Author's Note:



Chapter Three: Everything Explained (the title has nothing to do with the chapter and the only reason it is the title for this chapter is because I suck at thinking up of names for chapters!)



Hermione's P.O.V.

I thought everything that Voldemort said over. Why? What does he want with me? I'm a muggle-born wi- that's it! He wants control of the muggle world! No wait. why would he need my help? And if he does want to conquer the muggle-born, why doesn't he just go ahead and conquer it? Not that I want him to. but, how the hell am I supposed to know any Death Eaters or Death Eaters- to- be? Well, if he wants to conquer the muggle, why does he need my hand in marriage? And what do I have that he so much needs to conquer the muggle world? Why the fucken hell did he choose. pick. they mean the same thing. but why did he have to choose me of all the muggle-borns there are in this school? What makes me so different? Wow Hermione! You are so selfish!

But what if I said no? Would he kill me? Why should I care if he kills me or not? I mean. there is nothing to live for. Harry's dating Cho Chang. Well, obviously. He couldn't resist her! After she got over Cedric, she came running to him. And it was hard for Harry to say no to his long-time crush. He couldn't resist her and, because of that, I'm left with nothing. It seems as though Harry just. no. It seems as though. as though. as though. I don't know! Harry's dating Cho right now and. and. and after he graduates from Hogwarts he'll. he'll probably propose to her.and from what I can tell. she'll say yes!

What's the point in living? What's the point if you got no friends to talk to when you really need to talk to someone and when your. when the person you love. is, well, loves someone else? There's no point in living! I might as well tell Voldemort no to his proposal and then. if I know him. in which I don't. but, if I know. no, if I say no. then he'll kill me. He does kill Muggles for fun. and this time. it'll be. for. how the hell am I supposed to know? Well, as long as he. as long as I can ruin whatever scheme he has behind all this. I can pass on happily to the other side. What the hell am I talking about? There is no other side! As much as I know about death. in which I don't know a lot. you just. leave behind a corpse. and. you leave the world. But really, why does Voldemort need my hand in marriage? If he wants to conquer the muggle world. then. he. well, there is no point in marrying me if he wants to conquer the muggle world! But then again. there are. no. I don't have a fucken clue on why he needs my hand in marriage! He despises, no, hates muggles and muggle-born witches/wizards! I guess I should stop worrying because it wouldn't be all that bad if I died, right? I'll be happy, wouldn't I? I would've escaped from all my troubles and I'll be happy as with everyone else! I put my thoughts about Voldemort and why he proposed to me away and walked to the Great Hall.

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'Wow,' Hermione thought, 'Why isn't anyone here? It's four thirty in the morn- FOUR THIRTY IN THE MORNING! I should still be in bed! Ugh! But now I won't be able to go back to sleep! Stupid Voldemort. stupid, stupid, stupid idiot! Might as well stay here!' Hermione walked over to the Griffindor table and sat down. While Hermione sat in her seat, in deep thought still wondering why Voldemort needed her hand in marriage, Draco Malfoy walked in. He looked around and of course he spotted Hermione. He stared at the back of her head for what seemed like a millenium and his eyes soon held anger that would scare anyone out of their pants.

Draco's P.O.V.

Stupid mudblood! She doesn't know one thing about Dark Arts. why the fucken hell am I assigned to 'marry' her? What in the fucken hell is Lord Voldemort thinking? She's a mudblood! He already sent her the dream but why the hell would she say yes to his proposal? And if it is his proposal, why the hell am I supposed to be the one getting married to her? Poor mudblood, must be so confused right now. Not even she'll be able to figure out why Lord Voldemort proposed to her. Come to think of it, I don't know either! Of course, he would never do such a thing, would he? No, why would he marry a mudblood and why would he want any of his Death Eaters or Death Eaters- to- be to marry a mudblood? Is he drunk? Maybe, but orders must be obeyed.

