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Summary: Draco and Hermione have been married for two years due to a contract Hermione unwittingly signed. Part of the agreement was that after two years of marriage, a child would have to be born. Only problem is, Draco and Hermione Malfoy still hate each other.
So much for my life
Hermione opened her eyes tentatively. She was still exhausted after only 4 hours of sleep. The sun was streaming in through the wide window. Hermione knew she would have to wake up soon if she wanted to get to work on time. Her room looked like a five star hotel had decorated it. Anyone else would love to get up every morning in mansion, she thought. "Except for me, that is."
She rolled out of bed, dragging her feet to her bathroom so she could take a shower. She wasn't paying much attention; otherwise she would have definitely heard the sounds of someone else in the bathroom. As soon as she opened the door, she jumped in surprise at the sight of her extremely attractive husband's naked body.
"Oh, I didn't know you were in here. Could you pass the toothpaste?" Without even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist, he tossed the toothpaste to her. Hermione missed, and in caught her right on her forehead. "Merlin, Draco, what the hell is wrong with you?" "Gods, Granger, one would think you would know how to catch something a mere 4 feet away! What are you doing in here anyway? Get out! There are 6 other bathrooms here."
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I hope you are not dragging in your anger from last night, Draco, because I'll have none of it!" "Enough with the topic! Merlin, I'm not one of your bloody friends you can boss around. I'm your husband and the head of this house, and I say get out and find another bathroom!" With that, he shoved her out of the bathroom and locked it.
"You bleeding bastard!" Hermione was thoroughly ticked off. It was obvious Draco was still angry about the whole baby thing. The clock was ticking, and Hermione told him she didn't care how long it took, but she was not willing to bring a child into an unhappy marriage. And it was a very unhappy marriage. Everyday some kind of argument erupted from the simplest conversations. One minute they were discussing the ministry's influence on the Daily Prophet, the next they were having a shouting match about Dumbledore's mental capacity.
Draco reflected on the things he had done in his life. He was mean as a teenager, but he never did anything truly wrong. What had he done to deserve the wife straight from the depths of hell? Day in and day out, it was like walking on eggshells. He sighed, while wrapping a towel around his waist. Their second anniversary was two weeks from today, and both of them had pretended that the last part of the contract didn't exist.
Until of course, he decided to bring it up last night. It may not have mattered to Granger, but Draco had to come into his inheritance with a baby. He didn't see what the big deal was. Besides, he thought, a baby usually fixes marital problems. Doesn't it?
He was an attractive, young, intelligent, and very wealthy wizard and already he was tied down. All because of a stupid contract his father tricked Granger (he would never get used to calling her by first name) into signing. She was so… irritating, and bossy, and not to mention downright malevolent at times. The worst part was, divorce wasn't even an option in the wizarding world.
The one and only time Granger and he ever actually had sex was on their honeymoon, and that was just to consummate the marriage. Draco was absolutely miserable. He was in a loveless, sexless, childless marriage. If is wasn't for his work, he would probably be off in St. Mungo's helping Gilderoy Lockhart sign fan mail.
He probably shouldn't have pushed her out of the bathroom, but sometimes, he just snapped. The last thing he wanted to hear first thing in the morning was Granger's constant screeching. And it was bloody callous of her to bring up last night's argument. Regardless, there was no point reflecting on what he shouldn't have done. He was in for some big time verbal abuse at breakfast.
"Would you mind passing the damn toast, Draco, and stop reading that newspaper?" "Actually, I do mind, Granger. Seeing as how no one is stopping you from taking your nose out of that damn book and getting it yourself." "Oh Merlin, why does everything have to be an argument? Can't you just do whatever I say?" "No, and I'm surprised you would even ask. And here I was thinking you were intelligent. But then again, obviously not, since you're not agreeing to conceive a baby worth my inheritance."
"Draco, if you bring that up again, I swear I'll put a charm on my underwear just so I won't be afraid you'll rip them off me trying to conceive this kid." "Believe me, Granger, why would I go to you when I'm already enjoying my time with my other women?" It wasn't true, but Draco wanted to hurt her for depriving him of his conjugal rights. Hermione appeared stricken and genuinely hurt. She cleared her throat, trying unsuccessfully to act disinterested. "Well, if that's what makes you happy, then be my guest. Have fun with your women. Too bad making babies with them doesn't fall into the contract." With that, she got up, threw her napkin on the table, and stormed off.
That would keep her off his back for a while. She would do the silent treatment for at least two days. But Draco was going to have to try to romance her a bit if he was going to get any action in the bed. Contrary to what she was showing him, Granger definitely wanted a couple of little Malfoys running through the house.
It was only a matter of how he would get her to want him carnally that he was worried about.