How To Kill a Dragon

Summary- Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Well not in Draco Malfoy's case. Hermione Malfoy certainly won't miss him. Because, she's the one who killed him. (A morbid Draco and Hermione romance)

Dedicated to Anime-demon1, for her birthday.

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Ashleyanonymous, and Jade Katana. Thank you for the support.

Part One The Chronicles

01

Memoirs of the Slytherin Bride
By Hermione Malfoy

Introduction:

It is true what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, but it doesn't exactly apply in the same context, in my case. I am the bride of the Slytherin Prince, who happens to be one of the richest men alive. And, yes, I did kill him. No one knows how life with the Draco Malfoy was, and no one understood why he had to die. That's why I have written this autobiography of our life together. It is about how life was before he died, and the dramatic events that happened after.

I do not regret killing my husband, but if I knew then, what I do now, I would have let him live. I found out that I needed him, to live, literally. This is why I always hated hindsight.

Most of you see me as a murderer; more of you see me as a hero. But, when you read the last page of my memoirs, you will see me in a light that no one has seen me in before. For the first time, you'll see me as a human.

After reading this book, most of you will see that love is a fickle creature, which only shows itself, when you really don't want it to. But, if there is one thing that I want you to get out of this story is... "Happily Ever After" is only for children. And, that marriage is not love; it's only the first step.

~Hermione Malfoy~

~*~ Chapter One: Marrying a Malfoy~*~

The last man that I expected to propose to me was Draco Malfoy, yet he did. Much to popular disbelief, it was not because Dumbledore wanted us to be models for the Post-Voldemort wizarding world (Sadly, many people actually believe that ridiculous tale). Draco actually wanted me to be his wife, for his own personal gain, because it would save him from Azkaban.

The dark ages of Voldemort's regime were coming to a close, because Aurors, and the Light side were rapidly weakening the Dark Lord's reign over the wizarding world. And, the Ministry of Magic was already making plans for the Post-Voldemort world. Right after the end of Voldemort's regime, anyone who could (in anyway) be related to the Dark Lord would be hunted down. Depending on their affiliation with the Dark Lord, they would either be thrown into Azkaban, or given the Dementor's kiss.

Some how, the Ministry's plans leaked, and Draco found out. My husband, being a man who loved his freedom, did not want to be in jail and he certainly did not want to have the life sucked out of him, so he devised a plan. Before, the Light side won the war with Voldemort (which was inevitable); he would take a bride from the Light side, to prove his allegiance to them. Draco was smart enough to know that if he did this, before everyone knew of the Ministries plan, he would not be targeted as a follower of Voldemort.

Naturally, he had many women to choose from, but Draco knew that he couldn't pick just anyone. He would have to marry someone that was so unexpected, that the whole world would be gossiping for week's...months even about the nuptials. The more controversy there was about the marriage, the less people would think of Draco's close ties to the Dark Lord. So, when the time came for the followers of Voldemort to be round up and sent to their doom, Draco would not be among them. With that in mind, it narrowed his search down, quite a bit. To only one person...me.

Knowing whom he was going to marry was the simple part, but getting me to agree...well that was even simpler.

The day that Draco came into my life, is forever branded in my memory, and I could tell you just how the flowers in my home smelled, I could tell you what color his robes were, and I could tell you the number of times I tried to escape...but none of that really matters. What matters is, I made the best mistake of my life.

~*~ Draco's Debut into My Life~*~

When Draco came to offer me his proposition, I was in combat with one of our old school mates, Blaise Zabini. The former Slytherin intended to capture me, then offer me to the Dark Lord, as a gift. Blaise had found me in my living room, alone, without any of my friends to defend me. I am ashamed to admit that I had no wand to defend myself with, making Zabini's job even easier.

Blaise had already beaten me, and was currently on top of me, trying to pull of my jumper. Apparently, he wanted to have some fun, before shipping me off to Voldemort. But, Draco stepped right into the situation with great ease. "Get off of her, Zabini." He said in an irritated voice. Blaise focused his attention on Draco, long enough for me to get away.