I slowly walk over to where the mudblood is sitting. She must be in deeper thought than I thought. She doesn't even sense me! Well, not many people could. But she should know better than to sort out her thoughts in the Great Hall. "What are you doing here, mudblood? And, oh, what's this? Without Potty and Weasel? Now, who'll protect you from evil me?" I said, because she should know better than to answer that question. Actually, I should know better than to ask that question to her. She'll probably end up complaining. at least, that's what I think it is. complaining about. me calling her dear old friends: Potty and Weasel. Isn't that admirable? Sticking up for her friends.

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" Mudblood asks in what she would call a threatening voice. Ha! No one knows how to threaten better than a Malfoy. Not even Lord Voldemort knows how to threaten. Now, isn't that sad? I don't know why the hell I enjoy working for him while, at the same time I hate him. He needs Death Eaters to do all of his dirty work for him! And isn't it suprising that I even call him Lord Voldemort? Yes, I don't even know why I bother with all this shit. With all of his shit! "Malfoy, are you going to answer my question?" The mudblood's voice interrupted my thoughts. And why the fucken hell did she emphasize 'Malfoy?' Is it such an evil name that she has to say it with hate? I guess. The Malfoy name has always meant or actually done evil. But smart little mudblood would never be able to figure out why Lord Voldemort asked for her hand in marriage. Even with all the time and clues that we'll give her, which is obviously none, because anyone would be an idiot to give her clues, she'll never be able to figure out why Lord Voldemort asked her hand in marriage. "Hello, I asked you two questions and your reply is looking off into space?" What does mudblood know? Nothing! The only reason she's in the Great Hall so early is to figure out why Lord Voldemort proposed to her! "You want to know the reason I'm here, talking to the likes of you?" I asked her and her only reply was a nod of her head, and if it wasn't for my keen eyesight, I would have never seen her nod. I decided to make this quick so I just get straight to the point. "To get the answer to my proposal. What else?" I see confusion in her eyes.

"What do you mean by 'my proposal?' Isn't it Voldemort's proposal?" Clueless. Of course. What did I expect? Her to know everything? "Now tell me why Lord Voldemort would want you as a wife. Huh? Can't answer that, could you? Well, let me tell you one thing, mudblood! Lord Voldemort needs Death Eaters to do his dirty work-" Stupid mudblood, always cutting me off. "But he gave me a choice between him, his Death Eaters, or Death Eaters- to- be. But-" I should make this quick. Ugh, just the sight of her is making me want to puke. I would rather be stuck with Pansy than her for the rest of my life. But then again, Lord Voldemort did say I could do whatever I want with her once his little scheme is over.finished. "Look, mudblood, let me explain to you so I could get out of your ugly sight already." Her eyes only burn with hatred. What if she kills me first? My life is a miserable one. But, who would have guessed that even with all that hatred in her eyes, she would want me to explain to her about what's going on? Oh yeah, she's Miss Know- It- All. She has to know what's going on. "Voldemort will accept Death Eaters- to- be because he needs all the help he could get. But whom are you going to marry if you're not marrying Voldemort? Take a wild guess!"

Hermione's P.O.V.

No! Why? Okay, so I got my wish in not marrying Voldemort, but Malfoy? I rather kill myself than marry him! The killing curse would be a good way to die compared to living with Malfoy.for my entire life! Oh! Why the hell am I in this situation? What did I do that was so wrong that I had to get punished for it? I need to talk to someone, but whom? Who would want to listen to a girl with problems that have no solution? No one! Oh, I can't believe my luck! It was only four-fifty in the morning! When do people start coming to the Great Hall? Five-thirty? Oh, I have to wait forty more minutes until Malfoy will stop bothering me. Great, now I'm stuck with my thoughts and Malfoy! Somebody help me, please?



~ end chapter three ~ Wow, that was long! Please review! Well, sorry if that was crappy. I mean, it's three o'clock in the morning! I'm too busy in the afternoon to go on the Internet to post the chapters. Plus, to make it worse, I'm grounded from the Internet for getting a very bad grade on my book report! And I'm grounded for two weeks! Wah! So all I could do is to write my chapters at night! Oh, did I mention, I'm grounded from the computer and my labtop, but my mom won't know that I'm on my labtop because I have a lock on my door, at night! Heheh! But in the morning, she has an eye on me at all times! So expect crappy chapters from now until two weeks later! Bye! Wish me luck! Thanx!