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Chapter Four.

Friday 4th. September 1998. (Words: 3562.)

When Hermione woke the next morning, the sun was shining through the curtains brightly.

Groaning slightly, she went to sit up, but couldn't move because something was holding her down.

Looking down at her body, she noticed Draco sprawled across her, still fast asleep. His head was on her chest, and his left arm was spread out across the rest of her body, pinning her arms down.

How could she have not noticed him there before? Hermione blushed when she noticed she too, was curled in towards him.

"Great," she sighed, trying to move Draco off her. But every time she pushed him, he only cuddled her closer towards him. Within five minutes, she was flush against his body, blushing like a fool.

How can he still be asleep?

"Draco?" she said hesitantly. She couldn't even tap him, because her arms were still pinned to her sides. "Er - Draco? Can you wake up, please?" Still no movement.

"Oh this is getting ridiculous..." she muttered, huffing.

"DRACO!" she shouted, causing him to start awake.

"Merlin, Granger, no need to shout," he moaned, burying his head in the crook of her neck, trying to block out the sunlight.

"Er, can you get off me now?" she said, annoyed.

Pulling his head back slowly, as though he'd just realized he was snuggling with her, he had a blank look on his face. "Granger, why are you so close to me?" he asked, glaring slightly.

"For your information, it is you who's so close to me," she huffed. "I woke up with you practically lying on me," she told him.

"Preposterous. Your lying," he accused. Why wouldn't he just move, already?

"Er, Draco, your the one who's on my side of the bed, and is still laying on me, pinning my arms to the side so I can't move!" she said, flaring up instantly.

He looked down at the two of them and smirked.

"So I am," he chuckled darkly.

"Why have you got that look in your eye?" Hermione said nervously, and noticed he was still right up against her, pinning her arms to her sides.

"What look?" he said too innocently.

"That look!" she said, glaring at him. Before she knew what was happening, he began to tickle her, hard.

"Dr-Dra-Draco," she gasped out, giggling. "Stop it!"

"What's the magic word?" he smirked, now straddling her, pinning her arms down with his legs, tickling her sides.

"P-please!" she laughed, trying to wriggle away from him.

"Say Draco Malfoy is so incredibly handsome and I'm so lucky to have him as a fiancé," he said, still tickling her.

"No!" she said stubbornly, trying and failing to get out of his grasp. Why was he making her say it?

"Fine, looks like we'll have to miss out on Transfiguration so I can tickle you all day," Draco smirked.

"No! Fine, all right, all right, I'll say it!" she gasped. "D-Draco Malfoy is so incredibly handsome and I'm so lucky to have him as a fiancé," she said glaring up at him.

"There, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" he smirked, raising his hands from her sides.

"Your such a prick," she snapped playfully, shoving him off her before jumping out of bed and bolting to the bathroom, him following close behind her.

"Aw, C'mon, Granger, let me shower first!" he said, banging on the locked door.

"No!" she yelled through the door, turning the shower on.

"I hate you, Granger!" he yelled back, annoyed. He always got to shower first. He took longer than she did. She didn't even do anything with her hair!

"I hate you too!" she snapped back. The happy mood was gone all of a sudden.

Fifteen minutes later, Hermione turned off the tap and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her waist and grabbing another one to dry her hair slightly.

Looking around herself in panic, she realized she'd forgotten to pick up her school uniform and clean underwear to change into, meaning she had to walk out there and face Malfoy in nothing but a towel. Great.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the Muggle lock and opened the door, to find Draco stood on the other side, glaring at her furiously.

"You took your time," he snapped, before noticing she was only wearing a towel and looking her up and down.

'Typical boy' Hermione thought.

"Sorry," she snapped, barging past him and walking towards the bedroom. Just before she turned into the little corridor that lead to the bedroom, Draco's voice stopped her.

"Hey Granger," he called, causing her to stop. She looked over her shoulder with a questioning look.

"Yeah?"

He smirked at her slightly. "Nice legs," he winked before walking into the bathroom and closing the door.

Blushing furiously, she glared at the spot he'd been standing moments ago before walking into the bedroom.

45 minutes later, they were both ready, and after Hermione double checked she had everything, they left to got to breakfast.

After Draco's outburst of tickling her earlier, things had become extremely awkward between them. They weren't used to civilized behavior from one another. Then things had taken the nasty turn when Hermione got in the shower before Draco, and they snapped at each other for a bit, but then it went back to okay after Draco commented her legs. Merlin was Hermione confused.