"Sod of Malfoy. She's my present to the Dark Lord. Get your own." He spat out. His eyes were glowing angrily. I thanked heaven that the two were enemies, because hopefully they would have a row, and I could steal away.

"I doubt Voldemort would be happy to learn that you were trying to have your way with his 'present'." Draco pointed out with a smirk. Blaise had the decency to blush, at being caught trying to rape me. If I weren't trying to escape, I would have knocked the red right of his cheeks.

But, Blaise's eyes started to burn, with remembrance, and with renewed anger he said," Like he would believe you anyway, Malfoy. We all know that you are not loyal." While, Blaise was accusing Draco, I was steadily creeping out of the room.

Malfoy only offered his trademark smirk. I was foolish to think that he was too involved in his confrontation with the other man, to know that I was escaping. "Stop Granger." He said calmly, just as my hand touched the doorknob. I immediately stopped all of my movements, and stood stock-still.

"How did he know that I was leaving? He isn't even looking in my direction." I whined internally.

"Zabini, I am loyal to no one, except myself. All of my interests lie, in making myself comfortable. And, as you are aware, Voldemort is losing, badly. I am not one to stay on a sinking ship."

"Traitor!" Blaise screamed, as he charged at Draco.

The Malfoy rolled his gray eyes, and pointed his wand at the rapidly approaching Death Eater. He softly said a curse that I had never heard of before, and instantly, Blaise turned to ash. So amazed, was I that I moved not an inch. I had never seen a man of flesh and blood reduced to dirt. I was grossly fascinated.

Draco turned to me with a nonchalant expression gracing his features, although moments before, he had killed a man. "You don't appear to be hurt. Perhaps, we should leave this place, it seems rather dismal."

I nodded, mechanically, and watched as he gracefully took my arm. "How did you do that?" I said, after my voice returned to me. I pointed toward the pile of ash that was sitting on my rug.

Draco's casual expression, changed quickly. "Pray that you never know." He answered me, as he led me out of the apartment. It never occurred to me, to tell him to sod off, and leave me alone. I suppose I was too stunned, to object to his advances, which was his plan all along.

~*~

Knowing that it was too risky to travel by the floo network, Draco apparated us to his home, as soon as we were well away from my apartment. We landed in his drawing room, where a fire was already burning. He let go of my arm, and gently pushed me into a chair. By this time, I had regained my senses, and I was thinking clearly. I knew that I had to be careful; I was, after all, in the Malfoy Manor, without any means of defense. I wasn't stupid enough to try to offend Draco, in any way, no matter how much I may have wanted to.

"What do you want with me, Malfoy?" I asked without any malice.

He raised a well-defined eyebrow, "Well I certainly didn't expect you to be so calm, Granger. I had anticipated at least a little hostility from you. Where are the insults, and the vulgar remarks?"

My resolve to keep calm, died at that moment. "Unlike, some of us, I have grown up. I am not the little girl that you terrorized in school, Malfoy. Why don't sod off, and let me go." I bit off.

Instead of losing his composure, Draco only smiled, "There's the firebrand I knew from Hogwarts, really Granger, being submissive just isn't you." I glared angrily at my enemy.

"The reason I brought you to my lovely home, is for a business proposition."

My eyes widened considerably. "Business proposition? What evil scheme of yours, could I possibly help fulfill?"

Draco laughed merrily at my confusion, so much that tears rolled down his face. I really didn't see what was so funny. "Evil scheme? My dear little Mud blood, I assure you...my intentions are anything, but evil."

I narrowed my eyes, warily, "What are your intentions, then?"

"Just to make you my wife." He stated simply. I was truly surprised at how nonchalant he was being about the entire conversation. Draco had just asked me to marry him (in so many words), and acted as if it were no larger deal, than telling me the sky was blue.

"What?" I shrieked, while hopping up from the cozy chair.

"I say, Granger, are you hard of hearing?" He said, with amusement splayed across his handsome features.

