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"SWEETHEART!" called a amused Hermione, knocking on Draco's room door. "Won't you let me in?" Draco groaned and wished the girl would go take a long walk off a short pier. He stuck his head under his pillow, hoping to drown out the loud knocking Hermione was causing. Hermione tried to contain the giggles bubbling in her throat, hoping to mask the noise with knocking. She knew as well as anyone that Malfoys cared about how they looked, and part of that was a careful twelve hour sleep. She had calculated that Draco had so far gotten ten hours of sleep.

When the knocking continued for five minutes, Draco sighed and realized that she wasn't giving up. He opened his door, looking quite pissed off, to a cheery Hermione.

"What the hell do you want?" he asked, trying not to yell at her. Hermione bent down and picked up a tray that was to her right, and replied,

"I thought we should talk." and she pushed him to the side and let herself into his bedroom. She noted it was typical Slytherin. Black walls, sliver furniture, and probably handcrafted wooden bed. Hermione really didn't know why he spent so much money on a bed that seemed to possibly swallow him in size. Quickly setting the tray down, she went over to the windows in the room and pushed back the curtains. Draco let out a sound of protest as the light hit his unaccustomed eyes directly. But after a couple minutes, Draco's eyes were fine and caught sight of what was actually on the tray. It was loaded with breakfast food items, orange juice, pancakes, bacon, cinnamon rolls, and eggs. And Draco being a typical male, grew instantly hungry and being a male assumed it was for him. He reached out to get the Orange Juice but his hand was slapped away by Hermione.

"Nuh uh. This is for me. Go get your own food, Ferret." She knew for a fact that Draco couldn't cook for anything, she knew he depended on his food being made for him. And so now she was going to torture him with eating all this food, right in front of him. She even told the house elves to not come to Draco's room if he tried to call for food. She took the tray and sat indian style on his bed. He rolled his eyes.

"How are you possibly going to eat all of that?" he asked.

"Watch me." she responded smugly. "Now, I think we didn't have much talking with us getting married and all." she continued very calmly, acting as if getting married were going to the store to pick up a carton of milk. "And I think we need to establish some ground rules." Draco snorted.

"I think we both know of our mutal hate for each other, Mudblood. You stay far away from me as possible and I'll do the same for you." and she nodded.

"I have, of course heard the rumors of the Malfoy family. You will not lay a hand on me. I will have access to the Malfoy Fortune to fund my foundation. I have full freedom to do whatever I want. And you will not have a mistress, no matter how replusive you seem to find me." Draco laughed at the how stupid the demands sounded to him and rolled his eyes.

"Honestly I'm not an abuser, I'm not my father, let's get that settled. You will get an allowance and you may spend that however you want. I can't stop you from not having freedom. And why the hell do you care so much as to whether I take a mistress?" he asked curiously.

"Don't think I've suddenly had a lustful attraction to you, you ferret. I simply have an image as do you. I refuse to open the paper with your picture with some one night stand with a headline saying whatever. I will not have my name dragged through the mud and I quite like my private life, that. Private." Draco did agree with Hermione on her last statement. His family name had been powerful for generations and he didn't plan on it slipping anytime in the near future. He also did like his private life, private, because really it just made him more mysterious. And of course girls always like a bad boy right?

"Promise me." Hermione said.

"Your serious." Draco stated in disbelief. When he saw her determined look he finally sighed. "Fine, no mistress."

"Glad we're on the same page for once." she replied and paused. "Well I need to go to the library, glad we had this chat." The tray Hermione had brought in was only a quater eaten and much to Draco's disapointment, she carried the tray out with her when she left his room. As she quickly walked down the hall she muttered.

"Pig."


Running her finger along the spine of various books, Hermione looked closely for the book she was desperately seeking. The Malfoy library was a very large and extensive wizard library, one of the best in Europe she had heard once. The books were spelled to update themselves as current events happened, which was quite rare anywhere in the world. She was looking in the law section of books and grinned when she had found the book she had been looking for. A book with all the rules and laws of the wizarding world that had ever been put into effect. When she had been told she would marry Malfoy, she did it based on a law that had been passed, but she had yet to actually look up the exact wording of the law. She hoped to find a loop hole that would help her cause to divorce Malfoy as soon as possible. Using every ounce of her strength, she carried the heavy book to a nearby table and began to read.
"This isn't possible." Hermione muttered to herself, later on. She quickly turned to the index and read down the list and it only confirmed her suspicions.