Did he have a personality disorder or what?

Once they entered the Great Hall, Draco said goodbye to Hermione and left to go to Slytherin table and Hermione to Gryffindor.

"Good morning," everyone said, and Hermione was shocked to see Blaise sitting next to Ginny, eating his breakfast.

Things must be going alright for those two then.

"Good morning, every one," she smiled, grabbing some toast and buttering it.

"How are you this morning?" Harry asked, looking curiously towards Slytherin table where Draco sat then back to Hermione.

"I'm just fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "Why, are you expecting me to murder Malfoy by the end of the week?"

"To be honest, I didn't think you would last this long... I thought by the end of the first night when you found out you were marrying him," Ron laughed.

"It's not funny... you all seem to be getting along with your spouses, whereas Draco and I have hated each other for so long, it's hard not to act hostile towards him," she sighed, taking a deep sip of a cup of tea.

"You'll get used to it, Hermione. I though that was going to be the same between me and Blaise, but we're all right, aren't we?" Ginny said, looking at Blaise for confirmation.

"Yeah, course we are. Draco's actually not a bad bloke once you get to know him. He's very protective," Blaise said added.

"I doubt he's going to be protective over me," Hermione said skeptically.

Just then, the morning post arrived, and hundreds of owls came swooping into the great hall, dropping letter's and parcels to their owners.

Hermione spotted the owl that she'd used to send her parent's a letter flying towards her and drop a letter addressed to her on her now half empty plate.

"Thank you," she said, smiling at the bird. This must be her parent's reply.

Ripping open the envelope, Hermione began to read:

"Dear Hermione,

We are both fine, how are you dear? Keeping yourself out of trouble?

This came as a huge shock to us. We cannot say that we are happy about this, but if is your decision to go through with this, then we shall be here for you. We don't like that you are marrying some one who you do not like, and that you only have a month to marry and a year and a half to conceive a child.

Are you sure you are ready to become a parent? Your only eighteen, after all.

We understand the reason's why your Ministry are doing this, but is it really necessary to force you into marriage?

But no matter what, if you want us to be at your wedding for support, we will, but it doesn't mean we have to like it.

Please let us know the date of the wedding and the arrangements for how we are getting to the venue.

We love you Hermione, and we trust you, no matter what.

Love,

Mum and Dad."

Well, she knew that was coming. She knew they'd be disappointed in her for going through with this. They may not have out right said it, but she knew they meant it.

She hated disappointing her parents, but she didn't fight in the war just for the wizarding world to become extinct. She needed to do this. She had to produce magical children to help repopulate.

"What's that, Mione?" Harry asked, looking at her.

"I wrote to my letter to let them know what's going on. There not exactly pleased about it," she said, smiling sadly.

"Oh, Mione. I'm sure they are fine with it. It's just the shock, I expect," Ginny said, reaching over the table to pat her hand.

"I know. It's just, I hate disappointing them, you know?" she said, folding the letter up and putting it in her bag. She would reply later on.

"Your not disappointing them, Granger. You've been the top of our year every year since first year. You helped save the world by defeating Voldemort. How on earth could they be disappointed in you?" Blaise said logically.

"Zabini's right. If anything, they're extremely proud of you," Ron said, shocking the hell out of everyone.

"Ronald Weasley, did you just agree with a Slytherin?" Hermione said, faking a shocked expression.

"Yes," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "Don't get too used to it."

They all laughed, and the bell from the clock tower rang loudly, indicating that it was time for class.

"Oh, I forgot to say. Draco and I have decided to have the wedding on my birthday," Hermione said as they rose from their seats. "Ginny, I'm going to ask if you and I can go dress shopping the week before. Luna can come, too if she wants."

They began walking towards the doors.

"That will be great," Ginny said, beaming. "See you all later," she said, giving everyone a hug (Blaise pecking her on the cheek) before running of to Muggle Studies.

As they made their way towards Transfiguration, Harry turned to Hermione.

"Hey, maybe you should take Pansy with you too?" he said, talking about there shopping trip. "It'll give you a chance to bond."

"I'll ask her... not sure she'll want to though," Hermione said hesitantly.

As they waited outside Transfiguration, Hermione and Harry walked up to Pansy, who was stood next to Daphne, talking.

