Hermione's P.O.V.
It was dinner time and the room was quiet. "So, Draco, what exactly do you do?" asked my father. Draco smiled.
"I work for the ministry of magic." He replied. "Oh, so you work in that magic world." said my father.
"Yes, I work in the magic world." said Draco. Soon Dinner was over and my mother was showing Draco and I to our room.
That's right; I said it, our room.
I had to share a room with him to lie to my parents. I felt the guilt start to pile on my very soul.
Draco's P.O.V.
Hermione's mother opened the door. "Here is Hermione's old room." She said.
"Now I know you two have already had your wedding night, but due to tradition, I want you two to think of tonight as your wedding night." She said. I stuttered. "What tradition?" I asked.
"It's tradition in our family for the daughters and their husbands to spend their wedding night in their old room to say goodbye, of sorts." said Hermione. "I sighed.
"And don't worry about making too much noise, your father and I may be next door, but we want you two to enjoy each other." Said Mrs. Granger.
"Mother!" cried Hermione. "Oh, don't be shy honey." I said, as I hugged Hermione. Mrs. Granger smiled. "
Well, your father and I are going to bed now. So, Enjoy each other." She said. I felt the heat rising in my neck. I sighed. "So, what do we do now?" I asked.
Hermione gasped. "We're doomed." She said. I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Hermione to go all mental. "Why?" I asked.
"The walls are paper thin and they will know that we are not really sleeping together." Said Hermione. "Well, we could always have sex." I said.
Hermione gasped. "No way!" she whispered. "I'm kidding Hermione; don't get all mental on me." I said. Hermione blushed.
"So I'll just have to tell them in the morning." She said. I sighed. Then an idea struck me. "I think there's a way." I said.