A/n: This takes place in their sixth year. I know things are WAY different. I'm only on the third book. Halfway through it, actually, and I'm doing this as if things were the same. Don't fucking argue with me, just go and read.
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter dis and Harry Potter that. Don't you know I don't even own a big black cat? Not that it matters or anything, because J. K. Rowling went with her wand and stole my scene!
Period of the Harry Potter years: The sixth year
Rating: R
Title: Marrying The Enemy
Summary: An odd and ridiculous Draco/Hermione. Was I high when I wrote this? Rated R for mature situations, language, and the abuse of drinking... Draco choses a quite 'interesting' way of telling Granger something. Want to find out? Then read and review! This starts out as one-sided love, BTW.
Genre: Romance
With Voldemort still on the run from the law, it was surprising that both Hermione and Draco were happy. Usually, Hermione was worried about Harry's safety. For Malfoy, who cared what he thought, anyway? Draco though, still was quite happy that his Father was in Askaban.
Hermione ran up the stairs to the Dark Arts classroom, glancing down at her watch before entering the classroom.
A lot had happened over the summer. Lupin had decided to return being the Dark Arts teacher, ( Much to the children's parent's complaints) Hagrid stayed as the Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Professor Snape still wished to be the Dark Arts teacher, but stayed as the Potions teacher, Professor McGonagall stayed as the Transfiguration teacher, Professor Sprout stayed in Herbology, and the other teachers stayed in their classes. Mad-eye Moody decided to be another teacher.
Hermione had changed as well. She had tamed her bushy brown hair and now wore her long silky hair in a single braid running down her back. She had lost a lot of weight and her legs were as skinny as ever. Her face had a pleasant glow to it, as if she hadn't a care in the world. But she did.
Her parents weren't muggles. They weren't half-breed even. They were *pure*bloods. Hermione could never look at them the same way ever again. It was just too horrible. Her parents had tried to live a normal muggle life and had changed their names from the Slaughters, ( A/n: Hint-hint... I only use 'DaCarver' as a decoy last name. Just guess the real one there. Hint-hint. ) to the Grangers.
Also, Hermione was sharing a room with Malfoy. Why did Draco Malfoy have to be a prefect? Why Malfoy? The professor had said they had to be in "boy and girl groups" but did he seriously think she and Malfoy would get along? Taking this seriously their third year together; Draco slapped. First year; name calling. Second year; more name calling, plus encounters. How could two worst enemies *ever* get along?
Hermione had her own room and Draco had his. Hermione's room was connected with Draco's much to her distaste. In their common room, there was a small bathroom which had a shower and a sink and an enchanted mirror with it. Their rooms were decorated with their house color, the furniture teak (a very expensive wood) and alarm clocks on their dressers. Their beds were soft and very confortable, though Malfoy said he liked his old room back at the mansion better. In all the rooms, there were magical mirrors that talked. The one in Granger's room acted like Malfoy, ( "Damn it to bloody hell, Granger! Doesn't anyone teach you manners?" ) and Malfoy's acted like Granger, ( "So, staring in space again, eh, Malfoy?" ). How did they end up having horrid mirrors like those?
Hermione shrugged the thought off and walked over beside Harry and listened to Professor Lupin talk to them about they were going to study bogarts over again. Hermione let her gaze wander for a while over to where Malfoy was sitting. No one was sitting beside him, not like she cared.
Getting finished with his explanations, Professor Lupin followed Hermione's gaze over to the empty seat beside Draco. "Ah, Hermione, why don't you go sit with Mr. Malfoy and help him with his homework for tomorrow?" Lupin had obviously no clue that Hermione hated Malfoy, or else he wouldn't of suggested it. ( A/n: Yes, I know that Lupin's friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but let's just pretend here, okay? )
Hermione scowled but nodded and picked up her books, slowly walking up to the very front and sat to Malfoy's right and sighed deeply.
"What did I get myself into?" She asked no one in particular.
"I'm not particularly happy either Granger." The annoyed voice of Malfoy drawled beside her.
