I am SO sorry that it took me so long to update this story. I had this chapter almost finished, and I went online to my school website to see if I had the right grade amount to get into Biology, and when bringing that up, it slowed down my computer, so I saved the chapter and exited out of word. But it didn't go away, and the thing wouldn't load, so I had to re-boot the computer. And when I went to work on my story again, it said I hadn't saved when the computer shut off, so I had lost two pages worth of work. And then I realized in what I had written she was too willing to be around Malfoy after what he just did. So I had to re-write it. And I had a small amount of writers block. But I just finished it, and edited it (as best I could) but do expect a few mistakes.
Thank you for being patient in the wait. I will try to update faster next time.
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Forgetting Hogwarts
Hermione opened her eyes to early morning light pouring into her window. At first, while she rubbed sleep from her eyes, she couldn't understand why she was so groggy, at first, but then it came back to her. Up until the kiss anyway, after that her mind was blank. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened. Hermione's first thought was to through up, but she didn't get the chance, as who else but Malfoy came swaggering into the room.
"Good morning," he sang, a smug look on his face. He was taunting her. She glared at him and grabbed her pillow chucking it as hard as she could at him. She tossed all her pillows at him. And then the books that surrounded her bed. Followed by her shoes.
"You evil psychotic SOB," she yelled as she chucked a pair of stilettos that had coincidentally appeared at by her; the heal of one cutting Malfoy's cheek. Any hint of joking left his face; he crossed the room and pushed her against the wall. Still glaring she pushed herself off of it and started to kick him, and driving her elbow into his stomach. She only stopped when he put a full body bind spell on her.
"Now you listen up," he growled, "I did nothing to deserve such treatment." Hermione rolled her eyes, the only thing she could move. "I was only claiming what was mine! And since you seam so fond of stupid muggles and their strange customs, I thought it was only fitting that I tried the muggle way of getting what they want. Not as satisfying though." He reached out and caressed her cheek; she would have cringed if she could, "Though you are mine now." She really wanted to slap him at that moment, but her arm wouldn't even move. "Now as much as I would love to teach you a lesson in respect, again, we have an important business matter to attend to before breakfast. You have ten minutes to get dressed. And don't bother putting on make-up, you need a reminder to stay obedient." He aimed his wand at her and said the counter curse. At once she raised her arm to slap him, but he caught it easily, "Any more stunts like that and I'll make you go down in your night gown." He flung her wrist away from him and stalked from the room.
Growling under her breath about him Hermione sulked to the closet and opened it up. Last nights endless choices of clothes were gone. In place of it was what looked like a business suit. Just like a muggle suit, just in place of a blazer, was a robe. The skirt of the suit, the tie, and the robe were a dark green, and the blouse was a lighter, creamier green. Under it was a darker green pair of shoes. Rolling her eyes Hermione quickly changed into the suit, and pulled her unruly hair up into a dancer's bun again. It looked professional. She took a glance in the vanity; which had changed into a full length mirror to see the whole outfit; and at once her face grabbed her attention. Her cheeks were darkly bruised, one of her eyes were black, her lip looked like it was starting to swell, and she even had a bruise on her forehead. Hermione didn't even recognize herself.
"If your down gazing at my wonderful handiwork, can we go?" came a drawl causing Hermione to jump. She looked over to see Malfoy leaning in the doorway between their two rooms. She just nodded. He crossed the room, grabbed her arm, and dragged her from the room. Her gag reflex working over drive; but she couldn't show it; and she wanted to pull her arm from his grasp, even though she didn't.
He led to the parlor. In there sat Blaise and Pansy Zambini, Narcissa Malfoy and some old, really old, guy. He held a pad of paper in one hand, and a quill in the other. Malfoy led her to the couch that Blaise and Pansy were sitting on, let her sit down next to Pansy, and then sat on the other side of her.
"Mr. Malfoy," the old guy greeted, "and Miss Granger. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Minister Frolic." Hermione hid her giggle in a cough. "I perform marriages and funerals for the British Wizarding Community. I'm here about your marriage to Mr. Malfoy here."
"Nice to meet you too," Hermione said slowly.
"Very good. Lets get started shall we?" Frolic said. "Full names of the bride and groom."
"Draco Lucius Malfoy and…" Malfoy looked at Hermione.
"Hermione Anne Jane Marie Granger the Third," Hermione reeled off.
