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Chapter Eleven: We Need to Talk
Hermione awoke to the bright sun shining in her eyes.
Then she remembered what had happened the day before.
She sighed and sat up in her bed.
Just then a knock came at her door.
"Come in," Hermione called weakly.
The door opened and Aurora walked in.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said, smiling, "We have company, so hurry up and take a shower and get ready."
Hermione nodded, noticing that her mother's smile never faltered. She was in a really good mood for some reason.
'Oh well,' Hermione thought as she walked to her bathroom.
"I hope she likes him. Oh no! What if she doesn't like him?" panic slowly creeping into the women's voice.
Voldemort frowned. "She'll like him. Besides, either way, she has to marry him. Liking him would be the easier way."
"Oh Hermione, dear! You look lovely! Please come have a seat!" Aurora said, as Hermione walked in the dining room. All eyes were on her.
She wore a black skirt that had ruffles at the bottom. Her top was a white shoulder shirt that had black flowers on it. Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail.
Hermione looked around the table.
Voldemort was at the head of the table. Aurora sat to his right. Lucius sat opposite of Voldemort. Draco sat to the left of his father.
Hermione sighed and sat down.
Draco sat outside in the gardens, thinking.
Nothing much had happened at breakfast. Hermione was just very tired and quiet.
Her parents have not yet told her that we are getting married, or so said.
I honestly want to see how she reacts. It will be very interesting.
And the best part about it: she doesn't know I'm a spy.
"Miss Riddle, your parents would like to see you in the parlor for tea."
Hermione sat on her bed, flipping through the pages of her favorite book: Hogwarts: A History.
She sighed, but nodded and slowly followed the house elf to the parlor.
"Ah, Victoria, please have a seat."
Hermione walked into the parlor and frowned when her father called her 'Victoria.'
Hermione sat on the couch across from the couch her parents were sitting in.
The doors to the parlor once again opened and in walked Draco.
Hermione glared at him as he sat down next to her, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Victoria, as a pureblood witch, you are to be married by the time you are eighteen."
Hermione nodded, her face frowning more and more by the second.
"I, as your father, am hereby responsible to choose your husband, and," he took a deep breath, "have decided."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. "And who is it?"
Now it was Aurora's turn to speak. "Mr. Draco Malfoy here has accepted your father's offer."
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at Draco, who was still sitting beside her, looking at the ground.
"I have to marry him?" Hermione screeched, standing up.
"Yes, you do and there will be no arguing!" Voldemort said, also standing up.
Aurora looked scared to death. "Now please, Victoria, sit down. Mr. Malfoy is a wonderful, well brought up young man and is part of another very wealthy pureblood line."
Hermione's face turned red. "So you want me to marry him for his money?" Hermione said, her voice rising.
Voldemort's face turned pale. Then red. "NO! Of course not! We want you to marry him because he is a very...well...well brought up man!" Voldemort finished.
Hermione looked confused. 'Did Voldemort just stutter?'
"I WON'T marry him! He has made my life HELL for the last six and a half years! I can't just forget about that!"
"Victoria, dear, there's no need for language-" her mother started.
"You WILL marry him and that's FINAL!" Voldemort yelled.
Hermione's face turned from madness to fright to steaming hot madness.
"I WON'T marry him!"
"YES you will!"
"No, I WON'T!"
"YES you WILL!"
"NO, I WON'T!!!"
"YES YOU WILL!"
Hermione and Voldemort's faces were both in pure angry at the other.
They stood there and stared at each other.
Hermione turned on her heel and left the room so suddenly, Draco barely saw her leave.
Aurora didn't know what to do.
Voldemort turned to Draco. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, but don't worry after a few days, she'll get used to the idea."
Draco nodded as he watched Voldemort and Aurora leave the room.
Draco sighed and knew that Hermione wouldn't get 'over' it in a few days. She would NEVER get used to the idea of her and Draco together.' Draco sighed and walked to the stained glass window.
He could see a small, petite figure running to the fence, brown curly hair flying.
He smiled, then frowned. He knew she wouldn't be able to run away again.