"Oh Malfoy," Hermione grumbled, "sod off."
The rest of their class time they only talked to eachother with one-word replies or either very short questions...
Hermione was heavily relieved when the bell had rang and quickly picked up her books, walking out of the Dark Arts classroom with Harry and Ron, a scowl on her lips.
Their next class was Divination, with the Slytherins...
Hermione couldn't take it. She couldn't stand another class with Malfoy and ran away to the prefects rooms. She slammed the door behind her and ran to her bed, but not before throwing her books on the floor. She held her breath as she felt a figure beneath her... She glanced behind her shoulder and her fingers got entwined with the persons... She felt the person's legs go around hers, trapping her. She sighed peacefully, but that was before she realized who the person was. She glanced down at the Slytherin robes and almost screamed.
"*M*-" Her mouth was covered by his left hand.
"Shh, Granger." Malfoy whispered into her ear. "I wanted to talk to you, anyway. Now that I have you trapped, I can ask you." He nuzzled her neck and smirked at her.
Hermione bit his fingers and Draco removed his hand, replacing it around her waist. "Why are you *doing* this, Malfoy?"
"To *toy* with you..." He whispered against her neck.
"Couldn't you ask me what you wanted in a *normal* way?" Hermione glanced around the room franticly, licking her lips, almost vomiting when she'd tasted Malfoy.
"You wouldn't have listened to me," He replied simply, in that sarcastic voice of his.
Hermione tried to get her fingers entwined out of Malfoy's, but failed. He was just too strong. "What did you want to ask me? I just want to sleep... Not with *you*, especially when a *mirror* is watching us." She glanced over at the mirror to the left of them.
"I didn't want to *ask* you something, I wanted to *tell* you something." Malfoy said. Just to annoy her, and to make Hermione's suffering longer.
"Fine, Malfoy. What did you want to *tell* me?" She was about to kick that fucking little...
"That Voldemort's gone mad." Draco whispered into her ear again.
"Malfoy, what's the point of this? We all know Voldemort's insane." She was at her last nerve and wanted to kick Malfoy and knock him tit on his arse. She was getting quite annoyed of how Draco stroked her hand with his thumb and the way he rubbed himself against her. She even hated his breath against her neck.
"He's ordering me to marry the person that's the most different to me. Do you know who that is? It's you..." Draco whispered yet again into her ear, his thumb still stroking the back of Hermione's hand.
He then continued after a moment of silence, "He's ordered us to be married right after this year... (Hermione blanched) Also, we'd better be on first-name terms, Hermione. Well, alone, just not in public."
"Why? Too ashamed of socializing with a mudblood, Malfoy?" Hermione asked the man beneath her, trying to sound hurt.
"Oh really? Do you really think you'd fancy if I called out to you like that little twerp Weasly, ( "Draco!" Hermione said. ) and say, 'Hi, 'Mione!'? Hmm?" Draco said in his normal haughtily voice.
"I guess that no, I wouldn't." Hermione said after a moment, choosing to ignore the tone in Draco's voice.
"Fine, that's settled..." Draco's grip on Hermione's hand didn't lessen, neither his arm, ( That Hermione noticed with disgust) that was still rapped tightly around her waist rather possessively. Draco thought it'd be amusing and fell asleep with Hermione fuming.
"Bloody hell..." Hermione muttered and closed her eyes, but glancing over at the opened door to her room before that and fell asleep.
Hermione would have actually been quite happy in her room, if it wasn't for Draco. The covers were magiked so that they automatically covered the person if they'd already hadn't sleeping there. The atmosphere of the room was quite content and quiet. It actually seemed homely, if you regarded the two in the bed.
Hermione woke up to a loud scream in the middle of her doorway. Her eyes widened when she'd saw the person was...
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BOO! I got you there. I'm so sorry for this cliffhanger. So anyway, who's the person? Ron? Harry? Professor McGonagall? Lavender? Paravati? You'll find out if you review.
REVIEW! You know it's the right thing to do.
