CHAPTER 4: MARRIAGE WITH A MALFOY
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and stared at her surroundings, seeing she was on a king sized bed in a large, green colored room.
"Oh, you're awake, miss," said a voice beside her.
She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy looking intently at her. What the hell! she thought and then screamed, "Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!!"
Draco rested his arm on his shoulder, his eyes full of concern. When he came down from the stairs, he was totally awed and swept away by his fiancee's elegance. She was nothing but an angel to him. Yes, perhaps his true love had been found. He liked every part of her, her lovely face, wavy brown hair and rosy lips. And when he watched her sleeping, he felt so different, like a part of his cold heart had been filled with warmth. He had never seen such beauty before, it was driving him crazy. "Miss, are you ok?" he asked.
Hermione's eyes bulged and without second thought, hit his arm and moved to the other side of the bed, away from him. "Don't you 'Miss, are you ok' me!" she yelled. "Get away from me!"
Draco frowned. "Miss, is something wrong? What's the matter?" he said worriedly. "Your parents..."
Suddenly, Hermione stopped her wailing and felt as though a bucket of cold water was poured on her head. Then, she remembered. Her parents, her fiancé and his family..."Oh, my parents! Where-where are they? And where am I? How did I end up here? My fiancé..."
Draco sat beside Hermione. "It's ok, everything's fine. Your parents and my parents are downstairs, talking. Did you know you fainted?" he said gently.
"I-I...I did?" Hermione asked, totally forgetting who she is talking to.
"Yes. When we had just descended down the stairs, you just...fainted. We didn't even get introduced. The house elves brought you here and Father and Mother told me to look after you. Are you ok now? Why did you faint?"
Then, Hermione remembered it was Malfoy, as in, Draco Malfoy, sitting beside her. "You DON'T know?" she said in disbelief. "Who wouldn't faint to see YOU?!"
Draco grinned slyly. "Ahh...you're another fan, then. Well, you're the luckiest girl in the world because I was chosen as you're fiancé. Only few people are only given the opportunity to meet the one-and-only," he said proudly, grinning cheekily and trying to impress his fiancée.
Hermione gaped. The nerve! she thought angrily. Then, she realized he probably didn't know who she is, assuming he was flirting with Hogwarts' bookworm. "I am one unlucky gal to be paired with a monster such as yourself, Ferret boy!" she spat, giving him the hint and saying the last two words louder than usual.
A sudden hit of realization dawned over Draco's face as his mouth hung open like a fish. All thoughts of his dream girl vanished and were replaced by horrible thoughts. "YOU?!" he roared.
"Yes, me," Hermione said, glaring at him.
"Well, get OUT of MY room!" Draco ordered.
"What?! This is your...this..." Hermione glanced at the bed sheets, the pillows... "Aaaahhhhh!!! I slept in Malfoy's bed!!!!" she leaped out of the bed as though she was electrified.
"Oh, no, Mudblood germs!!!!!!" Draco exclaimed. "TIPPY!!!!!"
Instantly, a house elf came. "Master Draco, sir?"
"Throw this bed sheets and pillows and give me new ones!" Draco commanded. The house elf did as told and soon disappeared.
Hermione's eyes reduced into slits. "We will see about this, Malfoy, we will see. I will not let my parents force me to marry you, of all people. They cannot make me!" she said as she went out of the room, Draco following her.
"You're right, mudblood. My father cannot do this to me! Why did they choose a mudblood like you? I don't understand! And to think that they said my fiancée is beautiful?!" Draco said angrily.
"You don't understand, Malfoy? Of course your parents cannot make you marry a Muggle born, which means that I, Francesca Razelle Finlay a.k.a. Hermione Granger, is nothing but a rich pureblood. Get it now? Or do I need to repeat it for your tiny brain to understand?" Hermione said.
Draco stopped in his tracks. "Oh, god! I don't believe it?! I mean, YOU'RE the missing heir of the Finlays?! I totally forgot!" he exclaimed, shocked.
