DISCLAIMER: I own nothing except the story line. The characters are J.K Rowling's.

A/N: Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews! It means a lot :) And yes Dumbledore is alive in my story. I just love his character, so I kept him alive. Thanks for reading and hope you guys enjoy the rest! For people who were wondering, I am trying to add a new chapter every day.

Chapter 3: An Attempt at Civility…On Draco's Part Anyway

Hermione opened her eyes to a bright light and a throbbing headache. She slowly sat up in her bed and took in her surroundings. Recognizing the hospital wing, she hopped off of the bed to go fins Madam Pomfrey.

As soon as Hermione stepped into Madam Pomfrey's office, a purple potion was thrust into her hands. The petite Medi-witch updated Hermione on the past day's events. "Hello Hermione Dear. Drink right up! The potion is for your headache. And before you ask, you fainted after hearing your future-spouse's name. Hit your head pretty hard."

Awareness slammed into Hermione like a ton of bricks. She was to be married to Draco Malfoy! Her worst enemy is to be the father of her child! At 17 no less! 'Yes, I definitely feel sick now,' Hermione thought to herself, clutching her stomach.

A question broke through her haze. "Are you alright Dearie?" Hermione turned to Madam Pomfrey and gave a weak thumbs up. "Alright, then you may go. Take the day off from classes though." Madam Pomfrey smiled before retreating to her desk.

Finally free, Hermione walked outside the doors of the hospital wing and ran smack into the one person she didn't want to see…Malfoy.

Sprawled on the ground from the impact, Hermione just stared at the hand he offered her. "Well alright then," Draco mumbled. He bent down and picked her up, one hand under her knee and one on her lower back. Immediately, she protested. "Malfoy, put me down now."

Being the stubborn Malfoy he is, Draco did not oblige. He instead carried her all the way to the Gryffindor portrait. She tried to hop down from his arms. When he still wouldn't let go, she tried threatening. "Malfoy, if you don't put me down right now, I'll hex your balls off!"

He looked at her warily. She really was scary when she was mad. The pink flush to her cheeks and the way her eyes flashed in defiance were almost…endearing, yet terrifying.

Her lips pursed in anger drew his attention. 'Wow' he thought. They looked plump and soft…absolutely delectable. For a minute, all he could think about was those perfect lips wrapped around his think shaft, milking him of every drop.

"Malfoy?" Hermione snapped her fingers in front of his face, bringing him back to reality. He gently set her down on her feet. "Right. What I was going to say what that you can't hex my balls off," he smirked.

Accepting the bait, Hermione asked, "And why the bloody hell can't I?"

Draco's smirk grew even more pronounced as he reminded her of a little detail. "If you hex my balls off, the one: sex with me would be strange and limited, and two: we couldn't have children together."

Her eyes widened as it dawned on her the extent of what she would have to do with Malfoy. "Bugger off," was her only reply.

"Actually, I came to make sure you were alright. I heard about your incident and I can't have my future wifey hurt you know." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

"It's your fault to begin with! Why in the name of Merlin's saggy balls do we have to get married? Married! I mean really, it's mental!" she ranted at him.

"How is it my fault? Its not like I asked the Headmaster to pair us together!" he retorted.

"Your name was the catalyst of my incident. I was so shocked that I guess I locked me knees or something."

"See Granger, that's not my fault. Shall we go see our new living quarters?" He asked.

"Might as well get it over with, and for the record, you're a huge prat," she mumbled. "I'm going to grab a sweater. Wait here for a second." She darted through the portrait into the common room and up the stairs. Grabbing a sweater off her bed, she walked back down to Malfoy.

When she rejoined him, Malfoy rested his hand on her lower back, guiding her in the right direction. All Hermione could think about was how warm his touch was and the little sparks she felt where he was touching her. He must have felt them too, since he looked at her for a few seconds before running a hand through his platinum locks.

His molten silver gaze turned her legs to jelly. 'The way his hair falls in those gorgeous eyes is extremely sexy,' Hermione thought. She mentally reprimanded herself when she realized what went through her mind. This was Draco freaking Malfoy! Thoughts like that would only lead to trouble.

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Draco turned to look at her when he felt the little sparks running through the palm that rested on Hermione's lower back. He ran a hand through his hair. She must have felt it too; the curiosity was evident in her warm chocolate eyes. 'She really is beautiful, intelligent, and sexy. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to marry her,' he thought to himself. He internally scolded himself for thinking such thoughts. Thoughts like that wouldn't end well. This probably wouldn't end well. 'What were they thinking putting the Slytherin Sex God and the Gryffindor Princess together?' He shook his head and steered Hermione toward their dorm.

He led her to a new door under an archway. They stepped through and saw a corridor with rooms on either side.

Before Hermione could take another step, Draco stopped her. "Look Granger, I know I was a complete prat to you before. You didn't deserve anything that I did or said to you. I'm sorry for what I've done and I am definitely trying to make up for it. Can we call a truce?" He held out his hand

Shocked, Hermione opened her mouth and closed it again, trying to find words. "I guess we can call a truce. I can't forgive you yet, but we'll see. Maybe eventually…but you have A LOT of work to do," she smirked and shook Draco's outstretched hand, again marveling and the tingling sensation.

