A/N Okay from now on I will not hound, demand or threaten when it comes to reviews. Just knowing that people are reading it makes me happy. So sorry for acting like a crazy person. I just hope that you continue to read and enjoy my story...
"No, I'm not doing that." Hermione shook her head stubbornly and crossed her arms over her chest. "There is no way on this earth that I am marrying Draco Malfoy."
"You must," was all Dumbledore said. Hermione continued to shake her head, tears welling in her eyes. She looked around at her old headmaster's office, taking in the portraits of old headmaster and mistresses. The sorting hat sat quietly on the shelf behind Dumbledore; the sword of Gryffindor gleamed from inside its glass case. Everything blurred then cleared as her tears pooled then spilled over onto Hermione's cheeks.
"I can't," she said, her voice thick with emotion.
"There is nothing to be done my dear. From what you told me Lucius has already decided that you and Draco will wed. I advise you to inform your parents. Some transfiguration to their house would probably be a good idea too."
Hermione's deep chocolate eyes looked into Dumbledore's twinkling blue ones.
"You don't care do you?" she asked straining to control herself. "As long as it serves your purpose you don't care who gets hurt. I've given the Order my reputation, my body, my friendships and now you are asking, no telling me, to hand over my life. Because that is what this is; it's a bloody death sentence and you know it!" Hermione jumped up and began pacing around the room. Dumbledore sat there and just calmly watched her.
"You toy with people and set them up to fall. You're like a puppet master; when something's not going just how you want it, you just tweak the strings a little until it all falls into place. You wanted a spy so you sacrificed Snape, you wanted the world to believe Harry and I had fought so you pushed us apart. You've completely ruined any chance I ever had with Sirius and you just sit there calmly, your bloody eyes twinkling and watch as the people around you fall to pieces!" Hermione picked up one of the silver devices off the closest table and threw it straight at Dumbledore. He ducked smoothly and it hit the glass sword case. It smashed, shattering into thousands of tiny pieces that rained down on the pair. With a wave of his wand the case was repaired and the device was back on the table.
"Sit down Hermione," Dumbledore said in the same serene voice.
Glaring Hermione sat back down in the chair she had vacated and waited to hear what the headmaster would say.
"You will go to your parents tonight and explain to them what is happening. You will accept any offer made to you by Draco or Lucius Malfoy. You will marry Draco and on the day of your wedding you will smile and be happy. From the inside you will learn all that you can, you will report to Snape. He is Draco's godfather and frequently visits at Malfoy Manor. Until Voldemort is lying dead at Harry's feet you will play the role of a doting wife. When Harry defeats Voldemort you can do as you wish. You can go back to Sirius or you can stay with Draco, you can move to Australia and learn to surf.Until then you are an instrument of the Order and I am telling you, you will marry Draco Malfoy."
Hermione glared at Dumbledore.
"Months? Years? How long am I expected to keep up this farce?" Hermione stood. "Do you even know how close you are? I could have a whole brood of children by the time you defeat Voldemort and I'm suppose to sit on the sidelines and watch it happen?" She put her hands on the table and leaned in towards Dumbledore.
"Don't do this to me," she begged. "My mind would be put to better use firmly ensconced in the Order, far away from the Death Eaters. Please?" Dumbledore continued to stare at her, his expression never wavering. Hermione nodded and stood up straight, her bottom lip quivering. "As you wish it."
After flooing back to Grimmauld Place Hermione immediately apperated back to the Parkinson's. Heading straight for the room the show had been performed in she pushed open the doors. She scanned the room before her eyes fell upon a certain blonde. He had a woman pushed up against the wall, kissing her neck. The woman's hands were buried in his hair. She stepped over the naked, undulating bodies, barely giving them a second glance as she made a beeline towards Draco.
"Hey!" the woman protested as Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him away her. "Find your own!" the woman shouted. But Hermione didn't care. She dragged Draco out of the room and down the hall to where Lucius had taken her. The room was empty and she pushed Draco inside. He stumbled back but managed to keep his footing. He stared at her, first in anger and then in wonder when she shed her cloak and then began to undo her dress. She stepped out of the silky red material and approached Draco; he backed up until he reached the bed. Hermione pushed him back onto the bed and stood before him. She looked down at him, sizing him up.
"What-" Draco began but Hermione interrupted him
"No talking, I'm thinking."
Draco complied and let his eyes feast on her body standing just feet from where he was lying.
Hermione was still deciding the best way to go about it when she felt a hand creeping up her leg. She looked down and watched as Draco rolled onto his side and slowly ran a hand up the side of her leg and over her hip.
"You think too much," he whispered and pulled her down onto the bed. Hermione tried to take control and climb on top of Draco but he was having none of that and kept her firmly pinned beneath him. Despite the firm pressure of his hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning her arms above her head, the kiss he placed on her lips was so soft, barely a whisper. He pulled back to look at her, taking in her red eyes and flushed skin.
"What happened?" he whispered. "I want you in my bed but I want you there willingly not because some other man broke your heart." Hermione's eyes teared up again and she pushed Draco off of her.
"We're not in your bed," she spat and began to dress again. "I was stupid to come back here."
"Granger, what the hell happened to you?" Draco asked, sitting up.
"None of your God damned business!" she yelled before storming out of the room. Draco shot out of bed and followed her through the halls.
"Was it Potter? Did you have another run in with him?" Draco asked when he caught up with her.
"Why do you care?" she shouted, not caring who heard. "I thought you just wanted to fuck me!"
Draco flinched at the harsh word coming from Hermione.
"It's my job to be concerned about my future wife."
Despite that she knew it was now almost a certainty, she laughed dryly.
"You must be delusional if you think that I want to marry you!" she cried, drawing looks from the few people lingering about the entrance.
"I'm not exactly ecstatic about it either but I'm telling you it's going to happen! You might as well accept it." Draco stopped just inside the door and pulled her to him, placing a hard kiss on her non-responding lips. Hermione pushed him away, slapping him for show and stepped over the threshold, apperating on her next step down the path.
