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Hermione stared in Horror at the sight of the blond boy in front of her. But boy, not so much. It had been so long since she had seen him after the
war that she could barely catch her breath. Sure he was a right git but a good looking one at that. She shuddered inwardly at that thought. No
more was the tall gangly Draco Malfoy that stalked the Slytherin chambers. In front of her stood a tall well-toned albeit arrogant man. What
little child-like face he had was sculpted into a chiseled masterpiece. His jaw was set firm and his cheeks no longer rounded. His blond hair hung
loosely just below the nape of his neck. He was quite a sight. Except for that annoying smirk that would never fade, no matter how much he aged.
"You!" She sputtered. " I know most women are speechless when they see me Granger but i'd expect You to know more words than that."
He sneered. Hermione frowned at the insult. "I don't know why I thought a muggle-born would be capable enough to string together a full
sentence." He added maliciously. She bristled. "What Malfoy, Muggleborn?" She sneered. Is Mudblood too harsh of a word for you now?"
Draco visibly bristled. He frowned and looked away. "Mother said it was the least I could do for Potter keeping her out of Azkaban." He
mumbled. There was a tense silence. Malfoy stared at the floor sullenly and Hermione found a piece of lint on her shirt interesting.
"Im not getting married." She suddenly burst out. Draco lifted a perfect brow. "I heard we didn't have much of a choice Granger. You may be
comfortable stuck poor in the muggle world but not us Malfoys." Hermione scoffed. "Besides, I can lock you in our dungeons until you do your
part in repopulating our world and then you're free to go." He added. "Im not leaving a child of mine with the likes of you!" She started. "Any
way what child we would have, which we won't be, would be a half-blood. Your family is all pure-blood mania if you haven't forgotten." Draco
straightened up. "One of the bravest men i've ever known was a halfblood Granger. I know you all may be celebrating Snape's death but
he was a decent professor and mentor." He snapped back. Hermione chewed her lip nervously. "And don't forget Harry is a half-blood too."
She added. Malfoy pretended he didn't hear that little piece. She sighed indigently. "There has to be a way out of this." She protested.
"Im all for getting out of this, Granger, it doesn't look like theres much of an option though." He suddenly looked thoughtful. "I suppose
I could feed you to our garden monster and claim you missing." He said, a bit to seriously for her liking. "Sod off, Malfoy." She grumbled.
"We could write letters of protest." Hermione suggested. Draco's face twisted up. "That's right Granger, we're all forced to marry and your
suggesting we all write strongly worded letters. No you aren't a bright one Granger." "Kill yourself Malfoy. "After you Granger." The two
students glared at each other before Hermione finally through her hands up in defeat. "Do you know how to apparate Malfoy?" She asked.
He scoffed as if it was the most obvious thing on the planet. "Of course Granger im a Malfoy." Hermione stood, unimpressed. "I thought
that just meant you were an inbred wanker." Draco looked murderously at her and she looked away. "I suppose we could apparate there
together and make a scene." She said, more to herself than to him. Malfoy put his hand over his heart in mock surprise. "Granger apparating
out of school to protest? Call St. Mungo's im going insane!" Hermione glared at him. "Im serious Malfoy, im not going to be you're breeding
horse for the rest of my life. Draco looked slightly offended. "No I suppose you'd be content popping out 12 of Weasly's little brats then." He
said bitterly. "Don't you insult Ron!" They once again lapsed into a mutinous silence. "Are we going or not?" Draco finally spoke up. Hermione
was taken by shock. " You're going to help me?" She whispered. He sneered. "Don't get too sentimental Granger, I don't want to be stuck
with you anymore than whoever has to be stuck snogging with the Weasel." "How romantic, Dear husband git." She said. "After you." He said.
