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LuvzRock16- Hermione doesn't have an engagement ring. She just has her wedding band. They eloped and therefore didn't have an engagement. So that's why she doesn't have a diamond, because the diamond would be on her engagement ring and not on her wedding band. The answer to "what does Hermione get of this?" is in this chapter.

Nosie- You'll find out how everyone else reacts in later chapters.

alBBie- You'll find out how old they are in this chapter.

Chapter 2: Cheap bastard

When Hermione had gotten dressed she exited the room and found herself on the landing of a huge staircase; the room below was a huge entrance hall. The floor gleamed from the chandelier that was hanging from the high ceiling. She gasped at how beautiful it was. She assumed she was in Malfoy Manor.

"Magnificent, isn't it?" Draco's voice said.

Hermione jumped and turned to her right. Draco was standing there leaning against the glossy wood banister. Hermione nodded. She snapped out of her admiration for the house and remembered what Draco had said before he left the bedroom.

"What did you mean we're going on a honeymoon?" she asked abruptly.

"Well, you see," he answered, "that's what people usually do when they get married."

"Why can't we just pretend like we went on a honeymoon?" she asked hopefully. "No one would know."

"Actually, my mother would know," he said. "She doesn't know we're not really married, either."

Hermione stared at him. "So…your mum actually thinks we…love each other?"

He nodded. "Unfortunately."

Hermione sighed. "Does that mean we have to…act like we love each other?"

He nodded again. "Unfortunately," he repeated.

"Oh, God," she said.

"Don't enjoy it too much, Grang—Hermione," he said. "It's all fake, remember that."

"Oh, shut up," she snapped.

"Well, Mother is waiting in the dinning room," he said. "We shouldn't keep her waiting." He led the way down the stairs and she reluctantly followed. When they reached the floor of the entrance hall Draco headed for a door off to the left.

When they reached the closed door Draco turned to her. "Give me you hand," he said, holding out his own.

"What? No!" she said, pulling her arm out of reach.

"Come on!" he urged. "You have to…we've got to convince my mother along with everyone else."

Hermione sighed in frustration and reluctantly took his hand. He laced his fingers through hers and she grimaced. He put his other hand on the door. "I should warn you also," he said. "My mother may be a little cold towards you. She's not too pleased with us getting married."

"Oh, there's a shocker," Hermione said sarcastically. "A Malfoy being cold? Who would've thought?"

He sneered at her but didn't reply. Instead he pushed the door open and there sitting at the end of a long table was a beautiful woman with shiny blonde hair that was the exact same color as Draco's. She had her arms crossed across her chest and she was wearing a look of extreme irritation on her face. Draco led the way toward his mother and finally let go of Hermione's hand. She sighed in relief.

Draco sat down and Hermione took the seat beside him and looked at Narcissa. She quickly averted her eyes. Draco saying his mother may be cold towards Hermione was an understatement. In the fraction of a second that Hermione had glanced at her, Narcissa had given Hermione a look of unmistakable loathing.

"How was your night, Draco?" Narcissa asked as she buttered a piece of toast.

"Fine," he answered plainly.

"And you, Harriet?" Narcissa asked sternly without looking up.

Draco cleared his throat. "It's Hermione, Mother," he corrected her.

"I slept fine, thanks," Hermione replied as politely as she could.

"Well, Draco dear," Narcissa said, looking at her son. "It's a little difficult for me to know your wife's name when I haven't met her before, given her heritage and the fact that I wasn't even invited to the wedding."

"I told you, Mother," Draco said. "No one was invited."

"Yes, well, your mother of all people should have been," Narcissa replied. Hermione sat silently, not eating anything. She felt awkward and she just wanted to get out of there. "No matter. What's done is done."

"Thank you for understanding, Mother," Draco said dully.

"So where is it you said you two were going on your honeymoon?" Narcissa asked with a clearly fake smile plastered on her face.

"Italy," Draco answered promptly.

"Italy?" Hermione yelped. "We're going to Italy?"

Narcissa raised a finely arched eyebrow. "You didn't know where you were going?"

Draco shot Hermione a second's glance before saying, "Well, it…it was a surprise."

"Ah," Narcissa said, but she still looked skeptical.