Hermione smirked. "Meaning, you cannot call me a mudblood anymore or else I'll hire an assassin to kill you. Plus, are you forgetting our family's richer than yours?" she said.
Draco glared icily at Hermione. "I don't care. I will call you whatever I want to call. And no way will you be my bride!" he said. They reached the living room on the east wing of the manor with constant arguments and shouting that echoed through the corridors. They found their parents laughing and talking animatedly. Yes, even Lucius. And we're talking about the bastard, cold hearted Slytherin that always torture mudbloods and other enemies.
"Honey, you're awake! Oh, we've been so worried about you!" Mrs. Finlay said, hugging her daughter. She didn't notice her flushed face and the steam coming out of her ears.
"Yes. You scared us so much. Are you ok now?" Mrs. Malfoy said, looking worriedly at Hermione. Hermione had never imagined the day that the Malfoys would treat her just like any normal being.
"N-yes," Hermione answered politely. Then she turned to her parents. "There's something I really have to tell you. It's very important."
"Ok. What is it, dear?" Mrs. Finlay asked.
"Mom, dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I am sorry to disappoint you but I am never going to marry that-that pathetic excuse for a human!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Draco.
"Hermione, your language!" Mr. Finlay said, taken aback.
"And do you think I want to marry you, huh, mudblood? Don't flatter yourself! I swear to the gods that I will never let you be my bride, you-you filthy little mudblood!!!" Draco screeched, his face red.
"Draco!" Lucius said, a hint of anger in his voice. He gave his son "the look", hoping to silence him the way he always told him. But now, his son wasn't even listening.
"Shut up, you ferret! I deserve someone better to marry than you! You are such an insufferable, arrogant, self centered git!" Hermione exclaimed, standing up.
Draco stood up too. "And you, you are nothing but a piece of scum! You don't even look like a pureblood! You, Miss I-know-all-the- answers!" Draco shouted back.
"Bastard!"
"Know-it-all!"
"Prick!"
"Asshole!"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Lucius roared. The two went back to their seats and cowered under the look he was giving them.
"Hermione, dear, we have expected more from you. That behavior is simply unlady-like," Mrs. Finlay said sternly.
Hermione blushed, feeling very ashamed of herself.
"And you, Draco, have you forgotten your manners? Did your Father and I not taught you enough? You disgraced us!" Mrs. Malfoy said.
Both teens bent down their heads.
"What can you say for yourselves?" Mr. Finlay said.
"I'm sorry," Draco muttered.
"Me too," Hermione said.
"Alright, as long as you promise to behave from now on," Mrs. Malfoy said.
"We promise," both said in unison.
"Good. So now we can go," Mrs. Finlay said happily.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. "And where would that be?" he asked.
"Our business," Lucius told his son. "You two will be left here for a while. Don't worry, Hermione dear, your parents will fetch you later. For the meantime, you go hang out. And Draco, no going out of this manor."
"Yes, Father," Draco replied dully.
"Mom, Dad, you can't let me stay with *him*!" Hermione cried but bit her lip and silenced herself at the look the grown ups were giving her and Draco.
"Goodbye, dear! See you later!" Mrs. Finlay said before they apparated. Then, Draco and Hermione were the only ones left.
Hermione sat on the couch, her face on her hands. "I can't believe this! I can't!" she said.
"Well, believe it, mudblood, because it's gonna happen," Draco said.
Hermione stood up. "No it cannot!" she said. "And don't call me mudblood!"
Draco smirked. How could he do that at a time like this? Hermione thought. Then his expression changed and he looked like he was about to murder someone. "You, my fiancée?! Ughh!!!" he said in disgust and started to head upstairs.
"Wait!" Hermione called. "Where's your library?"
"Who bloody cares? Go find it yourself!" Draco snapped and stomped up the stairs.
Hermione decided not to follow him as it would irritate him more. That prick, she thought. Curiously, she went to the left corridor and admired the sculptures and paintings. On her way, she stumbled on a house elf.
"Um, I was wondering, can you tell me where the library is?" she asked.