Hermione smirked and apparated in a crack. Draco followed soon behind her. The ministry was crowded more than usual, and Draco and
Hermione got a heavy amount of curious stares and glares as they pushed through the crowd to find Fudge's office. "What the hell are all these
wankers staring at?" Draco said, sneering at the crowd. "Well, You're Malfoy and I'm Granger, think about it." Hermione said, trying to concentrate
on the signs leading to the minister's offices. Draco nodded slowly, as if that made all the sense in the world. He supposed two notorious
enemies seen in the same spot without hurting each other was sight worthy. "It's not as if im going to kill you. Yet." He added. "That makes
me feel all the more comfortable malfoy." She mumbled, finally reaching their destination. The door was open slightly, and there looked
as if there was a meeting going on. Hermione chewed on her lip. "What are we waiting for?" Draco said, stopping behind her. "I don't really
want to interrupt." Hermione said, weakly. Draco glared at her in disgust. Using his foot, he ungraciously kicked open the door the rest
of the way. "There, I interrupted. Hermione blushed angrily and peered at the crowd. The witches and wizards inside stared at the couple in
surprise. "We're here to protest the marraige law." She said, more bravely than she felt. Draco nodded beside her, and gave the wizards
his best glare. The most pretigious wizards shuddered. And the couple smirked inwardly. "Ah, The Malfoys." Fudge drawled, from his head seat.
"Fuck off, Fudge!" Hermione hissed. There were gasps from every direction." What the hell are you doing granger?" Draco whispered from
beside her. Hermione ignored him and stepped forward." The minister lifted his brow. "You do have a choice you know? Marry or lose
everything, your choice." He said. "Thats not much of a choice." Draco said, stepping in front of Hermione. "Mr. Malfoy, Fudge said, a fake
smile plastered on his face. How is your father liking azkaban?" Draco turned a furious red, which highly contrasted with the pale on the rest
of his body. "Don't speak to him like that!" Said Hermione, indignately. The room fell silent, at a loss for Hermione's sticking up for Draco.
Even Draco blinked, confused. "It's not up for discussion. Fudge said calmly. You should be back at Hogwarts. Either that or pregnant already."
He said slyly. The minister turned back to his crowd and continued with whatever he was doing, ignoring that the conversation had ever
taken place. "Come on Granger, We'll find some other way." Draco said softly, placing a a hand on her shoulder. But Hermione would not be
dismissed so easily. She remembered a spell she had seen in one of Harry's book a year or two back. It was as if she had no control over
her body. One minute she was shaking furiously at her cold dismissal, and the next she was shouting with her wand in the air. "Sectumsempra!"
"Wahaaaaaaa!" The minster gave a loud cry of pain, and then hell broke loose. Fudge's uniform was heavily stained in blood and about forty
wizards rushed to help him. Malfoy barely had time to register the spell that Harry had used on him some years back when eighty wands
pointed at he and Hermione. "Come on!" He shouted over the uproar. Draco grabbed her hand and apparated out. They landed minutes
later on a cold grassy hill. "What the hell Granger!" Malfoy paced back and forth on the ground. Hermione let her body slump to the
grass in shock. "You just spelled the minister. Goody Granger actually spelled someone." Draco bursed out laughing. "It's not funny Malfoy!"
She snapped, tugging her knees to her chest. "Bloody hell it is. That git got what he deserved!" Draco snapped back. He looked over
to Hermione, who looked in the middle of a breakdown. He dropped to his knees and shook her by her shoulders. "They'll get over it
eventually. Maybe now we got our point through." He said in an awkward attempt to comfort her. A tear from from her eye as she shook her
head in a daze. "Hoot!" A gray and white owl distracted draco as he leaned over Hermione. He frowned and looked up. "It's my mother's
owl." He said, pulling Hermione out of her shock. "Your mother?" Draco ignored her and took the small paper that the owl was holding in
its claws. "Good Nymphonia." He cooed, rubbing the owl absently as he studied the sheet. Hermione stared at him nervously. Draco's face
had gone almost as white as his hair and he groaned loudly. "I can't believe this", He moaned, slumping beside her in the grass. "What
is it, she questioned?" Draco continued ignoring her and shook his head side to side, now in his own world. Hermione sighed and reached
for the paper. Nymphonia gave a hoot and pecked her finger. "Ow!" She yelled. "Damn pure-blood owls." She muttered. Hermione scanned the
paper,eyes open wide. "No." She breathed. She dropped back down to malfoy. Her eyes stared at the paper in horror. Malfoy places Hermione
Granger under the Imperious. Orders her to attack minister of Magic. Hermione stared at the words below the headline. Malfoy wanted, dead
or alive.