Hermione poked her eggs with her fork and took a couple bites. She felt extremely nauseous and didn't think eating would help her from throwing up all over the clean table.

If I do puke I'm aiming it right at Malfoy, she thought bitterly.

Draco looked down at his watch. He took a sip of orange juice and got up. "It's time to leave," he said. "Mother, you'll have our luggage sent to the hotel won't you?"

Narcissa nodded silently.

"Come on," Draco said as he stood up. Hermione mimicked him. They left Narcissa sitting at the table alone and exited the dining room. Draco closed the door and turned to Hermione.

"Great job," he said sarcastically.

"What?" she replied defensively. "You should have told me where we were going! I really was surprised."

"I suppose it doesn't matter," he said with a sigh. "Just be more careful; we have to persuade everybody."

"I know, I know," she said.

"Well, come on," Draco said, leading the way to the door opposite the dining room.

They entered a huge living room with a beautiful black leather couch and matching chairs. The hardwood floor was topped with an expensive looking carpet. There were magnificent paintings and knickknacks all around the room.

There was a fireplace just to the right, in front of the couch. Draco took a small silver container from the mantel and opened it. Inside was shimmering Floo Powder. He held it out to her and she took some of it.

"We're staying at the De Marco Hotel," he told her as he pointed his wand to the wood in the fire. It erupted in flames. "You go first."

She threw the Floo Powder into the fire. The flames turned green and she stepped into them. She choked out the name of the hotel and held her breath. She closed her eyes and waited for the uncomfortable spinning feeling to stop. When it did she opened her eyes and stepped out into the shimmering lobby of their hotel.

A second later Draco joined her. The lobby was enormous with a long counter in the back and comfortable looking chairs and couches placed in the middle. There were people bustling around the room. She could tell which ones worked in the hotel because they were wearing burgundy uniforms.

Draco dusted himself off and led the way to the counter.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy!" said one of the wizards behind it. He looked barely older than Hermione and had a cheery smile plastered on his face. "You've finally arrived. And this must be the wife, lovely. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione cringed at the name but smiled and nodded. "My name is Randall and I'll be assisting you. Mr. Malfoy, the honeymoon suite you requested is ready; if you'll follow me I'll show the way."

Draco and Hermione trailed Randall and walked up three flights of stairs and reached the landing. They walked all the way down the hall and reached the end room. The bellboy took a key from his pocked and unlocked the room. Hermione stepped in after him and whispered, "Wow."

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said Randall. He handed the key to Draco and cleared his throat. Draco glanced at him but just entered the room and looked around. Randall began walking toward the door and Hermione heard him murmur, "Cheap bastard."

"Ma—Draco, honey?" Hermione said. Draco whipped around with raised eyebrows. "Don't you think you should tip him?"

Randall turned.

Draco glared at Hermione but reached in his pocket and took out two Galleons. Randall took them, gave a small bow, and left them alone.

"Why did you do that?" Draco asked furiously.

"Because you were being cheap," she answered.

"I'll tip when I see it fit to," Draco said.

"Oh, get over it," Hermione retorted. "It's not like you're tight on money."

She began examining the gorgeous suite. To the left there was a living room type area with a couch, coffee table, and two chairs. There was a beautiful wooden wizards' chess game sitting in the middle of the coffee table. Straight ahead were double doors that led to a balcony. And then she saw it. A large king-sized bed.

"What is that?" she asked pointing to it.

"Well, it appears to be a bed," Draco said. "You know, for someone who has a reputation for being extremely smart, you're quite dim."

"I know what it is," she snapped. "But why is there only one bed? I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you."

"We've been through this," Draco sighed as he plopped down on the bed. "We have to convince people that we're really married. Married people sleep in the same bed."

"Well, not this married couple," Hermione said crossing her arms. "At night I'll just transfigure that couch over there into a bed and one of us can sleep on it instead."

"You can't," Draco said.

"What?" Hermione said. "Of course I can. The spell is quit simple. All I've got to--"

"They put blocking spells on everything so you can't change or steal anything that belongs to the hotel," he explained in a bored voice.

Hermione paused. "Well then," she said after a moment. "You will just have to sleep on the couch."

