A/n: Okay. I've gotten some reviews that say why the hell am I still writing this garbage? I'll tell you why: BECAUSE I'M JUST A KID AND MY LIFE NEEDS REVIEWS. Straightforward: Hermione's a pureblood. My brother wrote the parts where it says she was a mudblood when I was sick. They love each other… And my mind's messed up. Draco's parents are ALIVE. I don't know where it says they're dead, but they're sure as hell alive.

Marrying the Enemy

Chapter 14 (Or 13... Whatever): The moments of peace before…

Draco had expected Voldemort to have good aim, sure, but not enough to do an Unforgivable on two people! However, they were both of their knees consequently the spell had been pronounced, their voices echoing the walls. There was a tension in the room, and the yells of 'Avada KEDAVRA' outside their room were merely getting louder. The room seemed to be tilting and Voldemort was merely laughing.

Narcissa didn't raise her wand and had no intention to. She was looking away, unable to watch the hurtful sight. She spoiled her son and hated it when he was punished. Especially now, and she even pitied Hermione for having her luck run out and get into this.

Lucius felt the exact opposite. When Voldemort singled him to do whatever he pleased, he took advantage of his son's and Granger's already unbearable pain and yelled, looking very gleeful, "CRUCIO!"

There was a flash of white and their screams somehow grew louder. It seemed as it windows were shattering because of their screams and grimaces. Voldemort finally stopped laughing, stalked over to Hermione, and pulled her up until she was in eye-level with him and Draco could only watch helplessly as he proceeded to yell at her. "Listen and listen closely because I'm only saying this once. I'm sparing you and Malfoy, but only because you two are of very importance. I do not spare anyone on any circumstances, so you two are very lucky." He afterwards threw her into the bed like a rag doll.

"H-Hermione..." Draco rasped, trying to resist the pain and tried to stop the hot flashes.

"Damn it..." She muttered before blacking out.

~*~

"Can't we just shove the damn thing on their fingers and be done with it?" Lucius snapped.

"No, we can't." Narcissa said coolly, just as if a Malfoy should be. "Either way, they have to both be conscious, Lucius." She had Draco's head on her lap and had Hermione's head on Draco's chest. She had dressed Hermione into the white silk dress she wore, which ran down to her ankles. Draco had been dressed by Lucius of course, and wore a white tuxedo, his bangs cascading onto Hermione's hair.

"I don't see why we can't just do it." Lucius said, glaring maliciously at Draco and Hermione.

They had returned to the Manor and had been told to inform Voldemort if either had regained consciousness. It had been over five hours later, and neither was awake, but was breathing. (Much to Lucius's dismay.)

"I hope they can never move again." Lucius said spitefully, his very dark grey eyes staring outside a window to his left.

"Then how exactly are they going to walk down the aisle?" Narcissa voiced, not letting her anger into her voice, keeping it to a slow drawl.

"Unn…." Both Draco and Hermione groaned. Hermione put her hands on the soft material of Draco's tuxedo and slowly pushed herself up. A tingle passed through her body afterwards and she opened her eyes.

"Draco! Can I…?" She looked from Draco to Narcissa.

Narcissa smiled knowingly. "You said you hated him." She stated plainly, but let Hermione pull her son's head onto her lap.

"I was lying." Hermione said simply and Draco smiled faintly. "Even though he can be an insufferable git sometimes, he still is nice." She played with Draco's bangs and smiled softly.

Narcissa shook her head and sighed. "Even if it's for the Dark Lord, you two do your best and take care of each other."

Hermione nodded and some of Draco's kind words and actions ran back to her.

"You can…" Draco whispered gently into her ear. "You can tell us…"

"You obviously don't know much about your parents."

"Too late." He said, his pale eyes glittering miserably. "I already have."

"Tomorrow's the day, Hermione… Tomorrow."

"I can help you, though."

"I love you, Hermione."

"Yeah."

Hermione pushed away the platinum bangs from Draco's eyes and Narcissa was greatly reminded of herself of her and Lucius when they were in their 7th year. Draco was holding Hermione's free hand and his soft sapphire eyes were staring into the girl's dark chocolate ones. Narcissa noted that her husband was scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment.

"Not to ruin the moment, but you two have a wedding to attend." Narcissa said calmly to them.

"How? Draco can barely move! If I can barely move an inch, what about him? Are you going to force us?" Hermione's once soft eyes now were a fiery copper-coloured brown, and Narcissa could swear she saw a little red in Draco's as he glared at his Father.

"My dear, you've already been forced to come here. The Dark Lord could just as easily use a Unforgivable on you to follow his orders just to walk there." Narcissa said gravely, a sad look in her eyes.

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KatieBell90099: :Giggles: You know, no one has ever called me 'missy' before. Dunno if it's an insult or a little endearment!

Mya: You enjoy reading it? Even though it's fucked up in some parts? Wow. I worship thy Mya! :Bows until back cracks.: He must like me, 'cause he went to the dance with me! Thanks.

Aluma: I've always had a good imagination… If you think I described good here, then you should read one of my stories called 'Dead Men Tell No Lies.' Honestly, I can't believe anyone actually reads my stuff!

StarlightAngeldust: I explained it earlier, but I'll explain it again, I suppose. :Shrugs.: I need people to beta my stories because I'm so bad and spell check them… Actually, I haven't the slightest clue what beta means! Eh… :Laughs nervously and gets pelted with tomatoes.: NOT THE HAIR! GET THE GC T-SHIRT AND CARGOS BUT NOT MY PRECIOUS LOCKS!!!!!!

ELE: They love each other! They're just confused right now…

Ss: I am so screwed.

Awwwwwwww: Dude! You gotta help me on your personality cuz you're the 60th reviewer!

A/n: Err… On second thought, I'm doing it on the next chapter. O___o;; I so screwed up!

Disclaimer: I scowled at Hermione. "That was supposed to get everyone to review!"

She just scowled right back. "You wouldn't let me defend you before…"

Draco arched his eyebrows at us and sighed. "We're here to do the disclaimer, right?"

"You'll never get me to say that I don't own anything of this story but the plot! Doh…"