The Prince's Princess

Chapter 3- I Can't Marry You!

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter

A/N- Here's chapter three it may take a while to put up 4 but bear with me. On with the show. R&R

Draco was standing by the fireplace when he heard a knock at the door. "Enter."

In walked Fred carrying a tray with two champagne glasses and a bucket with, of course, the champagne. "Here, the chef told me to bring this to you, so you can toast to your marriage. The future bride is getting ready and should be down momentarily. I shall leave you be, if you need anything just ring the bell."

With that he left the room and Draco to think. Draco grabbed one of the glasses and took a sip. 'My good lord what in the world am I agreeing to. I can't believe I didn't tell that stupid dimwit, Mr. Parnell to sod off and shove my father's money up his ASS! But know the Malfoy in me said become the king and rule your own country screw you father now you have complete power!'

Once Hermione reached the main floor she turned to her right and when to two big double doors that swung towards her. Before she opened the door she had to build up your confidence a bit. 'You can do this. He is probably just a regular guy like Ron and Harry. Just be your self. Be polite and have fun.'

Hermione pulled open the doors and started to enter but before she could continue she saw a tall man with blond hair. He looked very toned and Hermione could tell that he worked out. She cleared her throat so he would realize that she was there. Before eh could turn around she took a bow and said, "You're majesty."

Draco turned around to find that his bride was bowing in front of him. He liked the way her hair softly fell around her shoulders. He placed his glass on the mantle before he spoke, "Thank you, but you do not have to bow. I find that way to formal for such a casual supper"

Hermione could recognize that voice from anywhere. Her eyes grew big and she shot straight up; Hermione put a hand on her mouth to cover a gasp.

"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?" Hermione hissed.

Draco sneered, "Apparently I have been put in hell. Damn it Granger why did it have to be you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Hermione stifled another gasp but quickly recovered, "Oh my God, you're the prince. I can't believe my damn fucking luck. Why the hell do you have to be the Prince? Wait, if you're the prince then why did you ask me to come here for the weekend?"

"How the hell was I supposed to know when I only saw your back? My god my father just had to put in his stupid will that I couldn't back out. WHY ME?"

"So you just randomly picked me not knowing it was me. Well then. What can't you back out of." Hermione asked a little skeptical.

"I can't back out of marrying you! I can't marry you! Your are a filthy, god for nothing mudblood!"

"MARRY YOU! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MARRY YOU?" Hermione screamed.

"I have to marry by my twentieth birthday so I can receive half of my father inheritance and I also become king. But I definitely can not, will not marry you" Draco replied.

"You mean I know have no choice but to marry you all because you picked me? I can't believe this. Marriage I…" But before she could finish she fainted. Draco rushed to her before eh fell. He had no clue why he did he just did.