Chapter 10: The Filler

Hermione sighed as she stood in front of her mirror and looked at herself. She smiled, eyeing her silken white dress from the mirror. Today, she would get married to someone she had once hated…

How had I ever hated him? She wondered as she remembered the situation in which she had learned when this had all started.

Hermione could not take it. She could not stand another class with Malfoy and ran away to the prefect's 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 were 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.

"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) In addition, we would 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 Weasley, ( "Draco!" ) 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.

Hermione just shook her head and smiled wryly, working on putting her hair into a delicate bun. "Now I understand what all that meant…" She said as she turned around and started to walk towards her door.

Meanwhile, Draco was getting ready, too. "I have no clue who's the ring-bearer… But why should I care?" He combed back his hair and sighed deeply. "Maybe it's a ferret… Oh, I'd love to see Father if a ferret besides me strode through that chapel…" He laughed to himself. Normally, he wouldn't talk so pessimistically about himself, but now was one of those rare times. After a moment, he sat down his brush and walked out of his room door.

"Yay. Aren't I happy…" Draco muttered, running now down the stairs. As he ran, he wondered when he'd finally realized he loved Hermione. Like that, parchment had said, he was obviously in love with her sometime before he had told her they were being married. Probably in his fifth year, or sometime then he felt something for her. His thoughts wondering, he reached the door in a matter of minutes and walked outside, where his Father was going to drive him to the chapel.

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EuphoniumGurl0: I read all of the books, you retarded bitch. I did it while writer's block. Hell, you probably would not know smart if it hit you in the face. Too bad... You probably took an hour to do that flame... Anyhow, why don't you read up on the facts on the other chapters before actually flaming? I hated Harry Potter until my Mom made me read the books. Fucking hell, I'm a genuine fan now. Leave me the hell alone. Oh yeah, Hagrid leaves in the fifth book to get his brother. A wimpy short giant and he couldn't get anyone else. Dementors in the first chapter, 'Dudley Demented', attack Harry. Dudley almost gets the dementors kiss and Harry gets into a trail for doing magic... Fred and George ran away, too. Top that, you filthy whore. WHO ELSE WANTS TO FLAME ME?!!!

awwwwwwwww: Yeah. Glad I didn't have another flame.. Ugh. I'm glad you liked it, thanks for the support. I'm sorry it's only a page of new stuff. X.x

~piedermort~: :Grins.: I'm good at this stuff now, eh?

Sammy11: Being addicted to Draco/Hermione isn't all that bad. At least people like me like it! Sure I'll check out that story. That's what I'm about to do now!

the hope conspiracy: Yeah, I noticed that too when I blared both cds at the same time. Linkin Park and Evanescence ownz! I'm sorry this is just a filling chapter! I'll try harder!

This was just a filler chapter, so it doesn't really matter. It's reflected on feelings and I believe I did very poorly.

Genre: Romance

Rating: PG-13 and r-ish

Disclaimer: Go to the 9th chapter and see the disclaimer. Leave me alone!

These wounds they will not heal.

These wounds won't seem to heal.

BOW DOWN TO SIMILARITIES!

Kidding like always… Love the reviews. *The Young Writer Called Jamie.*