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Chapter 2

Unwanted

A couple days later, everyone in the school knew about Harry and Hermione's engagement, including the professors. They patronized the couple at first, arguing that they were much too young to make that kind of decision. However, in the end they realized that they were happy together and that perhaps them being wed was not so bad of an idea. So, the school grew cheerier and almost everyone (with the exception of the Slytherins) congratulated the joyful couple.

Everyone was also thrilled that the wedding was so soon; at the end of the year, in fact. Harry and Hermione agreed that this was an ideal time; they'd both be graduated from school and prepared to tackle life together, and they couldn't be any more excited about it.

And yet, even with such wonderful news in the air, the Slytherins still managed to be spiteful and cruel. They sneered at Harry and Hermione as they walked by, and Blaise Zabini even had the nerve to start a petition that a mudblood should not be allowed to marry a pureblood. Surprisingly though, Draco Malfoy was nowhere to be seen in these cruel acts. Sure, he laughed as Blaise passed him a petition form, but he did not promote it by helping hand them out or posting them all over the school. It seemed as though he was actually maturing, which was odd because … well, because it was Draco.

So it was no surprise that Hermione did not know how to act one evening when Malfoy approached her. Alone.

"Hello, Granger." He greeted.

Hermione hesitated. "Hello, Malfoy."

"So, you're tying the knot, are you?" He asked with a slightly sardonic tone.

"I am." She replied, defiantly. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all." Malfoy said. "It's just, you're a bit young, don't you think?"

"Since when do you care about what I do or don't do?" Hermione demanded.

"I'm not saying I care. I'm just saying that I think seventeen is much too young to be married. I mean, my mum and dad got married when they were our age, and look at them now; practically leaping down each others throats at every spare opportunity."

"Yes, well perhaps that's because your father is currently residing in Azkaban." Hermione shot back.

Malfoy's head turned sharply and a fierce, livid look dawned over his face; however, it disappeared in a matter of seconds. "Is that how you'd like to play, Granger? Below the belt? Fine. Don't say I didn't try with you."

"Don't worry; I wouldn't dare mention an encounter with you." Hermione said. "It would ruin my reputation."

"One day, you're going to need me Granger." Malfoy said, his voice now angry and superior. "Something is going to happen to you, and you're going to come crawling to my feet for one thing or another like the vile little mudblood that you are. And you know what? I don't think I'm going to help you. Instead, I'll probably throw it in your face that your parents are nasty muggles, since that's the game we're playing."

"I don't think you need worry that I come crawling to you." Hermione sneered. "No way would I ever sink to the likes of you, no matter how tormented I am. Good bye, Malfoy."

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"I hate him!" Hermione later fumed to Harry, Ron and Ginny. They were all sitting around the small table in the common room that she and Harry shared in the Head Boy and Girl dormitory.

"I know you do." Harry replied, soothingly. He wrapped his arm around her waste and pulled her closer to him. "We all do. But we mustn't let him get to us. We're better than that."

"It's difficult sometimes." Hermione said. "He's just such a maggot! Why couldn't he have gone to Durmstrang when he had the chance?"

"Fate wasn't in our favor." Ginny smiled. "Don't worry about it, Hermione. You're right, Malfoy is a maggot. Don't waste your time or breathe thinking and talking about him."

Hermione sighed. "Yeah yeah yeah. We've got much happier things to talk about, anyways."

"What kind of things?" Harry joked.

Hermione punched him softly. "Harry! The wedding!"

Harry chuckled. "I know, I'm just teasing."

"You guys make me sick." Ron said, smiling all the same.

"Yeah, like you and Luna are a treat to be around." Harry replied. "I've never seen a pair show as much PDA as you two do."

"PDA?" Ginny asked, confused.

"Public displays of affection." Hermione supplied, smiling.

"About the wedding," Harry began, seriously. "Ron, I'd like you to be my Best Man."

Ron cupped his mouth as his eyes widened. "Me? Really? Wow, I'd never have guessed it!"

Harry threw a pillow at him. "Hey, I could've chosen … Neville. Yes, I could've chosen Neville!"

Ron snorted. "Right."

"Speaking of that," Hermione said, turning to Ginny. "Ginny, I'd love it if you'd be my Maid of Honor. It'd mean so much to me-"

"Of course I will be!" Ginny exclaimed, throwing her arms around Hermione's neck. "I can't believe you even had to ask!"

Hermione smiled. "Well, that's one thing we can check off of the wedding preparations list, huh?"

Harry kissed her gently. "Yup, one thing."

"I'd better get going, I've got a load of homework to do." Ginny said suddenly.

"Yes, I suppose I'd better go too." Ron agreed. "Snape wouldn't be too pleased if I didn't hand him a satisfactory essay. I shudder to think of the detention he'll give me."

Harry laughed. "Bye, guys."

"Bye!" Ron and Ginny said in unison.

Hermione and Harry smiled as they left the dormitory.

"They're great friends, aren't they?" Hermione sighed.

"Wonderful friends." Harry agreed.

Hermione rested her head on Harry's shoulder. "I'm so glad we're getting married, Harry."

Harry brushed aside a strand of hair on her forehead. "Me too. There's no one else I'd rather marry."