Voldemort had hired fifty new guards to place around the fence and stop her if she tried to escape.
He shook his head and left the room.
Dumbledore frowned. He knew Hermione wouldn't take it well, but that was insane. He shook his head. If only Hermione knew that Draco was a spy.
Hermione stopped at the fence. A man in a black cloak turned around to face her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Hermione sighed. Her father had hired more guards.
She shook her head and sat down on the cool grass.
Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around she saw Draco running to her.
"Hermione, we need to talk," he said simply.
Hermione stood up. "What? Are you here to tease me about my bushy hair or my teeth? No? Maybe it's that I don't have my wand with me? Or maybe it's because Voldemort is forcing us to get married? Take your pick." Hermione stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot.
Draco sighed. "No, Hermione. I'm not here to tease you. But we need to have a very civilized talk."
"Really? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think you're capable of a 'civilized' talk," Hermione said, walking around him and heading back to the house.
Draco sighed again and ran after her.
"Come on Hermione. I'm serious. No jokes. We need to talk."
Hermione sighed and turned around to face him.
"Okay. What is so 'important?'
Draco took a deep breath. "Okay, I have something really important to tell you."
Dumbledore smiled. He had told Draco to tell Hermione only if she went crazy. He knew he was doing the right thing.
He watched Draco and Hermione in his crystal ball.
Shaking his head, his smile widened.
"Oh no! She doesn't like him! Come on, Tom, we don't want to make her marry him, do we?"
Voldemort turned angrily to his wife. "Yes we do! He is a very suitable husband for her! He is well brought up! He has wonderful manners! He is very good looking! He is in a very wealthy pureblood line! YES THEY WILL MARRY!"
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Chapter Eleven: We Need to Talk
Hermione awoke to the bright sun shining in her eyes.
Then she remembered what had happened the day before.
She sighed and sat up in her bed.
Just then a knock came at her door.
"Come in," Hermione called weakly.
The door opened and Aurora walked in.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said, smiling, "We have company, so hurry up and take a shower and get ready."
Hermione nodded, noticing that her mother's smile never faltered. She was in a really good mood for some reason.
'Oh well,' Hermione thought as she walked to her bathroom.
"I hope she likes him. Oh no! What if she doesn't like him?" panic slowly creeping into the women's voice.
Voldemort frowned. "She'll like him. Besides, either way, she has to marry him. Liking him would be the easier way."
"Oh Hermione, dear! You look lovely! Please come have a seat!" Aurora said, as Hermione walked in the dining room. All eyes were on her.
She wore a black skirt that had ruffles at the bottom. Her top was a white shoulder shirt that had black flowers on it. Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony-tail.
Hermione looked around the table.
Voldemort was at the head of the table. Aurora sat to his right. Lucius sat opposite of Voldemort. Draco sat to the left of his father.
Hermione sighed and sat down.
Draco sat outside in the gardens, thinking.
Nothing much had happened at breakfast. Hermione was just very tired and quiet.
Her parents have not yet told her that we are getting married, or so said.
I honestly want to see how she reacts. It will be very interesting.
And the best part about it: she doesn't know I'm a spy.
"Miss Riddle, your parents would like to see you in the parlor for tea."
Hermione sat on her bed, flipping through the pages of her favorite book: Hogwarts: A History.
She sighed, but nodded and slowly followed the house elf to the parlor.
"Ah, Victoria, please have a seat."
Hermione walked into the parlor and frowned when her father called her 'Victoria.'
Hermione sat on the couch across from the couch her parents were sitting in.
The doors to the parlor once again opened and in walked Draco.
Hermione glared at him as he sat down next to her, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Victoria, as a pureblood witch, you are to be married by the time you are eighteen."
Hermione nodded, her face frowning more and more by the second.
"I, as your father, am hereby responsible to choose your husband, and," he took a deep breath, "have decided."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. "And who is it?"
Now it was Aurora's turn to speak. "Mr. Draco Malfoy here has accepted your father's offer."
Hermione's eyes grew wide as she turned to look at Draco, who was still sitting beside her, looking at the ground.