Key:
*= Thoughts ... ex: *blah blah blah*
*= Emphasized words ... ex: *blah*
~~~~~~~= Changed scene or end of story
Disclaimer: Harry Potter dis and Harry Potter that. Don't you know I don't even own a big black cat? Not that it matters or anything, because J. K. Rowling went with her wand and stole my scene!
Period of the Harry Potter years: The sixth year
Rating: R
Title: Marrying The Enemy
Summary: An odd and ridiculous Draco/Hermione. Was I high when I wrote this? Rated R for mature situations, language, and the abuse of drinking... Draco choses a quite 'interesting' way of telling Granger something. Want to find out? Then read and review! This starts out as one-sided love, BTW.
Genre: Romance
With Voldemort still on the run from the law, it was surprising that both Hermione and Draco were happy. Usually, Hermione was worried about Harry's safety. For Malfoy, who cared what he thought, anyway? Draco though, still was quite happy that his Father was in Askaban.
Hermione ran up the stairs to the Dark Arts classroom, glancing down at her watch before entering the classroom.
A lot had happened over the summer. Lupin had decided to return being the Dark Arts teacher, ( Much to the children's parent's complaints) Hagrid stayed as the Care Of Magical Creatures Teacher, Professor Snape still wished to be the Dark Arts teacher, but stayed as the Potions teacher, Professor McGonagall stayed as the Transfiguration teacher, Professor Sprout stayed in Herbology, and the other teachers stayed in their classes. Mad-eye Moody decided to be another teacher.
Hermione had changed as well. She had tamed her bushy brown hair and now wore her long silky hair in a single braid running down her back. She had lost a lot of weight and her legs were as skinny as ever. Her face had a pleasant glow to it, as if she hadn't a care in the world. But she did.
Her parents weren't muggles. They weren't half-breed even. They were *pure*bloods. Hermione could never look at them the same way ever again. It was just too horrible. Her parents had tried to live a normal muggle life and had changed their names from the Slaughters, ( A/n: Hint-hint... I only use 'DaCarver' as a decoy last name. Just guess the real one there. Hint-hint. ) to the Grangers.
Also, Hermione was sharing a room with Malfoy. Why did Draco Malfoy have to be a prefect? Why Malfoy? The professor had said they had to be in "boy and girl groups" but did he seriously think she and Malfoy would get along? Taking this seriously their third year together; Draco slapped. First year; name calling. Second year; more name calling, plus encounters. How could two worst enemies *ever* get along?
Hermione had her own room and Draco had his. Hermione's room was connected with Draco's much to her distaste. In their common room, there was a small bathroom which had a shower and a sink and an enchanted mirror with it. Their rooms were decorated with their house color, the furniture teak (a very expensive wood) and alarm clocks on their dressers. Their beds were soft and very confortable, though Malfoy said he liked his old room back at the mansion better. In all the rooms, there were magical mirrors that talked. The one in Granger's room acted like Malfoy, ( "Damn it to bloody hell, Granger! Doesn't anyone teach you manners?" ) and Malfoy's acted like Granger, ( "So, staring in space again, eh, Malfoy?" ). How did they end up having horrid mirrors like those?
Hermione shrugged the thought off and walked over beside Harry and listened to Professor Lupin talk to them about they were going to study bogarts over again. Hermione let her gaze wander for a while over to where Malfoy was sitting. No one was sitting beside him, not like she cared.
Getting finished with his explanations, Professor Lupin followed Hermione's gaze over to the empty seat beside Draco. "Ah, Hermione, why don't you go sit with Mr. Malfoy and help him with his homework for tomorrow?" Lupin had obviously no clue that Hermione hated Malfoy, or else he wouldn't of suggested it. ( A/n: Yes, I know that Lupin's friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but let's just pretend here, okay? )
Hermione scowled but nodded and picked up her books, slowly walking up to the very front and sat to Malfoy's right and sighed deeply.
"What did I get myself into?" She asked no one in particular.
"I'm not particularly happy either Granger." The annoyed voice of Malfoy drawled beside her.