"Oh, I don't think so," he said. "I'm not the one with the problem. If you don't want to sleep in the same bed as me, then you sleep on the couch. But prepare yourself for a fair amount of back pain in the morning."

"Agh!" Hermione exclaimed. "Fine, at least the bed is big."

Draco smirked. "I know it will be difficult but do try and keep your hands off of me, Gr—Hermione."

Hermione glared at him. He ignored her and looked at his watch. "We should get going for our walk in the park soon," he said.

"Walk in the park?" Hermione questioned. "No, no. I'm not leaving this hotel room with you."

"You've got to," Draco said. "We have to be seen together."

She bit her lip. "Fine!"

Draco got up and said, "Good, come on and give me your hand again," he said.

When they stepped out of the door Draco locked it and stuck the key in his pocket. They strolled down to the lobby with their fingers laced together. Hermione tried her hardest to look comfortable but it was very difficult. The only thing she could focus on was Draco's hand.

Why the hell is his hand so soft? Hermione wondered. That is not normal.

They exited the fancy hotel. There was a light breeze and the sun beamed down on them. They took a short walk to the park that was located near the hotel. There was a lake in the middle of the park and a twisting sidewalk around it. Hermione saw quite a few couples holding hands, talking and laughing, and to her horror kissing.

They walked around on the sidewalk for a while until Draco halted and forced Hermione to stop. She followed his gaze to a dark haired man that was walking toward them carrying a small paper bag.

"Kiss me," Draco whispered.

"What?" Hermione yelped from the corner of her mouth. "No!"

Draco whirled her around and connected their mouths. He slipped his arms around Hermione's waist. She tried to pull away in disgust but Draco had a firm grip on her. She put her hands on Draco's shoulders and pushed him away with all her strength. A quiet smacking sound came from them as he was pushed away. The man had reached them now and was smiling.

"Ah, newly weds," he said with an Italian accent. He grinned at them, revealing pearly white teeth. "Can't keep your hands off each other, I see."

Hermione forced a smile.

"Francisco," Draco said dully. "Meet my wife, Hermione."

He took Hermione's unoccupied hand and kissed it. "So good to meet you," he said. "Though I was quite disappointed to find I wasn't invited to the wedding."

"Yes, well," Draco explained. "Nobody was invited. It was just us and our witnesses."

"Ah, yes well," Francisco said. "I'm good to see you've settled down, young though you are. I would never have thought you'd get married at the mere age of nineteen, Draco. And least of all to…well…someone the family wasn't familiar with."

"Neither did I," Draco said with a forced smile. "But that was before I fell for Hermione." He let go of her hand and slipped his arm around her waist.

"Pity I can't stay and chat," said Francisco. "But I've got to go find my own wife before she has a heart attack over these potion ingredients." He held up the paper bag. "I'll see you later. Have a good honeymoon." He passed them and walked in the other direction.

Hermione stomped on in silence until they reached the hotel room again. It was now midday and she hadn't said a word since their run in with Francisco.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked unconcernedly.

"What's wrong with me!" she shrieked. "You kissed me! I can't believe you!"

"Oh, please," Draco said. "It hurt me more than it hurt you. I only did it because that was a family friend."

"I—you know what?" she said angrily. "I'm done. I'm not doing this. I'm not getting anything out of this and it's not worth it!"

"Not getting anything out of it?" Draco repeated. "Don't you remember our agreement?"

"I don't even remember getting married to you!" she said. "What agreement?"

"I told you I'd give you a hundred thousand Galleons if you did this for me," he answered.

Hermione fell back on to the bed and stared at him. "A hun—a hundred thousand Galleons?"

"That's right."

"Um…okay, maybe it is worth it," she said. "But don't you dare kiss me again."

"I can't promise that," Draco said. "There may need to be a few more kisses."

"Fine," she said. "But if your tongue comes anywhere near my mouth I'll bite it off."

"You've got to promise me one thing though," he said.

"What?"

"You can't fall in love with me."

Hermione laughed harshly. "Believe me, that won't be a problem."

I know the whole "Don't fall in love with me" thing is sort of A Walk to Remember-ish but it needed to be put in the fic. Please review.