"Pansy, Ginny, Luna and I might be going dress shopping next Saturday, you could come with us, if you like?" she said calmly as Pansy and Daphne stopped talking to look at them.

"And what gave you the Idea that I would want to go?" she snapped.

"I mentioned it. Considering we're getting married, it would be good if you could get along with my friends," Harry told her sharply.

Rolling her eyes at the mention of their marriage, she spoke again.

"Fine, whatever. It gives me the chance to get out. But only if Daphne and Astoria comes, too," she said coldly, and Daphne nodded.

"Yeah that's fine," Hermione said. "Well, I'm going to ask McGonagall after class, then I'll let you know."

"Yeah, whatever," Pansy said, turning away from them.

The class went so slow, Hermione thought she might just loose it. She'd already read the whole book, and today's lesson was reading a chapter about Animagi.

Instead of reading, Hermione thought. She thought about everything that had happened over the past few days. She thought about her future. She thought about what her children would look like. If they would have her curly brown hair, or Draco's platinum blonde. But most of all, she thought about her future husband.

For some strange, unknown reason, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She thought about the way he looked, the way he'd acted with her this morning, the way the muscle's rippled on his back when he wrote, she thought about his body (which she didn't do much of, because she couldn't stop blushing) and mainly, she wondered if she could ever find love in the man she'd hated for so long.

When the bell rang, indicating the end of the class, Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts.

She gathered her things and shoved them all in her bag before rushing up to the teacher's desk.

"Professor?" she said, causing Professor McGonagall's head to jerk up.

"If your going to complain about your fiancé, I've already told you, Miss Granger, there is nothing I can do," Professor McGonagall sighed.

"It's not that Professor. I just thought I'd let you know that Draco and I decided to have our wedding on my birthday. The 19th of this month," Hermione said nervously. It was weird. Draco and I. Whenever she said it it sent strange tingling sensations down her stomach.

"Wonderful," McGonagall said, pulling out a piece of parchment before scribbling it down. "Anything else?" she said, when she saw Hermione was still there.

"Yes, well, I was wondering if you could give Ginny, Luna, Pansy, Daphne, Astoria and I permission to leave the school on the 12th. To go dress shopping," she added hastily when she saw Professor McGonagall's curious look.

The Headmistress hummed, thinking.

"I don't see a problem with that, Miss Granger. I will arrange it all. On the morning of the 12th, come to my office at ten o'clock with the others and I shall inform you of how you will be getting there," Professor McGonagall said before noticing her second years standing outside, waiting to come in.

"Now, of you go to your next class. You don't want to be late," she said, before following Hermione out of the class.

"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said before rushing off to her Potion's class.

She was five minutes late when she came bounding into the room.

"Ah, Miss Granger, nice of you to join us," said Professor Zabini, smiling at her. The whole class had turned to stare at her, and Hermione noticed Draco was smirking at her. "Tut, tut," he mouthed at her.

"Sorry I'm late, sir. I had to speak to Professor McGonagall about something," she apologized.

"It's not a problem, Miss Granger. Now, I have paired everyone up for the rest of term. Your partner, Miss Granger, is Mister Malfoy. Please take a seat," he said, smiling at her once more.

Great. Not only did she have to live with him, spend the rest of her life with him and have his children, but now she had to be his Potion's partner, too.

She walked slowly over to Draco and placed her bag on the floor.

"Now, the Potion you are going to be concocting today is the Wolfsbane potion. The instructions are on the board and more information about the potion is on page 78 of your text books," Professor Zabini instructed. "Any ingredients you need will be in the store cupboard."

Draco walked silently over to the store cupboard with half the rest of the class while Hermione set up their cauldron.

When he returned, they began chopping up the wolfsbane plant.

"What did you have to talk to McGonagall about?" Draco asked as he sliced up some herbs.

"I booked the wedding. And I also asked if Ginny, Luna, Pansy, Daphne, Astoria and I can go dress shopping on the 12th," Hermione said as she stirred the potion counter clockwise as Draco added the powdered root of Asphodel.

"Pansy, Daphne and Astoria?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, Harry thought it would be a good idea to invite Pansy. So we can 'bond'. But she wouldn't come unless Daphne and Astoria came too, so there you are," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

"That's Pansy for you. Those three are joined at the hip," Draco commented.

"Kind of like Ginny and I then," Hermione commented.

"Hmm, I suppose," Draco hummed.

