Chapter One–To be Wed
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the characters in the book, or anything else related to the book.
A/N: Okay, so here is the first chapter of my new story. It's DMHG:) This should be fun. I hope you enjoy it! (I ignored HBP & DH. I had this idea…so…yeah). The idea isn't very original; well the beginning of the story isn't very original. But please read! It is set in their seventh year at Hogwarts. :)
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"I can't believe that you actually want me to be the head boy when she is the head girl, this is an, an utter atrocity!"
"Shut up Malfoy." Hermione Granger countered his fowl words with harsh ones.
"You have no right to tell me to shut up, Granger!"
"Yes I do." She stated, almost too matter-of-fact for her own good.
"Silence, both of you!" Dumbledore bellowed. They both had managed to stand up from the large comfortable chairs in the Headmaster's office and begin to bicker back and forth. They had been called out of dinner directly after the sorting to come here; it was their first day back to school. They now stood, staring intently at Dumbledore. "I will escort you to your dorm, now follow me!" His face was stern, his words silenced them. They reluctantly followed. The path was easy enough to remember, just like the password, "Lemon Drop". Hermione knew that recycling passwords was fine as long as they were creative.
The main room was lavish, the walls were striped: gold and silver. There were two rooms: one to the right and one to the left. Hermione's was to the left.
"This is your dorm. Take care of it. Try not to bicker. You have immense duties as Head Girl and Boy. Be model students, please do not disappoint. I have to go now; I have some business to tend to." Hermione heard the faint mumbling of Dumbledore's voice but her eyes had locked themselves onto Malfoy. 'Ew, disgusting,' she thought to herself, shooing away any thoughts of him. But she couldn't unglue her eyes from his frame. When had it become so muscular? When had his hair become so appealing? She shook herself back to reality when she realized Dumbledore was still speaking, "…until I return."
When Dumbledore bid his farewells she managed to hurry into her new bedroom. It was beautiful; the colors of Gryffindor decorated the walls and the décor. She fell in love with it already. Her room connected to a bathroom of which she was to share with Malfoy. She shuttered at the thought of accidentally walking in on him but shooed away the images as she glanced out the window. The view was magnificent. She knew that the room was perfect; it was the roommate she was unsure about. She headed back to the common room where a fire was lit and a bookshelf sat lined with books. There were also two tables, a sofa and a loveseat. She sprawled herself across the couch, glaring at Malfoy as he scanned the bookshelf. "Probably looking for books on how to do your hair," Hermione thought. She giggled slightly, unable to think of him reading. He turned to her with a smirk on his face.
"Is there something amusing going on? I'm one that appreciates a good laugh."
"Oh, it's nothing, Malfoy, nothing at all." She replied before turning back to the allure of the fire. He reluctantly ignored her and continued to look at the books though his thoughts wandered elsewhere.
'I wonder what was so funny.' He asked himself, 'Why should I even care, I mean, it's Granger!'
Hermione was growing bored with the monotonous shape of the fire and decided to head out to see Ron and Harry. She grabbed her bag and moved towards the portrait hole.
"Where are you going, Granger?"
"Out, to see…well it's none of your business, Malfoy."
"Didn't you hear that old man? He said to stay here until he returned. He went to do something. Weren't you paying attention?"
She wanted so badly to tell him he was wrong, but she had been distracted. "I guess not." She shrugged before throwing her stuff down and going back to original position on the couch. She felt his eyes as they followed her. "What are you looking at?"
He shook his head and replied, "Not you," She could hear the coldness in his voice. She assumed it was there permanently from his upbringing. His mouth sneered into a smile while she sat silently on the couch. There was a series of anxious knocks and Hermione looked up in bewilderment. Dumbledore stood in their common room knocking on the end table in an attempt to gather their attention. He cleared his throat and beckoned to Draco.
"Please sit down," He gestured to Hermione, "Next to her please." Draco reluctantly sat down next to Hermione as she sat up, her eyes not flinching as he brushed up against her. Her insides were set into utter chaos though her exterior remained an even shade of calm. Draco twisted his mouth into a grin before turning back to Dumbledore.
"We have word that the safety of many at Hogwarts is in danger. There has been a lead leaked to the Ministry of an attack. We are locking down all the students as of," He glanced at his wristwatch, there were several different hands, each decorated in different shapes, "Well, actually right now. So I best be off. Please do not try to exit the room. It is no use. Lockdown means no one gets out, and hopefully no one enters. He left in a hurry, disappearing in a flash of flames.
Draco didn't get up, he was worried. Hermione could tell by the unpleasant, unsettling, and almost cute look on his face. He didn't want to move, he could admit that he was fairly comfortable in the current position. By finding out that there was potential danger on the loose his mind had gone into panic mode. If it had to do with death eaters then his father would want him to come. And even though he wasn't a death eater yet they still called on him so he could learn the trade. He never supported dark magic. He saw how his father used it on his mother to do horrid things. He grew up in such chaos that he swore to himself he would never take the dark mark, but he was unsure if that was enough in this world.