"Lopsy will show Miss the library," the elf said as he led Hermione into another flight of stairs and paused at a massive room with heavy mahogany doors.
"Whoa!" Hermione said in awe as she stared at the many books. It looked like a bigger version of her already big library in her room.
"Does Miss want anything else?" the elf asked.
"No, thank you. You can leave me now," Hermione replied.
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BANG!
Hermione sighed and turned the page of the book she was reading. "Victoria pleaded with her stepmother but-"
CRASH!
She calmed herself. Nothing's wrong, she told herself. "-she ignored her. The sweet innocent girl-"
THUD!
Annoyed, Hermione instantly shut the book close. "Aargh!!! What the hell is making that racket?!" she exclaimed. "How am I supposed to concentrate on this novel?" She put the book back on the shelf and left the library, searching for somebody. Then, she spotted Tippy the house elf.
"Miss wants Tippy?" the elf asked.
"Yes. I would like to ask who is making that horrible sound upstairs," Hermione said.
"Ah, that is Master Draco sir," the elf explained, "Master Draco sir is having another tantrum on the drawing room. "
Hermione frowned. "That Malfoy! How dare he!" she said. "Can you lead me to the drawing room? I want to speak with him."
Tippy's eyes widened and he looked at Hermione pleadingly. "Miss must not enter the room while Master Draco is angry. Miss will get hurt," the elf said.
Hermione shook her head. "Will you please guide me there?" she said.
Tippy nodded and reluctantly led her upstairs to the Malfoy's drawing room. "No wonder I could very well hear the sounds, it's just above the library," she thought as she heard another shatter of broken glass.
"Malfoy! Open the door! Malfoy!!!" Hermione shouted as she knocked on the door. More crashing were heard but the knob remained locked. Having no choice, Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered, "Alohamora" and the lock clicked.
She gently pushed the door open and found herself face to face with a very pissed off and raging Draco, a vase on his hand, ready to be crushed.
"What the hell Granger!" he exclaimed.
"What do you mean, me? Look at this place!" Hermione said as she stared at the many broken pieces of glass and vases lying on the carpet. Some of the chairs were missing legs and the curtains were torn. All in all, it looked like a tornado had gone through here.
"Go away Granger!" Draco shouted as he broke another piece of expensive figurine. And then another. And another.
"MALFOY!" Hermione yelled. Draco stopped for a while.
"Look, I don't know why on earth you are destroying this room-"
"You have no right to know why!" Draco interrupted and grabbed another of his mother's favorite tea cup and smashed it into pieces.
Hermione glared at him before continuing. "-but you have to stop because-"
"You cannot make me stop!" Draco interrupted yet again. He kicked an old jar lying centimeters away from his feet.
"Wait! Will you just-"
Another crash. Hermione got herself wounded this time as one piece of broken glass made contact to her white skin. Getting fed up with Draco's "Malfoy behavior", she hit Draco with a spell and he stood there, stiff as a board.
"Now that you're settled, you have to listen to me," Hermione started. She saw anger in Draco's moving steel eyes. "You have to stop this nonsense so I can continue with my reading. That is all. If you do not stop, I am not going to hesitate to hex you. I am serious." With that she released Draco from the spell.
"You actually barged in the room, interrupting what I'm doing and setting a spell on me just to tell me to stop so you could continue reading?!" Draco asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Hermione replied. She had that glint in her eyes that Draco couldn't interpret.
"Fine! Now go away!" Draco said
"But-"
Draco slammed the door on her face. He heard an exasperated sigh and the sound of fading footsteps. Good, he thought. Then, he continued his work of breaking furnitures. Moments later, he heard Hermione's loud voice.
"MAAAALFOOOOOYYY!!!!!"
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Hermione was more than glad to get out of Malfoy Manor. On the way home, her parents lectured her about proper behavior and stressed the importance of being courteous and polite to well known families like the Malfoys. Of course, she was only half-listening. She was busy thinking about her future with Malfoy. She shuddered at the thought. Nobody at Hogwarts would believe that, she thought bitterly. When she arrived home, she quickly rushed to her room and lied down on her bed. "Wonder what's on the news?" she muttered. "Accio Daily Prophet!" She let out a gasp as she caught sight of it. There enough, is a picture of her, almost unrecognizable, on the front page.
