CHAPTER TWO – INTRODUCE THE PRODJECT

HERMIONIE'S POV

After everyone was seated in the great hall and the first years had been assigned houses, Dumbledore got up to give his speech.

"Settle down, settle down. I assume you all had a wonderful holiday? Well this is now a new beginning for everyone, beginning of a New Year, for new opportunities, new classes and new friends. The main rule still remains the same; no one is permitted to enter the forbidden forest under any circumstances. And this year we will be starting the new project for the 5th and above years that the ministry has made mandatory for all wizarding schools across the globe. This will become a certain obstacle, in which you need to overcome if you wish to succeed in graduating any school, in which you will need to do if you wish to accomplish, any common goals in life. 5th years and above please stay behind after the feast where I will explain in more detail, your upcoming task. Now let's all just take a moment to remember the loss we all endured last year and pray to whoever is up there that we ourselves will not perish. If anyone would like to visit Mr. Digory, his memorial is down by the black lake. Now though enough of that, let everyone enjoy the feast!"

And with a wave of his hands, the food appeared in front of us looking delicious.

"So what do you think that task thing is about Herminie?" Harry asked.

And everyone else, looked at me expectantly as well, as If I knew?

"Don't look at me like that. All of you!" I said taking a moment to look them all in the eye. "Why do you all assume that I will have any idea what he's talking about?"

"Well you usually have at least some theory that turns out to be right? Don't you?"

"No I don't! … Well at least not anymore. Why have I always got to be the brains? Can't you think for yourself Ronald?"

"Okay! Keep your knickers on, I was only asking, God!"

"Sorry, well anyway what do you think?"

"I think it may be some sort of thing were we learn to get over death, you know move on quickly and get on with our own lives? You know kind of links in with all the death recently" Ginny wondered

"That's rather harsh Ginny! And anyway people need to grieve after someone dies. No class would teach them how to get over death that is merely impossible to do…" Harry said

"Oka whatever…" Ginny said looking hurt by his words

"Well I think, whatever it is it's gonna be a load of crap and a waste of our time." Said Ron

"Year probably" harry agreed.

After everyone was finished eating, and the younger students had left for bed, Dumbledore once again got up too speak to us.

"Okay students I assume you have all been waiting excitedly for the news about your project"

"Yeah right" Ron sniggered

"Well it is something that the ministry feels that you all need to learn before you enter adulthood."

"Oh God" Ron whispered

"So you therefore are being put through a Marriage and parenthood life course."

"WHAT!" Ron shouted, lifting his head off the table

And with that, everyone started shouting out and the murmuring began.

"Settle down! I do not agree with this either however the ministry has now made it mandatory for all students of your age. The course will consist of you being paired up with someone of the opposite sex, from another house."

The murmuring began again.

What! Omg this is absolutely the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my life.

"They can't do that!" Harry said, with a look of horror on his face.

"No way can they do that!" Ron agreed

"SILENCE"

Everyone shut up.

"The names of the pairs will be pulled out of the sorting hat. Once you are in your pairs, you will be giving living courters together, and after two weeks of being alone, you will be given a baby or young child from the hogsmeed Orphanage, to care for and love."

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL.

No one started talking this time, everyone just sat there with shocked looks on their face.

How could this be possible?

"Now the first two names to be called are, "Draco Malfoy and Herminie Granger" The hat yelled

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit

There was a load of murmuring and a few wolf whistles going on.

Someone pushed me forward as I stammered up to the front of the stage to join Malfoy.

This has to be the single most embarrassing time of my life. Ever.

Professor McGonagall came forward with rings.

Fucking hell.

"Now each of you take a ring and place it on the others finger"

He did so with a flirtatious grin on his face.

It was then my turn to do the same, and I think I did it with a look that said, I'm about to be sick.

"Now here is your key to your living courters, you are located to the north of the building, and I will expect you both down here tomorrow morning at 11 sharp. Goodnight, have a nice honeymoon"

What has this world come too? I said I wanted a boyfriend. Not a husband.

We then walked of stage, and made our way too our 'Living courters'

DRACO'S POV

Yes! I could not have gotten any luckier! I was 'married' to the now extremely hot Herminie. Pure blood or not I was ecstatic with who I was paired with.

And we got to share a room and a bed hopefully.

As we got to our room, I put the key in the door and unlocked it. Inside it was massive. There was a kitchen, living room and two bedrooms, one with a double bed, the other with a cot.

My luck was getting better. We get to share a bed!

Though I wasn't quite so sure about the cot. I didn't want some screaming baby here ruining my chances of getting it off with her.

"Oh well isn't this lovely." She said.

"Yeah it's nice isn't it?"

"No I was being sarcastic. What the fuck does the ministry think there doing? They can't do this."

She was angry. God she was sexy when she was angry.

"Well... Um. I dunno do I?"

"Well whatever I'm too tired to talk about this now, I'm going to bed. Stay out here while I get changed?" And she walked off.

I couldn't help stare at her ass.

As she closed the door, I went up to the key hole to look through.

She opened her trunk and removed her shoes, and robe. Then her socks, jumper, shirt and skirt.

She was standing here in a pair of dark blue lacy g string and bra.

Oh my god I just might die.