They turned back to the doors along the corridor.

On each door were two sets of initials engraved in the golden plate. Draco found their initials and opened the door to their suite.

They were greeted with the sight of a quaint living room. A deep chocolate couch and a mahogany coffee table offset the crème walls nicely. Bookshelves made of dark wood that were stocked with volume after volume of books completely covered the back wall. The only thing on Hermione's mind was the books. There were so many! She couldn't wait to dive into a good book, curled up on the couch.

On the left was an entrance to a kitchen. The white walls and blue curtains framing the single window was typical English décor. Plates were stocked in the cabinets lining the walls along with glassware. Utensils were stocked in drawers next to the sink. A small blue breakfast table sat in the corner accompanied by two chairs. There was also a refrigerator along one of the walls that was charmed to provide any time of food that the couple wanted, any time day or night.

They wandered into the bedroom and their jaws dropped. There was a gigantic wrought iron bed that was the center focus of the room. An armoire sat by the left wall. A nightstand stood on either side of the bed, one for each of them. A door next to the armoire led to a bathroom. The bathroom contained a shower, sink, toilet, and cabinet. French doors on the wall opposite the armoire led to a beautiful terrace. The railings were covered in tiny lights and one wall was covered in ivy. It was absolutely breathtaking.

Hermione looked at Draco and scowled. "I can't believe we have to live together."

He looked at her and nodded. "I know. Only one bed and one bathroom. Fantastic. I hope you know that I get first dibbs on the bathroom. It takes a little while to look this good." He smirked at her again.

"No way in hell, Malfoy. You've got a lot to make up for remember? That means I get first dibbs, so too bad." Her devious look told him it was not up for discussion.

They started to discuss any changes they wanted to make to their suite. After a seemingly never-ending argument riddled with curse words and insults, they decided how to make the place into a livable area. Draco and Hermione decided to add a desk in the living room, along with two house flags (one from each of their houses), a chaise, a green and silver blanket (much to Hermione's disappointment), and a few couch pillows.

The walls in the kitchen were to be changed to a light blue color. The bathroom was to have a red and gold shower curtain (much to Draco's displeasure) and crème walls. The cabinet was to be enlarged and a mirror was to be added on the door.

The bedroom was to be brown and crème themed as well. The walls were to be crème adorned with a gold trim at the top of each wall. The bedspread would be dark chocolate colored with 1900 thread count crème satin sheets and the furniture was to be turned to a dark mahogany wood.

They, for once, unanimously agreed to leave the gorgeous terrace exactly the way it was.

Draco headed off to class and Hermione made her way up to the Owlery to owl Dumbledore about their choices.

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Hermione spent the long walk up to the Owlery thinking about everything. 'Living with her enemy was not a good idea. Was he still her enemy? He no longer hurt her and actually seemed like a decent human being after apologizing. Sure he was still conceited and entitled and selfish, but was he bad? He was a Death Eater. How he was allowed to come back to school, I'll never know. Well its not like I have much of a choice, so I guess I just have to deal with it. It definitely helps that he is easy on the eyes. I wonder what his muscles feel like without the shirt on.' She smiled softly.

Being carried by Draco earlier really gave her an insight as to what lay under his shirt. From what she could feel, he was lean, toned and well muscled. 'Quidditch must have done wonders for his body. Seekers do have the best bodies after all.' She smiled deviously to herself.

'Damn my stupid hormones.'

Hermione penned a short note to Dumbledore about the discussed changes. She folded the letter and found an owl to deliver it to the Headmaster. After this was done, she started the walk back to her room in the Gryffindor common room.

Mumbling the password, she walked up to her room and haphazardly threw some things into her trunk. If her assumptions were correct, her and Draco's suite would be all ready by tomorrow afternoon. 'Ugh…I still can't believe I have to live with that arsehole,' she thought

Hermione walked to McGonagall's office and asked permission to go to Hogsmeade to get something urgent. Granted permission, Hermione went to the apparation point and with a tug behind her navel, appeared in Hogsmeade.

Finding her destination, she strode into Zelda's, a women's store. After a while of looking around, she finally found nothing that she needed other than one bra and panty set she liked. She really did need a new pair. Hermione searched for another color, any other color, but it was only made in emerald green. 'Figures,' she thought. She finally decided she loved it enough that she was going to try it on anyway and headed to the fitting rooms at the back of the store.

Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. The green lace panties hugged her hips perfectly. The color off set her skin tone unbelievably well and she had to admit, she looked drop dead gorgeous. The bra pushed her ample cleavage up and the lace at the top of the bra was see-through until right before it hit her nipples.

She brought the set to the checkout counter and purchased it. 'You never know when you may need some lingerie,' she thought to herself.

Purchase in hand, she apparated back to Hogwarts. Lying down on her bed, Hermione read Hogwarts: A History until Harry and Ron came back from their classes. "This whole Malfoy situation is going to be very tricky. I definitely have to talk with Harry and Ron and Ronald's temper will probably get out of control again. I am so not looking forward to this," she mumbled to herself.