"I have to marry him?" Hermione screeched, standing up.
"Yes, you do and there will be no arguing!" Voldemort said, also standing up.
Aurora looked scared to death. "Now please, Victoria, sit down. Mr. Malfoy is a wonderful, well brought up young man and is part of another very wealthy pureblood line."
Hermione's face turned red. "So you want me to marry him for his money?" Hermione said, her voice rising.
Voldemort's face turned pale. Then red. "NO! Of course not! We want you to marry him because he is a very...well...well brought up man!" Voldemort finished.
Hermione looked confused. 'Did Voldemort just stutter?'
"I WON'T marry him! He has made my life HELL for the last six and a half years! I can't just forget about that!"
"Victoria, dear, there's no need for language-" her mother started.
"You WILL marry him and that's FINAL!" Voldemort yelled.
Hermione's face turned from madness to fright to steaming hot madness.
"I WON'T marry him!"
"YES you will!"
"No, I WON'T!"
"YES you WILL!"
"NO, I WON'T!!!"
"YES YOU WILL!"
Hermione and Voldemort's faces were both in pure angry at the other.
They stood there and stared at each other.
Hermione turned on her heel and left the room so suddenly, Draco barely saw her leave.
Aurora didn't know what to do.
Voldemort turned to Draco. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, but don't worry after a few days, she'll get used to the idea."
Draco nodded as he watched Voldemort and Aurora leave the room.
Draco sighed and knew that Hermione wouldn't get 'over' it in a few days. She would NEVER get used to the idea of her and Draco together.' Draco sighed and walked to the stained glass window.
He could see a small, petite figure running to the fence, brown curly hair flying.
He smiled, then frowned. He knew she wouldn't be able to run away again.
Voldemort had hired fifty new guards to place around the fence and stop her if she tried to escape.
He shook his head and left the room.
Dumbledore frowned. He knew Hermione wouldn't take it well, but that was insane. He shook his head. If only Hermione knew that Draco was a spy.
Hermione stopped at the fence. A man in a black cloak turned around to face her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked.
Hermione sighed. Her father had hired more guards.
She shook her head and sat down on the cool grass.
Suddenly she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around she saw Draco running to her.
"Hermione, we need to talk," he said simply.
Hermione stood up. "What? Are you here to tease me about my bushy hair or my teeth? No? Maybe it's that I don't have my wand with me? Or maybe it's because Voldemort is forcing us to get married? Take your pick." Hermione stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot.
Draco sighed. "No, Hermione. I'm not here to tease you. But we need to have a very civilized talk."
"Really? Well, I'm sorry, but I don't think you're capable of a 'civilized' talk," Hermione said, walking around him and heading back to the house.
Draco sighed again and ran after her.
"Come on Hermione. I'm serious. No jokes. We need to talk."
Hermione sighed and turned around to face him.
"Okay. What is so 'important?'
Draco took a deep breath. "Okay, I have something really important to tell you."
Dumbledore smiled. He had told Draco to tell Hermione only if she went crazy. He knew he was doing the right thing.
He watched Draco and Hermione in his crystal ball.
Shaking his head, his smile widened.
"Oh no! She doesn't like him! Come on, Tom, we don't want to make her marry him, do we?"
Voldemort turned angrily to his wife. "Yes we do! He is a very suitable husband for her! He is well brought up! He has wonderful manners! He is very good looking! He is in a very wealthy pureblood line! YES THEY WILL MARRY!"
A/N: Hey peeps! Waz up? Kay, this was the 11th chappie!!! Wat do ya think? Pleez review!!!
SHOUT OUTS:
ANNEYUAN2000: Hey! OMG! Thank ya SO MUCH! U have reviewed like EVERY CHAPPIE! Thank U!!!! Anyways, I am SO HAPPY to hear that my story is the best that ya have read so far! I am very surprised!!! & don't worry the twist will be up in the next couple chappies!!!
DRACO-OBSESSED-GRL: Hope ya liked this chappie! Pleez keep readin' and reviewin'!!!
THANX AGAIN 2 ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!! I'll update soon! LOL! -Angel12345