HEIRESS AND LONG LOST DAUGHTER OF THE FINLAYS, FOUND!
Francesca Razelle Finlay, the long lost daughter and heiress to the Finlay fortunes, had been found by parents Margaret Florence and Audrey Vinch Finlay. The name Finlay was known to be the richest pureblooded family in the wizarding world and the closest friends of the Malfoys.
At a recent held welcome party for the heiress, we found Razelle chatting with teen couple Penelope Foxburn and Jared Dugsmith. The stunning Razelle is a sight to behold and according to Mr. and Mrs. Finlay, aside from looks, she also has brains. According to the young Finlay she has no lover, although there is a rumour about a secret relationship going on between the latter and campus cutie and heartthrob Draco Malfoy, son of highly respected Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
Hermione crumpled the newspaper and threw it on her waste bin. "Me and Malfoy? Secret relationship? I'm surprised the author's not Rita Skeeter!" she said to no one in particular. "Oh, well, at least they don't know we're engaged. Because I'm not gonna let that happen..."
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Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews! As usual, I updated late! LOL! Hope you like this although as usual, it's a little boring. Hey, do you think Draco's behaving a little wild or something? And Hermione? Is she acting normal? Come on, you guys, review and tell me what you can say. Plus, I need recommended HermDraco fics to read!
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and stared at her surroundings, seeing she was on a king sized bed in a large, green colored room.
"Oh, you're awake, miss," said a voice beside her.
She turned around and saw Draco Malfoy looking intently at her. What the hell! she thought and then screamed, "Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!!"
Draco rested his arm on his shoulder, his eyes full of concern. When he came down from the stairs, he was totally awed and swept away by his fiancee's elegance. She was nothing but an angel to him. Yes, perhaps his true love had been found. He liked every part of her, her lovely face, wavy brown hair and rosy lips. And when he watched her sleeping, he felt so different, like a part of his cold heart had been filled with warmth. He had never seen such beauty before, it was driving him crazy. "Miss, are you ok?" he asked.
Hermione's eyes bulged and without second thought, hit his arm and moved to the other side of the bed, away from him. "Don't you 'Miss, are you ok' me!" she yelled. "Get away from me!"
Draco frowned. "Miss, is something wrong? What's the matter?" he said worriedly. "Your parents..."
Suddenly, Hermione stopped her wailing and felt as though a bucket of cold water was poured on her head. Then, she remembered. Her parents, her fiancé and his family..."Oh, my parents! Where-where are they? And where am I? How did I end up here? My fiancé..."
Draco sat beside Hermione. "It's ok, everything's fine. Your parents and my parents are downstairs, talking. Did you know you fainted?" he said gently.
"I-I...I did?" Hermione asked, totally forgetting who she is talking to.
"Yes. When we had just descended down the stairs, you just...fainted. We didn't even get introduced. The house elves brought you here and Father and Mother told me to look after you. Are you ok now? Why did you faint?"
Then, Hermione remembered it was Malfoy, as in, Draco Malfoy, sitting beside her. "You DON'T know?" she said in disbelief. "Who wouldn't faint to see YOU?!"
Draco grinned slyly. "Ahh...you're another fan, then. Well, you're the luckiest girl in the world because I was chosen as you're fiancé. Only few people are only given the opportunity to meet the one-and-only," he said proudly, grinning cheekily and trying to impress his fiancée.
Hermione gaped. The nerve! she thought angrily. Then, she realized he probably didn't know who she is, assuming he was flirting with Hogwarts' bookworm. "I am one unlucky gal to be paired with a monster such as yourself, Ferret boy!" she spat, giving him the hint and saying the last two words louder than usual.
A sudden hit of realization dawned over Draco's face as his mouth hung open like a fish. All thoughts of his dream girl vanished and were replaced by horrible thoughts. "YOU?!" he roared.