"Full names of Maid of Honor and Best Man."
"Blaise Gordhart Zambini, and Pansy Jenny Parkinson Zambini," Malfoy replied. Hermione looked at him in anger. How dare he pick her Maid of Honor!
"Full names of Bridesmaids?"
"Ginerva Molly Weasley and Sarah Anne Jane Marie Granger," Hermione stated before Malfoy could open his mouth.
"But Hermione dear," Malfoy said, "I thought you wanted Millicent and Regina as your bridesmaids." Hermione almost laughed. She hardly knew either of the two Slytherin girls.
"No dear," Hermione replied back in a false loving voice, "I wanted Ginny and my sister." She wouldn't mind having Miranda at the wedding as well, but then it would take a lot of explaining of how she knew of the wizarding community.
"Disagreements?" Frolic asked.
"No we're good, continue on," Hermione said. Finally winning a battle.
"Alright, full names of the Groomsmen."
"Vincent John Crabbe and Gregory George Goyle," Malfoy spat.
"Guests." Frolic said scribbling down notes after notes.
This time Narcissa started the lists. First of males then of females. Hermione could have hugged her when she heard the Weasley's names on the list as well as Harry's.
"Mother," Malfoy cut in, "why are the blood traitors and Potter invited?"
"Because son, they are your fiancé's friends, so they must be invited as well. Same with her parents."
"But there muggles!"
"That doesn't matter."
"Alright," Frolic said. "I have everything I need here. If you all would just sign it, I will see you in two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Hermione asked in shock.
"Yes, you and your fiancé are getting married on December first are you not?" Frolic asked.
The glare in Malfoy's eye warned her to not disagree, "Yes of course. Silly me, I forgot what day it was today." Malfoy gave her a small nod of approval and signed the document. Hermione read over the whole thing before signing it and passing it on to Pansy. After everyone had signed it Frolic left.
"Blaise, I do believe we have important business to get back too," Malfoy said standing up. "Shall we leave the women alone?"
"Yes lets," Blaise said standing up. He looked down his nose at Pansy, "And do behave won't you? I don't want you to ruin my reputation with Draco." And they left. Hermione was looking at him in shock until the door was safely shut.
"Pansy! How can you just let him talk to you like that?" Hermione asked turning to her friend.
"Because she must," Narcissa said standing up from her chair and sitting on the other side of Hermione. "As you must too. Draco is not afraid to do whatever it takes to get what is his. And according to the law you're his. The only problem is he always wanted an obedient pureblood wife. And since he can't have the pureblood wife, he wants the obedient wife and will stop at nothing to get this. This is what most husbands require from their wives. Pansy, at first, tried to get her independence from her husband; as do most pureblood wives; but females in the wizarding world are not brought up to be strong, while the men are. They are stronger then us Hermione, and we just have to except that."
"But I can't!" Hermione said, starting to cry. "Women have fought for, and gained the right to be equals. Even in the wizarding world there are women in the work field, and I'm stuck having to marry the man I have hated since I met him. And he won't even let me be me!"
"Oh Hermione," Pansy said giving her a hug, "I know it must be hard on you. You were never taught, or even expected to know, how to act like a pureblood wife."
"Hermione," Narcissa cut in, "is something else bothering you?" Hermione looked at her in shock; how could Narcissa know? She seemed to read Hermione's mind again. "You were sitting as far away from Draco as possible while still looking like a couple, and you shuddered a little every time he touched you. Is something bothering you?" Hermione sighed and nodded her head, before plunging into her story of last night, up to when she forgot, and then this morning too.
"And the worst of it, was this morning when I confronted him on it, he said he was 'claiming what was his.' I wanted to puke on him," Hermione finished, now sobbing. Both Pansy and Narcissa hugged her again.
"Are you sure that's what he said?" Narcissa asked and Hermione nodded. Pansy and Narcissa shared a look.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Well," Pansy said slowly, "when a wizard sleeps with a witch and then claims her for himself, it's basically a curse. It makes it impossible for the witch to be with any other man. Wizard or muggle."
"But why would he do that?" Hermione asked, "I'm being forced to marry him!"
"But you still have two weeks in which you can tell him no," Pansy replied softly.
See no cliffie this time. Oh and I do tell you all, there is going to be only one more chapter. There you can see if she says Yes to Malfoy or No. So I promise to update quick-like.
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