"I thought maybe she was doing it for stability, you know," Hermione said, adding lacewing flies.

"Why would you think that?" Draco asked, looking at her curiously.

"Well, she'd be going head first into the Lion's den," Hermione said. "Except Luna isn't a Gryffindor. But she is still a close friend, though. I just thought that maybe Pansy would want some fellow Slytherins around her, to make her feel safer," Hermione said, shrugging.

"That's a valid point, too, I suppose," Draco said, shrugging.

Smiling lightly at him, they continued with their potion in silence.

That night, Hermione sat down on the sofa and began to write her reply to her parent's.

When she was done, she re-read it:

"Dear mum and dad,

I am fine, I suppose. Yes, I am staying out of trouble do not worry.

I know you are disappointed in me, but it is my choice to help the wizarding world. I did not fight in the war and loose lots of friends for nothing.

I know, it is a bit of a shock that I have to give birth to a child within a year and a half, but it is going to be fine. I have all my friends here to support me, and I know you will too.

Draco and I have called a truce, and hopefully in time, I will learn to love him like you love each other.

We have decided to have the wedding on my birthday. It was Draco's idea. Isn't that nice?

The arrangements are that on the morning of the wedding, one of the teacher's will Apparate to our house to collect you then bring you back by Portkey.

The wedding is being held here, at Hogwarts at 1:30. So I will send the teacher who is coming to collect you about an hour or so before. Afterwards, we are having a little reception, nothing too fancy, but if you would like, you can stay for that and be Apparated home after?

I love you both and thank you for being here for me.

Love,

Hermione."

Sighing, she put the letter in an envelope, then walked into the kitchen, where Draco was making a cup of tea.

"Hey, can I borrow your owl?" she asked, leaning against the door jam.

He turned looked over his shoulder at her.

"Why?" he asked suspiciously.

"To play chess with it," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "What do you think I'm going to do with it? I need to send this to my parents," she said, waving the letter around.

"Oh, right. Yeah, go for it," he said, turning back to face the kettle.

"Thank you," she said, turning to leave the room. She walked over to where Draco's owl, (Caius, she thought it was called) and tied the letter to it's leg.

"Can you take this letter to my parents?" she asked and the owl hooted.

"Thank you," Hermione smiled as it flew out of the open window.

Draco walked in then and placed two cups of tea on the coffee table.

"Is that for me?" she said, pointing to the mug Draco wasn't drinking out of.

"Yeah. Who else is it going to be for?" he snapped.

"Twat," she snapped, before grabbing her cup and homework and storming into the bedroom.

Two hours later, Hermione and Draco were both in the bedroom, getting ready for bed.

"I'm sorry," he said almost silently.

"Your what?" Hermione asked in shock.

"I'm sorry! Look, me and you, we really need to start getting along more. Because I don't think I could take it, spending the rest of my life, squabbling with you about everything," he said as they got into bed.

"I know," Hermione murmured.

"I know we haven't exactly got on in the past, but that was mainly because we were on different sides of the war. It's over now, we all need to move on," Draco said fairly in the dark.

"I agree. It's just … it's hard not to be hostile towards you. I'm so used to snapping at you all the time, it's like I don't know how to be nice to you," Hermione whispered, turning to face him.

He didn't say anything for a minute, just looked at her in silence.

"I know what you mean. But can we at least try, for our future kids sakes, and get along?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Hermione smiled.

"Me too. Your not as bad as I thought you were, Granger," Draco said.

"I thought we were going to drop the whole last name thing?" she chuckled.

"Old habits die hard," Draco said, shrugging.

They didn't say anything for a little while, just laying in silence. Until, "I'm going to get some sleep, now. Good night Hermione," Draco said, and before Hermione knew what was happening, he'd sat up, leant over her and kissed her on the forehead.

He stayed there, just keeping his lips pressed against her head.

"Goodnight, Draco," she whispered and he pulled back, laying back down and hesitantly pulling her into a hug.

'Maybe this wont be so bad after all' Hermione thought.

End Authors note: So I hope you liked it(': Some of you may think I'm rushing into it… but trust me, I'm not. They still hate each other. Their just trying to be civil.

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Gaga: Thank you(: And it is moving faster than most stories would, but that is because I don't intend on having it as a really long story. Maybe 15 chapters at the most. Not sure yet. But I don't believe it's being rushed. Or at least I hope it doesn't seem that way.

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