"Oh Malfoy," Hermione grumbled, "sod off."
The rest of their class time they only talked to eachother with one-word replies or either very short questions...
Hermione was heavily relieved when the bell had rang and quickly picked up her books, walking out of the Dark Arts classroom with Harry and Ron, a scowl on her lips.
Their next class was Divination, with the Slytherins...
Hermione couldn't take it. She couldn't stand another class with Malfoy and ran away to the prefects rooms. She slammed the door behind her and ran to her bed, but not before throwing her books on the floor. She held her breath as she felt a figure beneath her... She glanced behind her shoulder and her fingers got entwined with the persons... She felt the person's legs go around hers, trapping her. She sighed peacefully, but that was before she realized who the person was. She glanced down at the Slytherin robes and almost screamed.
"*M*-" Her mouth was covered by his left hand.
"Shh, Granger." Malfoy whispered into her ear. "I wanted to talk to you, anyway. Now that I have you trapped, I can ask you." He nuzzled her neck and smirked at her.
Hermione bit his fingers and Draco removed his hand, replacing it around her waist. "Why are you *doing* this, Malfoy?"
"To *toy* with you..." He whispered against her neck.
"Couldn't you ask me what you wanted in a *normal* way?" Hermione glanced around the room franticly, licking her lips, almost vomiting when she'd tasted Malfoy.
"You wouldn't have listened to me," He replied simply, in that sarcastic voice of his.
Hermione tried to get her fingers entwined out of Malfoy's, but failed. He was just too strong. "What did you want to ask me? I just want to sleep... Not with *you*, especially when a *mirror* is watching us." She glanced over at the mirror to the left of them.
"I didn't want to *ask* you something, I wanted to *tell* you something." Malfoy said. Just to annoy her, and to make Hermione's suffering longer.
"Fine, Malfoy. What did you want to *tell* me?" She was about to kick that fucking little...
"That Voldemort's gone mad." Draco whispered into her ear again.
"Malfoy, what's the point of this? We all know Voldemort's insane." She was at her last nerve and wanted to kick Malfoy and knock him tit on his arse. She was getting quite annoyed of how Draco stroked her hand with his thumb and the way he rubbed himself against her. She even hated his breath against her neck.
"He's ordering me to marry the person that's the most different to me. Do you know who that is? It's you..." Draco whispered yet again into her ear, his thumb still stroking the back of Hermione's hand.
He then continued after a moment of silence, "He's ordered us to be married right after this year... (Hermione blanched) Also, we'd better be on first-name terms, Hermione. Well, alone, just not in public."
"Why? Too ashamed of socializing with a mudblood, Malfoy?" Hermione asked the man beneath her, trying to sound hurt.
"Oh really? Do you really think you'd fancy if I called out to you like that little twerp Weasly, ( "Draco!" Hermione said. ) and say, 'Hi, 'Mione!'? Hmm?" Draco said in his normal haughtily voice.
"I guess that no, I wouldn't." Hermione said after a moment, choosing to ignore the tone in Draco's voice.
"Fine, that's settled..." Draco's grip on Hermione's hand didn't lessen, neither his arm, ( That Hermione noticed with disgust) that was still rapped tightly around her waist rather possessively. Draco thought it'd be amusing and fell asleep with Hermione fuming.
"Bloody hell..." Hermione muttered and closed her eyes, but glancing over at the opened door to her room before that and fell asleep.
Hermione would have actually been quite happy in her room, if it wasn't for Draco. The covers were magiked so that they automatically covered the person if they'd already hadn't sleeping there. The atmosphere of the room was quite content and quiet. It actually seemed homely, if you regarded the two in the bed.
Hermione woke up to a loud scream in the middle of her doorway. Her eyes widened when she'd saw the person was...
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BOO! I got you there. I'm so sorry for this cliffhanger. So anyway, who's the person? Ron? Harry? Professor McGonagall? Lavender? Paravati? You'll find out if you review.
REVIEW! You know it's the right thing to do.