A/N I don't know if I ever mentioned it but I don't think I did. Hahaha, don't hate me but LMK is a Dramione, Fight It is a Sirius/Hermione. Sorry, sorry, sorry if I didn't tell you or you didn't realise. Anyway, for the people still reading, the whole two or three of you I'm sure, here is the next chapter, more twists to confuse not only you but me. But DON"T WORRY! It is actually all planned out and I do know how it's going to end.

Enjoy...

"So," Pansy said taking a puff. "You're going to marry Draco Malfoy."

"No," said Hermione wrapping her arms around herself.

"Please; Malfoy men are notorious for sleeping with their son's girlfriends. It usually happens right before they announce theirengagement." Pansy stressed the word engagement and gave Hermione a pointed look. "They are also notorious for getting their way, one way or another."

"I'm not a piece of meat that can be bought."

Pansy laughed and dropped her cigarette on the ground, grounding it out with her designer pumps.

"Don't worry he won't try and buy you. He'll just take you." She laughed again and made her way back inside.

Hermione stood there, her hands slowly going numb and tried to decide what to do. Go back to Grimmauld Place? The Burrow? Pack it all in?

I nearly slept with Lucius Malfoy and now Draco wants to marry me.Hermione sighed, before she did anything or went anywhere she needed her cloak and bag. She went back into the enormous house and headed towards the room where she'd seen the house elves taking the coats. She found hers and eagerly put on her gloves, trying to get some warmth into her frozen hands.

"Let me do that,' Draco said from the doorway. Before Hermione had a chance to answer Draco had entered the room and taken her hands in his. He removed her gloves and held her hands firmly between his, brought them to his mouth and blew on them.

"Did you have fun with my father?" There was nothing mocking about his tone, just curiosity.

"No," Hermione answered honestly. "I don't like to be sized up like a cow at auction."

"I knew he was going to do something like that. I only mentioned you in passing but I knew it was a mistake when I saw you two dancing. ."

"Well, according to him, I'm your intended."

Draco's eyebrows shot up in surprise and he filed the information away for further investigation.

"And what did you say?" Draco asked, now rubbing his hands over hers, warming them further.

"Aren't you cold?" Hermione asked as if just realising he was wearing nothing but a scrap of material. He was still in his sarong and Hermione was suddenly aware just how close he was.

"It's warm in here. Why are you so cold?"

"I was outside; I needed some air."

"I was surprised to see you stay for the show." Draco watched her eyes for some hint as to what she was feeling, thinking.

"I was surprised to see you in the show. Not as surprised to find that Sirius was your fellow…player." Hermione's voice was neutral and her eyes gave nothing away.

Draco wanted to get a rise out of her.

"Were you hurt watching him fuck another woman? Is that why you left with my father? Did he have you screaming out his name?"

SMACK

Hermione had wrenched her hands free and punched Draco in the face. He smirked even as he tasted blood and put a tentative hand to his mouth. When he drew his hand away he saw blood on the tips of his fingers. He laughed as she raised her fist to hit him again and quickly grabbed her arms and pinned them to her sides. She turned her head away and her hair fell across her face.

"Did you like it?" he sneered. "I hear my father's quite good in bed."

Draco heard Hermione say something.

"What was that love?" he asked pressing her supple body against his firm one.

Hermione turned back to him and shook her hair away. Draco was surprised to see tears in her eyes.

"I said I didn't sleep with him."

Draco's grip slackened as he stared at her in surprise.

"Your lying, my father would sleep with a house elf if he was horny enough."

"He said he doesn't sleep with his son's intended. He was just testing me to see if I was worthy of the Malfoy name."

Hermione tore her arms from his slackened hold and shoved him. He stumbled back and landed on his arse.

"Intended? You mean he thinks I want to marry you?" Draco looked up at her from the floor, eyes wide.

A woman came into the room, gave the pair an odd look, grabbed her coat and then left again.

The brief interruption had given them both a chance to think.

"You don't want to marry me?" Hermione asked when they were alone again.

"No, I just wanted to get you into bed," Draco said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Hermione sighed in relief; one less thing she had to deal with.

"That's a relief," she laughed but stopped when Draco continued to frown. "What's the matter? You don't want to marry me, I sure as hell don't want to marry you, no damage done."

"You don't understand, my father has obviously picked you out as the future Mrs Malfoy. He's planning something and he always follows through with his plans."

"Well this isn't the Middle Ages; he can't just go to my parents and strike a deal. They'd never agree to it." Hermione knew her innocent muggle parents would never agree to a marriage with a perfect stranger for their only daughter.

Oh no, Hermione thought, my parents wouldn't but the descendants of Willem Hinshaw should be overjoyed at a match with a Malfoy. They would be expected to be delighted at the thought of gaining back some prestige after being ostracised and shunned from the wizarding community for so many generations. I'm screwed.

Draco watched the doubt and worry flit across her face and was dying to know what she was thinking. He stood up off the floor and tried in vain to crack open her mind and see what she was thinking.

"Stop it," she said when Draco was met with nothing but a brick wall. "That's not polite."

Draco laughed despite the odd situation they found themselves in. He was trapped by the pressure his father would no doubt apply and Hermione was trapped by the lies she had told.

Surely Dumbledore hadn't meant for her to marry Draco when he sent her on this mission. She was just supposed to become friendly with him.

"I have to go," she said suddenly. She picked her gloves up from where Draco had dropped them and grabbed her cloak and bag.

"We were in the middle of discussing out future!" he yelled after her as she hurried out of the large house. She left the door open and he saw her turn on the spot and after a moment she was gone. He shrugged his shoulders and headed back to the room where the main party was taking place. He needed to relieve some stress.