Disclaimer: No catchy disclaimer this time. I still own nothing :)
A/N: Sorry its going by so fast, I just really want to get to the part where they're actually married. I'm really bad at filling in things. Haha :)
Sighing, Hermione threw a glance across the room towards the Slytherin table where her husband-to-be sat in all his pureblood glory. Draco Malfoy looked shock white next to the dark skin of Blaise Zabini. Hermione never really paid attention to skin color before, but now she noticed that she kind of liked his chocolaty color.
Shaking her head, Hermione focused on eating her breakfast. In fifteen minutes time she would have to meet him in a room set up for students to meet their spouses. She, Malfoy, and the Headmistress set it all up earlier that morning.
Ron was sitting next to her, surprisingly quiet and for once not shoving his face full of food.
"Hermione?" He asked in a quiet voice suddenly. Hermione looked at him.
"Did you ever think about us?" He asked. It was the first time he'd ever brought up any sort of relationship with her. Hermione was speechless for a second before replying.
"Yes." She said quietly, moving her sausage around her plate with her fork.
"I guess it'll never happen now, will it?" He asked sadly.
"It could. We only have to stay married for 4 years, after that if it works out, we could be together." She told him tentatively. He smiled and nodded, before wolfing down his food. At least someone felt back to normal. Hermione felt sick to her stomach as she looked again at her Betrothed.
Finally, McGonagall dismissed them to the room. Hermione shuffled her feet as she walked, taking as much time as possible to get there. When she finally entered she saw that a lot of students were already there. A few people were already paired off and were talking.
Ginny and Harry split off from the group to go sit at a table to talk, whilst Ron went looking for his wife-to-be, Susan Bones.
Hermione saw Pansy sitting alone in a chair looking around. She caught her eye and smiled and Hermione returned it. Looking around she saw that Blaise hadn't come in yet so she decided to go over and talk to Pansy. Walking over felt weird, she would never get used to be friendly with Pansy. Pansy smiled up at her as she arrived.
"Hey!" She said before conjuring up a chair for Hermione who smiled thankfully.
"So who'd you get paired up with?" She asked, turning to face her. Pansy sighed before pulling her letter out.
"George Weasley." She told her with a laugh. Hermione laughed too.
"Well, at least you'll be taken care of. George is a really great guy." Pansy scrunched her nose out of habit before letting it relax.
"I guess we'll see. It's definitely going to be weird." She said. Thats when it hit Hermione.
"Wait, I thought purebloods were only paired with halfbloods or muggle-borns." Hermione said quietly. Pansy looked at her sadly.
"My family is going to be ruined." She whimpered as she closed her eyes.
"You're halfblood, aren't you?" Hermione asked. Pansy nodded.
"My dad was furious when he found out that I would have to be paired with someone. Especially with a Weasley. He even wrote to the Minister. But I honestly don't care. I feel better knowing that I don't have to pretend to be a pureblood anymore, though I guess it is going to be strange." Hermione nodded, and patted her arm tentatively, not sure what to do.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay. George will protect you from people." They both laughed.
"So who did you get paired with?" Pansy asked. Hermione sighed.
"Blaise Zabini." She told her, biting her lip.
"Oh, well you're a lucky one." Pansy replied. Hermione tilted her head in confusion.
"Blaise is actually one of the nicest people in the world." Hermione snorted.
"Even for a Slytherin?" She asked. But then bit her lip again, forgetting for a moment that Pansy was a Slytherin. But Pansy just brushed it off.
"Yes, even for a Slytherin. He only pretends to be rude, but he's actually very sweet when he can be." Hermione scoffed. How could a death eater be sweet?
"And just so you know, Blaise was never a death eater. Neither was his mother." Pansy told her, as if answering her unasked question. Hermione stared at her unbelievingly.
"Really?" She asked.
"No, I wasn't." Both of the girls looked up to see the dark skinned beauty that they were just talking about. Hermione blushed slightly, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Blaise." Pansy greeted.
"Pansy." He replied, before setting his eyes on the brown haired girl.
"Granger, nice to finally and personally meet you." He said, bowing slightly. Hermione smiled as warmly as she could. It still hadn't really registered that this boy would be her husband.
"And you, Zabini." She said, reaching her hand out. He took it and kissed the top of her hand, earning a blush from Hermione, before releasing it quickly. His body was completely straight and stiff, Hermione noticed. He looked like he wasn't used to being so talkative and polite, and Hermione sighed. This was going to be a long relationship.
"Oi! Who's Mandy Brocklehurst?" They heard a sharp voice yell over the crowd. All three of the students turned to see the pale pointed face of Draco Malfoy looking around venomously. Suddenly a shy girl raised her hand.
"I am." She said, her voice small as he glared towards her. Hermione saw that the girl was actually very pretty, with her long wavy platinum hair, almost the same color as Malfoy's, and big green eyes. Draco's eyes narrowed.
"They paired me up with a Ravenclaw?!" He exclaimed in disgust, and Mandy looked as if she were about to burst into tears. Her pale cheeks turning crimson and her round eyes glazing over. Hermione quickly walked over to her and put a supporting arm around her, ignoring the fact that she didn't even know the girl.
"Yeah, well nobody wants to get paired up with a nasty, evil little ferret, so get over it." Hermione snapped.
"Well, I feel sorry for Zabini, having to share four years of his life with a nasty little mudblood like you!" He retorted. Zabini laughed slightly and Hermione and Pansy glared at him.
"At least my dad's not in prison for sharing his nasty life with Lord Voldemort. Or maybe he was just trying to get away from his pathetic little son." Hermione snapped. Everyone seemed to move out of the way of the two bickering pair.
Malfoy glared at the brunette before stalking closer. Hermione's hand fingered her wand inside her robe pocket.
"Don't you ever talk about my father again you stupid mudblood." He roared. Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
"Why, are you going to curse me in front of all of these people?" She asked, smirking at him. Draco glared and whipped out his wand. Everyone gasped and Hermione's eyes widened, she didn't think he actually would.
"Enough." Blaise called as he stepped in front of Hermione like a shadow, facing Draco who glared at him.
"Move Zabini." But the shadow didn't move.
"Draco, you are like a brother to me but I will not let you do harm to my future wife." He told Draco in a calm, but final voice. Draco glared at him.
"Why do you even care? You don't want to marry this disgusting mudblood." He told him. Blaise didn't even flinch. His body stayed completely rigid as he stared down his best friend.
"Draco, I'm going to say this one time and one time only. Do not call my fiancé a mudblood." He told the blond calmly. Hermione stared at the back of Zabini's head with interest.
"I don't take orders from you, brother." Malfoy spat. "Now move." But Blaise didn't, he stayed exactly where he was, not moving an inch.
"What is going on here!?" Everyone turned to see McGonagall and the rest of the heads of houses walking through the parting crowd towards their groups. Draco instantly lowered his wand and put on a cold and bored expression.
"Nothing at all." He drawled before walking over to Hermione and grabbing Mandy's arm.
"Come on." Draco demanded, as he dragged Mandy away, glaring at Hermione. Hermione threw a glare back at him as she watched with pity as he dragged away his wife-to-be.