"No, I am not! But, you must have lost your bloody mind! I suppose that's from the fumes from all of that hair gel." I yelled, as my blood began to boil.

Clearly enjoying my outrage, he answered, "I assure you, my blushing bride, that I am of complete sanity. You will marry me."

"Or what?" I challenged, while marching up to him.

"Or nothing. It would just be a shame, if you sadly ended up in front of Voldemort's private chambers with only your wits to save you." Draco answered, coolly.

I quickly took several steps backwards, and let my fear show on my face. Draco swiftly walked over to me, and I instantly took more steps backwards, not realizing that I was headed towards a wall. As he neared, I kept backing up, until I was pinned up against the accursed wall. Fear gnawed at me, when he put his hands on either sides of my head, and put his knee between my legs, trapping me completely.

His face displayed a polite indifference, but his gray eyes ground into mine. "We will be married in three months time. Until then, I will slowly let pictures of the two of us together, leak into the local newspapers. The world will believe that you and I have been secret lovers, since before the war began. They will think that I have actually been a spy for the Light side. Understood?" His calm demeanor scared me witless, and all that I could do was shake my head in agreement.

~*~ Wedding a serpent ~*~

I looked in the mirror with complete disdain. I was breath taking (as always). Yes, I had tried my hardest to look completely unappealing for my wedding day, but with all of my family and friends making a fuss over me, it was impossible. It was times like these that made me wish that I hadn't gotten my teeth straightened...

The last three months of my life had been hell. After, my visit to the Malfoy Manor, I was bombarded by the news and media. Everyone was curious about my rumored relationship with Draco Malfoy. But, their questions were answered, when the glare from my humongous engagement ring blinded their eyes. From that moment on, idiotic stories about my torrid love affair with the Slytherin Prince surfaced all over the world. Naturally, Draco started most of these tales, himself.

The world was so interested in our false relationship that a made for TV movie was filmed, named "When Hot and Cold Meet." If that wasn't embarrassing enough, that maniac Rita Skeeter pushed us into a tell all interview, called "Silver and Gold". Through it all, Draco and I acted as lovers should, in public, and no one suspected that the two of us weren't completely enchanted by each other. I, honestly, had no idea that the world was filled with so many dim wits.

"Hermione? It's almost time." My mother called, snapping me out of my reverie. She had been so delighted that her only daughter was getting married at age twenty-one, to eighth richest man in the world (wizarding or muggle).

I breathed in deeply, and followed my mother out of the door. Goodbye Hermione Granger. Hello Hermione Malfoy.

~*~

I sucked in my breath, and let my eyes travel to his face. He looked straight into my eyes, and his expression melted into one of complete adoration. "I love you," he mouthed, making sure that the entire audience saw. Damn, he was good...

"I do." He finally answered, as his eyes traveled the length of my face. To the onlooker, it would appear that Draco Malfoy was completely bedazzled by me, but I knew better.

The Minster turned to me, "And do you, Hermione Anne Granger take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, until death do you part? In sickness...and in..." The minister's words began to fade in my mind, as I stared at my long time enemy. I had never seen a better actor in my life. If had not known the truth, I would believe that he truly did worship the ground I walked on.

He smiled at me with such a sincerity, and I wondered how many nights I would sit up alone, in that cold manor, while he was doing only God knows what. I pondered how many oceans of tears I would cry, as I realized how caged I was. I could hear the door to my cage closing...I was almost captured, with those two words; I would lock my own door.

"Ms. Granger? You must say the words my dear..." The kind old minister said, when I didn't reply.

I broke contact with Draco's gray eyes, and put my focus on the old man in front of us. "Just say it..." I heard Draco's voice tickle my ears, and I did.

"I-I Do." Click My cage was locked.

"I now pronounce you, Man and wife. You may kiss the bride." My head snapped back around, to meet Draco's eyes. Before, I could react; his lips had caught mine, in a passionate (yet appropriate for all audiences) kiss.

"I now present to all in attendance, Mister and Missus Draco Xavier Malfoy."

~*~

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