract my ancestors wrote up saying that I must marry a muggleborn witch before I turn however old, and you were the only unmarried one left. So we were forced into a relationship."
Hermione finished brushing her teeth and began looking for her hairbrush. "Seriously Draco? How does that even exist?"
"I don't know… do you have one?"
Hermione began to brush her hair. "Let's see… we're in seventh year, both Heads… and a Head dorm suddenly springs into existence. We're forced together, and," she dramatically brought her hands to her chest. "we eventually see the best in each other and fall in love."
"Or… someone starts abusing you, I'm the only one who finds out, and I help you stand up to him and nurse you back to health."
Hermione laughed and put her brush away. "Or you suddenly, in a flash of brilliance, decide that this whole time you were never supposed to be a Slytherin bully and become the face of all that is good."
"Or you become a Death Eater."
"Or Ron dumps me and you help me."
"Or Kingsley comes up with a Marriage Law and we get put together."
"Or we wake up one day and we're married and have to figure it out."
"Or I wake up and we're married and only I don't remember and you have to trigger my memory back."
"Or we're stuck on a desert island and we fall in love eventually."
"Or you become my slave after the war and I take care of you and we fall in love."
Hermione plopped down in the bed next to him. "Or you suddenly become incredibly handsome and I fall for you."
"Or you suddenly lost the bushy hair, dyed it red, got a perm, learned how to put on makeup, got a ton of curves, and wore miniskirts every day and I fell for you."
"Or you were dared to win me over and you fell for me in the process."
"Or we mysteriously found love stories about us online, read them, and fell in love in the process."
"Or we found a play about each other and had to act it out for a school project."
"Or I asked you out and you said yes."
Hermione laughed and snuggled farther under the blankets. "Why is it that the true story so boring?"
"It was not… we all know that we were both Heads, became suddenly gorgeous, you were abused, there was a Marriage Contract, and then I decided to be part of the good side," Draco said in a very serious tone.
There was a long pause. Then Hermione spoke. "Harry showed you those fanfiction stories online, didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"Figures."
"There are some insane teenage girls out there."
"Yeah, well, more fun for us."
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A/N- If one of your story ideas was included in here, I mean no insult to your fics. If you didn't notice, I included a lot of my own fic ideas in here. :)
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