Hermione was also growing quite comfortable with their current state of being. She didn't know why, but Malfoy's company seemed to be the only thing that kept her from falling into utter panic. Hours passed until the day outside grew dim. The trees now blended softly with the sky. There was a slight moon tonight, its light shining right through the window and onto the two students. Draco stood up and hurried over to close the shade. He wearily ran a hand through his hair before glancing over at Hermione. He was sure that she was thinking of her friends. Stupid Harry Potter, how could he have cast such an enamoring spell on her to make her love him so much. Draco didn't understand how the two of them could be such friends. Harry was impulsive, Hermione was logic. Though opposites attract wouldn't those two cause fights?
The night quivered outside and the castle shook. There was a bang and a boom accompanied with a shout or two. Hermione rushed over to him, her eyes soaking in distress. She unconsciously grasped his arm and lessened the proximity between them. They were standing together, awfully close. He couldn't help but love the way her hot breath stained the crook of his neck. And as the noises grew closer and sadly landed right behind their door he heard her whisper his name several times. They removed their wands, ready to face whatever came.
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She screamed her throat scratching violently. "Shut up you displeasing girl," The man who bound her hands remarked harshly. He dragged her by the arm through a dimly lit hallway. The floors were a swirl of green and white marble with sudden hints of grey. The candle light fell gruesomely against her pale skin. She had been dragged out of bed last night, her sheets thrown off her as she was led through Hogwarts. She had no idea who brought her here, but the man who guided her through the hallways she knew quite well. Lucius Malfoy brought her through these chambers and corridors. He held her arm so tightly she could feel the pain every time he shifted his hand. She was sure there would be a mark there later.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked, though she knew the answer.
"Do the Dark Lord, you fool." His harsh words silenced her. Her mind fell limp in her head as she walked like an empty shell. The Dark Lord? Oh, hopefully Harry would come soon. Suddenly her stomach dropped, they had arrived at a door. It was a metallic shade of green and loomed tall over their heads. The door handles were in the shapely form of snakes twisted about.
"Oh, please, Harry," She pleaded silently to herself, "Order? Someone?" Her whispers began to hurt her as no one answered her call. She assumed no one knew. Malfoy shuffled around his cloak for his wand, he seemed to have misplaced it. As he continued searching she prepared herself for the worst moment of her life.
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"Dumbledore!"
"Harry, I am sorry. We have no idea who has kidnapped her. For all we know she could have left."
"Professor, you have to try." Harry screeched. Turning around to Ron and beckoning for some help.
"Yeah, err, Hermione wouldn't have just left. You have to help." Ron added, almost nervously.
"I never said we wouldn't." Dumbledore replied. "I will contact the order, no worries. We will eventually find her. Though we have no leads, other than the similar disappearance of your fellow student Draco Malfoy. We do believe they are connected as their occurrence happened on the same night in the exact manner. And both of them being 'Heads' makes it very likely that they are linked. We will bring in their roommates to be questioned."
"Wait, Malfoy, that little, ugh! Why are you going to help that little fool?" Ron snapped, his eyes bulging.
"Thank you professor" Harry retorted quickly, "c'mon Ron, let's go." He led Ron out into the hallway. "You have to calm down; there shouldn't be a problem in finding her. Don't worry."
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"Mother, why is it necessary to have me bound by ropes? I am your son!" He spat. He shook violently, but it did no good. Draco found himself tied to a chair in an unevenly lit room. His mother sat across the room shaking her head.
"Draco dear, don't worry. It'll all be over soon. Just sit still and stop making a ruckus. I don't want them to take you away."
Currently they were in a secret residence recently occupied by Voldemort. Lucius Malfoy and his wife were called here under unusual circumstances. They had learned of a certain fate that was to become of their son. They hoped that he wouldn't try to prevent it. They begged silently that it did not succeed. Draco and his mother heard shouts of several words from another room. His mom stood up and headed towards him before nervously untying him.
"Come Draco, it is time." His mother led him down a dark corridor lit by green flames. Slytherin décor seemed to be in style. He followed her to a large door of which had two entwined serpents that lay as handles. She removed her wand and muttered a spell. The doors creaked gallantly open and they headed inside. The room was fairly small though Draco noticed almost instantly that the Dark Lord sat at the head on a throne of which was higher than everyone else. Draco was scared even though he knew this day was going to come sooner or later. He had to face him eventually. What he came to notice was that Hermione was standing in the very spot he was headed towards. She was shaking with fear. He felt no pity for her.
"Draco," the Dark Lord boomed, "It's wonderful that you could make it, we have a surprise."
Draco nodded and took his place next to Hermione.
"We have made a decision that will secure the future of the wizarding world," A smile crept creepily onto his face; "You and Hermione Granger are to be married."
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A/N: Thanks for reading! What did you think?