When Hermione woke up her parents were looking at her from the front seat. Hermione's eyes flickered open and she sat up, consioulsy.
"Are you ready to tell me what's going on?" she asked after a few minutes of remembering what had happened.
"Of course, sweetie." her dad storked her cheek with the back of his hand.
"Go ahead then." Hermione wiped her dad's hand away and stared at her mom.
"We have a confession..." her mom looked down and started to play with a pack of mints.
"Go on.." encouraged Hermione.
"Umm... well you see when you were first you know excepted to be in that school of magic we were so proud, but curious of the magical world." Her mom got quiet and looked at Hermione's dad.
"So we went out in search of answers. We went to bookstores, gypsy carts, churches, graveyards, any where as to clue us in. Finally we got some where at a tiny bar in Diagon Alley." her dad explained.
"Diagon Alley? How do you know about Diagon Alley?" Hermione asked.
"Some friendly blonde man helped us out. Malfoy or something, right Sharon?" Hermione looked down and panicked anything to do with the Malfoys was trouble, she thought of Draco, the youngest of the arrogant family and shuttered with a hatred so deep it hurt.
"Yes dear." Hermione's mom answered.
"He showed us an entrance and then introduced us to his son, a handsome lad." her dad nodded with approval. Hermoine could not believe this was happening to her, first her parents tore their house apart and now they were flattering the Malfoys.
"Mhmm... very 'hot" her mom giggled.
"Oh god..." Hermione groaned.
"And well we started talking and him and his son led us to a quaint little coffee shop where we sat and talked. We talked about the understanding of magic and why it had to be hidden..., Hogwarts, 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named', Dumbledore, and lots of other interesting topics. Then he got into telling about his family and their odd and unusual traditions... like their youngest marrying before seventh year." Hermione froze at this.
"We became more interested and told him about muggles and arranged marriages. He was as fascinated as we were about his traditions and started to subject the whole conversation around forced marriages making Derron leave." Hermione's mom said remembering.
"Draco." Hermione whispered coldy. Hermione knew what was going to happen next but she couldn't bring herself to tell her parents to save their breath. She was to horrified and shocked.
"Yes, yes. He had told us that he had been desperately looking for a young lady to be his son's betroved and he had yet to come across one. When we told him about you, he was exceptionally happy and asked us if we had ever considered putting you into an arranged marriage. We told him no but we had thought of it but not seriously. Then he suggested that Draco and you get hitched, and he told us that it would be so reassuring if his son was able to transfer into the 'muggle' world for times." Hermione's dad laughed.
"We told him we weren't interested but her insisted, and when we had totally refused he smiled cooly and flicked out a small card with his name printed on it and a number to be reached at. Then he smoothly stood and walked over to where Daco had been waiting and left the cafe silently. We discussed it somemore and decided that Draco had been nice and clever and the perfect boy for you so we called Mr. Malfoy and told him he had a deal." Hermione's mom smiled.
"Oh my god... I cannot believe you did that to me." Hermione heaved heavily, "Do I have too?"
"Yes, we're affraid so darling, but he wasn't bad honey he was nice and smart and a good math for you." commented her dad.
"Why'd we have to leave home?" Hermione asked twinging as raindrops fell from her eyes.
"We're going to live at Malfoy Manor for the summer so you and Draco will learn to get along and united at the end.
Hermione glared at her parents through her tears and then turned away angirly. She pulled out a piece of scroll and some ink and wrote a brief letter.
'Dear Ronald and Harry,
I am being forced to stay at the Malfoy Manor this summer and am hoping that you will write me addressed to there. I will give you more details of why and how come I'm going there when I myself figure it out and fully understand it. Don't get into too much trouble.. without me and don't have to many great times that Iwon't be part of...
With love x's and o's,
Mione.'
Hermione watched a large splat of water fall from her cheek and hit the paper before she wrapped the letter in an evelope and sent it out the car with her wand guiding it to the sky. Hermione looked at her parents who were exchanging nervous glances and then felt herself fill with loathing and couldn't stand to hate her own parent so she looked away and watched trees pass as her tears leaked and her sobs grew louder and louder. The once sunny weather grew cloudy and stormy and Hermione sighed quietling down so she wouldn't rash her eyes bright red when she met the Malfoys... at home. Just thinking about it made Hermione's stomach turn.
She still couldn't believe that they were making her do this, they had heard her stories about Draco and his followers and then they look her in the eyes and say he's a nice, handsome, clever young boy. She was so mad she couldn't believe it still. This was all a blur for Hermione and she hated it.