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Authors Note: If it's in italics then it's what that person is thinking!

Hermione stopped outside the door to the huge Chappelle Manor. She gawped at it literally for ten minutes until someone opened the door.

"Hello Miss Chappelle," said a man dress in a black suit,

"Welcome to the Chappelle Manor, I'm Frederick, the butler. Mr and Mrs Chappelle are waiting for you in the living room."

"Thank you Frederick, where should I put my bags?"

"Never mind those miss, I'll take care of them." Hermione nodded and walk towards the living room. She stopped in her tracks and her mouth dropped open. It was the most stunning room she had ever seen in her life. It was bigger than her whole house. To her right there was a massive fireplace surrounded by a Persian rug and leather sofas. In the middle were two people standing.

"Hello Hermione, I am your father. My name is Howard and this is your mother, Catherine." said the man as he pointed to the woman. Hermione just stood there dumbstruck.

"Hermione dear...," her mother began,

"...we know this is-." Hermione ran straight to her mum and hugged her. Catherine was a little taken back but then smiled and hugged her daughter back.

"Oh mum," she began, "and dad." She turned to him and hugged him.

"Hermione, you must be tired from your trip," he said,

"Maybe you should lie down for a bit. Follow Tinsel to your bedroom." He pointed at a young happy house elf.

"Yes little miss, follow Tinsel," she said.

Hermione followed Tinsel out of the living room and back into the hall. Tinsel then grabbed her hand and dragged her up the stairs. Geez she's so hypo-active. With her dragging me as fast like this, I'll never have to go back to the gym again. "Here we are little miss, your bedroom" she squeaked. She pushed open the door ad once more Hermione's mouth dropped in awe. There in the middle was a massive king size bed. It was bigger then normal. They must have enchanted it. Her room was a lavender and pink colour. Over to her left was a door. Hmm I wonder where that leads. She walked over to it and opened it, again once more her mouth dropped. (A/N: one of these days it's gonna fall off!) It was a walk in wardrobe. The biggest one she's seen by far. It had every kind of clothing that had ever been made. To her left was a shoe rack. It must have been storing a 100 pairs of shoes. She felt as if she was going to faint. She was too busy admiring the clothes to notice the house elf behind her.

"Excuse me little miss" it squealed. Hermione jumped and so did Tinsel.

"Tinsel," she cried, "You scared the living day lights out of me!"

"Sorry little Miss, I didn't mean too!" she picked up one of the shoes and started hitting herself with it.

"Stop it Tinsel!" Hermione cried snatching the shoe away,

"It's okay! Don't punish yourself! Why did you come here in the first place?"

"Master Chappelle says that dinner is served. He also insists you wear what ever you please." And with that, Tinsel hurried out of the room.

Hermione grabbed a black spaghetti strap dress and shoes to match and walked towards her bathroom. She opened the door and you guessed it, her mouth drop in amazement. There was a Jacuzzi and a large shower recess. It was predominately black. The floor, and the counter tops were black marble. The walls were white but with black tiles as a border. There were black tiles with the "Chappelle" symbol engraved on it. It's nice but isn't black more like the Malfoy type? Speaking of that bouncing ferret, I wonder what his reaction will be when I tell him I'm not a muggle-born anymore. After she showered she magically dried her hair, straighten it with hundreds of charms and applied make-up and went downstairs to the dinning room. She walked through the great stain glass doors and stopped in her tracks. (A/N: I know what you're thinking!) It was beautiful. Everything was crème marble. It was everything she ever thought was possible to put in a dinning room. Her dining room back at her old house was just a corner in the kitchen, which had a small rectangle table with six chairs and a television. This house had a large rectangle table with twenty chairs and massive chandeliers.

"Ah Hermione, you look stunning." complimented her father.

"Yes dear, you look positively fantastic, come sit next to me." said her mother. Um they like what I wear. First step to fitting in. She walked over and sat next to her mum. They ate a proper three-course meal and had tiramisu ice cream for desert. After the exquisite meal the horrifying news came about.

"Okay Hermione," her father began, "I guess you want your questions to be answered now?" Hermione nodded.

