Hermione stepped out of her bed to see that most of her Dormitory mates were just waking up. In the bathroom, were stalls that each held a shower rink. She stripped out of her clothes and went into one. Warm water came rushing through her body. It was exactly the right temperature, but it was one of her favorite places to be. (After the library of course) It gave her a time to think...about Hogwarts, classes, Malfoy. 'Him" She thought softly. 'Why is he always in my mind? Do I like him?'

"Hermione! Are you in here?" It was Ginny, anybody could recognize her voice.

"I'll be out in a second!" She said while wrapping a towel around herself. Hermione walked to the mirror, but stared at her reflection. Bushy hair grazed her face and brown eyes looked back at her.

She brushed her hair softly while putting on her Hogwart's robe. "Ginny, come in!" Hermione heard the sound of the door being opened and saw a small red-head coming in. She was almost as tall as her with the same features, petite, short and smart. "Let's go to breakfast!" She said, whining.

Hermione giggled softly. "Okay." Grabbing her school books, they both walked out the door. Ginny was always Hermione's best girl friend. Harry and Ron just sometimes didn't understand her.

"Where are Ron and Harry?"

"I saw them while I was practicing in the quidditch field, Snape too. They probably got into trouble." Ginny paused. I just remembered! I heard a rumor that the sixth-years were taking a home economics project."

"It's true...this is Melody, my baby." She pulled out a small pink egg from her cloak pocket. Ginny stared in amazement then she laughed. "Who's the husband?"

"Oh...trust me. You don't want to know." Hermione said. She looked at Melody. "I named her...let's just say that my husband and I...don't really get along."

"Maybe it's Malfoy." Ginny said laughing. "But no professor in their right mind would pair you two up together!

Hermione stared at her in shock, but nodded.

"No way! He's lucky if he doesn't get hexed only once this year." Ginny said.

Hermione sighed. "Every time you joke, it always comes true."

*** Hermione's POV

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"Did everybody receive a parchment?" Professor Sprout asked. It was on the desk I was sitting next too. It was faced down, but quickly I turned it over. It was blank, nothing was written on it.

Sprout took her wand and flicked it. She mumbled a spell. In the middle of the parchment it vaporized, but then words appeared. "This will be your job to support your family." She continued.

I grinned. Auror was written on it. They made a decent amount, especially with the war coming. I shivered; the thought of Voldemort actually scared me. I erased the thought out of my mind. I wonder what Malfoy is?

Harry looked at me and mouthed the words Minister of Magic. I wanted to laugh. Harry would do a better job then Fudge any day.

Sprout spoke. "Please get together with your spouse." I winced. It felt very strange to be called Draco Malfoy's wife. Especially when he hated you since first year.

I saw Malfoy walking toward me, but then he leaned on the wall that was near the table. He tossed the parchment to me. "Read it, Granger." He said it with certain elegance. I glanced at the words.

"Madame Maxine clothes fitter." I said laughing. I clutched my stomach. It was too good too be true. After all, Malfoy is practically the most sexist guy in Hogwarts. "Very funny, Granger. What do you have?"

I smirked. "Auror...looks like I'm going to be supporting you and Melody." I pulled her out of my pocket. "Here, you can have her." The egg's pink shell was shining against the light.

"Why do I have to take her?" Malfoy said angrily.

"For us to have an equal marriage!" I handed him a long piece of parchment.

"What is this?"

"The check list..." I said.

"See, number one...every day at exactly seven fifteen, you have to clean her shell with this." I showed him a small rag. "It keeps the coat shiny.

"Number two....you give her a small bath in a bowl. You get it from the house elves, but don't worry; I already introduced them to Melody. Only every other day because you don't want her too crack."

"Maybe I do." Malfoy muttered.

"He didn't mean that!" I said loudly. "Number three...every night you have to take h—."

Malfoy cut in. "It's an egg, Granger!" I shrugged and handed Melody to him.

"You better take good care of her! She's my grade!" Malfoy smirked.

"Don't worry I will." He said, but I felt worried.