Hermione lifted her head and turned to Harry, placing a light kiss on his lips. As she pulled away, Harry leaned in and kissed her once more, this time with more ferocity than before. Hermione giggled as Harry's tongue traced her lower lip, begging for admittance. Willingly, she obliged, opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to creep inside. Soon enough, Harry gently pushed Hermione onto her back, then crawled on top of her and continued with the kissing. Hermione allowed him go wild in her mouth, while willingly returning the passion. However, soon enough, she began to feel his hands slide up her shirt and slowly make their way to her breasts, which were of course supported by a lacy red bra. This did not bother Harry, though; his hands slid right overtop her breasts and stayed there. Hermione was taken aback by his actions, seeing as he'd never done that before, but she decided to think nothing of it. Even when he began gently messaging them, she ignored it and continued kissing him. However, when the gentleness of his touch got faster and fiercer with each squeeze, she pushed his hands away and said, "What are you doing, Harry?"

Still on top of her, Harry panted from the making out, but smiled. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away."

"Yeah, just a little." Hermione said, her hands being pinned to the couch by Harry's.

"Actually, no, I'm not sorry." Harry said. "We're getting married in a few months, Hermione. I think that at least until then, we can stand to have some fun. Don't you?"

Hermione was confused. "What kind of fun?"

"You know," Harry replied, his hands now releasing hers so that they could slide up her back and make their way to the clasp of her bra. "Pleasurable fun."

He unhooked her bra and went to pull it away altogether, but Hermione hit his hands away and pushed him off of her.

"Harry!" She exclaimed. "What the hell?"

"What?" Harry cried. "You can't blame me! You're so beautiful, Hermione. Sometimes I can't help the feelings that come over me."

"Well, try harder." Hermione said, reaching under her shirt to do up the clasp that he had unhooked.

"Don't tell me you're angry with me!" Harry cried.

"I've expressed to you time and time again that I'm not ready to do anything yet!" Hermione shouted, angrily. "And here you are, my fiancé, completely disregarding my wishes!"

"I wasn't hinting to have sex with you!" Harry yelled. "I just wanted to at least go past first base!"

"First base?" Hermione cried, outraged.

"Yeah. You know … making out."

"And what was wrong with making out?" Hermione demanded. "Am I suddenly undesirable to you?"

"No!" Harry exclaimed. "I love kissing you! But kissing gets boring after awhile. I want to try new things. I want to-

"Do what everyone else is doing?" Hermione supplied, bitterly.

Harry blushed. "Well, yeah."

"I'm not your experiment doll!" Hermione cried. She stood up, straightened her clothing and raced out of the common room, leaving Harry to be dumbfounded behind her.

On her way out, Hermione passed Ginny.

"Hey, I just forgot my book-" Ginny began. "Er, are you okay, Hermione?"

"I'm fine." Hermione shot back angrily. "Talk some sense into him, will you?"

She continued to storm down the corridor, with Ginny watching her confusedly. "They were just okay." She said to herself, shaking her head as she walked into the common room.

Meanwhile, Hermione made her way all the way to the Gryffindor tower, where she demanded that the Fat Lady allow her admittance.

"The password is blubber skin!" Hermione shouted, irately. "And of course I would know, I am Head Girl."

"Alright already, go in, go in." The Fat Lady said, taken aback by her abrupt rudeness.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted as she climbed through the entrance hole. "Ron, where are-"

"Hermione?" Ron asked, coming into view. "What on earth are you doing?"

"I need to talk to you!" She demanded, plopping herself down on the nearest couch and scaring away a couple of first years.

"What about?" Ron asked concernedly. He took a seat beside her.

"About Harry. He completely disregarded my wishes today! I've told him time and time again that I am just not ready for sex, nor will I be until I get married! And what does he do? He puts a move on me! A move, Ron!"

Ron laughed.

"Are you laughing at me?" She said, stunned.

"Indeed I am." Ron replied, still laughing. "I mean, how dare your fiancé put a move on such a beautiful woman! The nerve of him!"

Hermione stared at him for a moment. "What are you getting at, Ron?"

"Harry's a boy, Hermione." Ron said. "Every boy longs for some action every now and then. I'm sure Harry has long before now, he just hasn't said anything for fear of ruining your relationship."

Hermione remained quiet for a moment. "Why wouldn't he tell me if that's how he truly felt?"

"For the reason I just said!" Ron exclaimed. "Give him a break, Hermione. You're gorgeous, he can't help himself. I'm sure that no matter what you want, he'll do it, because that's how much he's in love with you."

Hermione smiled. "You're good at this listening thing, you know that?"

Ron grinned arrogantly. "Yes, well I am a Weasley."

Hermione laughed. "I'd better go straighten things out with Harry, then. See you, Ron."

"Later Hermione."

Hermione raced out of the Gryffindor common room and down the several flights of stairs towards her dormitory. She was now excited to make up with him; after all, this had been their first fight. And she was sure she could bend the rules maybe just a little. So what if he wanted to go up her shirt? That was kid's stuff. Yes, she would let Harry have his fun. Who knows, maybe she would end up having some fun of her own.

Beaming, she quietly opened the door to her dormitory, hoping to surprise him with her new, cheerful attitude. However, what she saw was far beyond anything that she could ever even begin to imagine.

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