"Okay it all began 16 years ago. As you know we are purebloods. We weren't death eaters and we didn't want to follow he who must not be named. We are part of the very few purebloods that didn't and don't to this day, want to follow he who must not be named. Now Hermione, we believed that it was best if we got you away from this mess, this war that was looming. So we gave you to some muggle friends of ours to take care of you until it was time for you to go to Hogwarts. We are of course talking about Mr and Mrs Granger. They knew all about our world so they agreed to take you in until it was time. Unfortunately we lost contact with the Grangers and we weren't able to find you. Trust us Hermione we were looking for you, we really were." she nodded,

"I know and I believe you." Hermione managed to say. Catherine's eyes started to swell up.

"Mother, don't cry I'm alright, we're alright, it's going to be alright." Hermione put a hand on her mother's shoulder. Mr Chappelle continued.

"We got word from a contact of ours that he knew your whereabouts and thus the reason why you're here with us today."

"Well is that it? Because well...I'm feeling sort of tired." asked Hermione.

"Um... well actually no. You see your turning 17 in a month and there's a new law that all purebloods must marry when they turn 17." said her father. Hermione's mouth dropped open. Oh no this isn't good!

"I'm getting married in a month! To whom?" she questioned. "Well he's a very nice well behaved young man...," started her mother,

"...and his family is well off and he goes to your school..." Well his family is well off, so that erases Ron.

"Mother, stop babbling! Whom the fuck am I getting married to!?" she spat. Hermione's mother and father were absolutely shocked. Their daughter just swore. Geez... I just said "fuck". I've never sworn like that to an adult before, especially my own mother! Look at their faces, they're absolutely appalled. "Hermione there is no need for swearing," said her dad in a firm tone. "I know, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean that, I'm just shocked."

"I know it's a shock but I assure you this man is certainly your Prince Charming."

"Who is he?" Hermione stuttered out.

"His name is Draco Malfoy" her father said. Hermione's world had just turned upside down.

"Malfoy" she spat.

"Oh do you know him dearest?" asked her mother.

"Of course she does Catherine. They are in the same grade for heavens sake," he bickered.

"I know that Howard! I was simply just making conversation!" she spat. While her parents were arguing, Hermione was in her own little world. Deep with menacing thoughts. Malfoy? This cannot be. He hates me I hate him. He teased my friends and me for six years

"I don't want to marry to him, neither does he, we absolutely hate each other! Please I don't want to marry him. He teased my friends and I for six years, calling me a mudblood and other foul names. You want me to just forget six years of my life and marry him! He's a cruel evil creature! His own father is in Azkaban for Pete's sake!. How could you possibly betroth me to such a man?!" she shouted. She stood up and grabbed her plate and flew it to the ground. It smashed to hundreds of tiny pieces.

"Now see here, Hermione," her father said, voice rising, "This behaviour is truly unacceptable. You are to take this man's hand in marriage and bestow me an heir. That is that, no ifs no buts!"

"Howard shut up! Hermione please, when you and Draco were young we signed a contract with his parents that when youse were older or when if ever there was a law like this one, you would marry Draco. We cannot go back on this. I know darling that you can't just forget all of the things he's said and done to you. But we have met him; he is really a nice man when you get to know him. Hermione do you even know him personally?" her mother asked.

"No I don't, but he's in slytherin!" she whinged.

"Hermione," started her mum,"it doesn't matter. You can't judge until you spend time with him. That is why he's coming tomorrow to stay for a couple of days so you can bond. Make sure your well dress and do something with that hair." she smirked as she noticed that it was becoming bushy again.

"What!?" she yelled,

"I refuse to talk to that man!" and with that Hermione turned and ran to her bedroom slamming the door behind her, leaving her parents flabbergasted. She ran over to her bed and dropped her face onto the pillow. Tears started to stream down her face. This can't be happening. Just an hour ago I was happy and now I have to marry the evil prince! Please make something happen. I don't want to marry him. Oh no... Harry! What will happen when he finds out, and Ron and Ginny to! That night she cried herself to sleep.

A/N: Okay hey all! I don't know if this was any good but just to let you know I wrote it during my second day of my boring school holidays. Plz read and review. Constructive criticism welcome. Don't be too harsh tough. Oh and if you have any suggestion to how the wedding should be tell me!
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