There was no such law that Dumbledore had described to Hermione and Draco. But if there was no law, then why did Dumbledore lie to us? Hermione thought in confusion, not imaging in a million years that Dumbledore would lie to her.

"Oh your here." Draco said with disgust and then upon seeing Hermione's surprised look said, "What? You've lost the ability to read have you?" she shook her head.

"You remember the law Dumbledore had told us about don't you?" Draco was taken aback but thought for a moment.

"I do, why is that important?" Hermione motioned for him to look at the book that was open in front of her. When Draco gave her a look that clearly said he wasn't going to be going anywhere near her, she sighed. "Trust me, I'm not going to bite. This is the complete book of laws that have ever been passed in the wizarding world, and I don't see the law that Dumbledore had described to us. I want to make sure I'm not skipping something." Draco raised an eyebrow but made his way to read over Hermione's shoulder, scanning down the index as she had done.

"As always, unfortunately, your right."

"That means Dumbledore lied to us." Hermione explained. Draco nodded, puzzled by this as much as Hermione now. "But why?"

"Don't look at me Granger." he said and she sighed.

"I guess we'll have to pay Dumbledore a visit. I don't see how else we could find out the answer." she admitted. "Your fireplaces are connected to the Floo Network, aren't they?"

"Of course." Draco said.

"Come on, ferret. Don't think your not coming, if I'm able to divorce you after this, it will be sooner rather than later."


Coughing a bit, Hermione and Draco stumbled into Dumbledore's office. Draco quickly brushed off the excess soot from the fireplace and Hermione patted down her hair. They looked up to Dumbledore who looked at them with a small smile.

"Mister and Misses Malfoy." he said easily as if having two of his former students come through by floo into his office wasn't a surprise. "I've been expecting you, please come and sit down." he added and motioned to two chairs in front of his desk. As the two approached Dumbledore, Draco noticed that Dumbledore still had that bloody twinkle in his eye. Draco instantly knew Dumbledore was or had been clearly up to something. When they had sat down, Dumbledore offered, "Jellybean? The lemon ones are quite good." Hermione and Draco both refused. "And how is married life suiting the two of you?"

"That's what we're come to talk to you about, Professor." Hermione started. "I was in the Malfoy library this morning and I looked up the law you had described to the two of us as to why we would be married. And I found none."

"You've caught me, Misses Malfoy. There is as you've discovered, no law of that sort." Dumbledore admitted.

"Then why torture us by making us marry each other?" Draco asked.

"No need for dramatics Mister Malfoy." Dumbledore said. "There is a reason, of course to why I had you two marry." he paused. "The Dark Lord is dead as I'm well aware you know. He has been for the past two years as you know as well. He had many powerful families in his following, including yours, Mister Malfoy. They were all pureblood and because of the terror they inflicted and other acts they prevented other half bloods and muggle borns from gaining a high position in society. But because the fear has been taken away, they are starting to gain power. The purebloods aren't thrilled by this and this combined with their already grown hate for them, are very close to causing an all out war against the muggle borns and half bloods." he paused and looked to Hermione and Draco for understanding this thus far. "So what would happen if the most influential person from both sides were to marry and hopefully help the rift to heal? This is exactly the question I am hoping to answer." Hermione and Draco both blinked in shock.

"War?" Hermione asked, her voice going soft. Dumbledore nodded.

"So if we don't stay married, war will happen." Draco stated.

"I can't say for sure, of course. But most likely it will." Dumbledore predicted. Draco let out a long whistle. It almost didn't seem real to him. "I think the real question Mister Malfoy is whether your willing to commit to this. The two of you must give off a loving bond in public for this to ever work. You do not have to love each other in private, but in public you must act so. I chose both of you because I knew you were the brightest and the best students Hogwarts has ever known. And the wizarding community is more likely to follow your example if you give it time." Dumbledore turned to look at Hermione and she sighed.

"I guess I don't have a choice, really. Of course I would do anything to stop a war." Dumbledore then turned to Draco.

"I'm not my father and I don't ever want to become him." he said simply in agreement. Dumbledore nodded.

"Very well. We can only tell with time what the reaction will be. Be prepared for those who only want to see you fall, who only want blood to be shed." Hermione and Draco nodded.

"We'll do our best." Hermione assured him. Dumbledore nodded.

"Go on, my children, may luck be on your side."


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