"Yes, me," Hermione said, glaring at him.
"Well, get OUT of MY room!" Draco ordered.
"What?! This is your...this..." Hermione glanced at the bed sheets, the pillows... "Aaaahhhhh!!! I slept in Malfoy's bed!!!!" she leaped out of the bed as though she was electrified.
"Oh, no, Mudblood germs!!!!!!" Draco exclaimed. "TIPPY!!!!!"
Instantly, a house elf came. "Master Draco, sir?"
"Throw this bed sheets and pillows and give me new ones!" Draco commanded. The house elf did as told and soon disappeared.
Hermione's eyes reduced into slits. "We will see about this, Malfoy, we will see. I will not let my parents force me to marry you, of all people. They cannot make me!" she said as she went out of the room, Draco following her.
"You're right, mudblood. My father cannot do this to me! Why did they choose a mudblood like you? I don't understand! And to think that they said my fiancée is beautiful?!" Draco said angrily.
"You don't understand, Malfoy? Of course your parents cannot make you marry a Muggle born, which means that I, Francesca Razelle Finlay a.k.a. Hermione Granger, is nothing but a rich pureblood. Get it now? Or do I need to repeat it for your tiny brain to understand?" Hermione said.
Draco stopped in his tracks. "Oh, god! I don't believe it?! I mean, YOU'RE the missing heir of the Finlays?! I totally forgot!" he exclaimed, shocked.
Hermione smirked. "Meaning, you cannot call me a mudblood anymore or else I'll hire an assassin to kill you. Plus, are you forgetting our family's richer than yours?" she said.
Draco glared icily at Hermione. "I don't care. I will call you whatever I want to call. And no way will you be my bride!" he said. They reached the living room on the east wing of the manor with constant arguments and shouting that echoed through the corridors. They found their parents laughing and talking animatedly. Yes, even Lucius. And we're talking about the bastard, cold hearted Slytherin that always torture mudbloods and other enemies.
"Honey, you're awake! Oh, we've been so worried about you!" Mrs. Finlay said, hugging her daughter. She didn't notice her flushed face and the steam coming out of her ears.
"Yes. You scared us so much. Are you ok now?" Mrs. Malfoy said, looking worriedly at Hermione. Hermione had never imagined the day that the Malfoys would treat her just like any normal being.
"N-yes," Hermione answered politely. Then she turned to her parents. "There's something I really have to tell you. It's very important."
"Ok. What is it, dear?" Mrs. Finlay asked.
"Mom, dad, and Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I am sorry to disappoint you but I am never going to marry that-that pathetic excuse for a human!" Hermione exclaimed, pointing at Draco.
"Hermione, your language!" Mr. Finlay said, taken aback.
"And do you think I want to marry you, huh, mudblood? Don't flatter yourself! I swear to the gods that I will never let you be my bride, you-you filthy little mudblood!!!" Draco screeched, his face red.
"Draco!" Lucius said, a hint of anger in his voice. He gave his son "the look", hoping to silence him the way he always told him. But now, his son wasn't even listening.
"Shut up, you ferret! I deserve someone better to marry than you! You are such an insufferable, arrogant, self centered git!" Hermione exclaimed, standing up.
Draco stood up too. "And you, you are nothing but a piece of scum! You don't even look like a pureblood! You, Miss I-know-all-the- answers!" Draco shouted back.
"Bastard!"
"Know-it-all!"
"Prick!"
"Asshole!"
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Lucius roared. The two went back to their seats and cowered under the look he was giving them.
"Hermione, dear, we have expected more from you. That behavior is simply unlady-like," Mrs. Finlay said sternly.
Hermione blushed, feeling very ashamed of herself.
"And you, Draco, have you forgotten your manners? Did your Father and I not taught you enough? You disgraced us!" Mrs. Malfoy said.
Both teens bent down their heads.
"What can you say for yourselves?" Mr. Finlay said.
"I'm sorry," Draco muttered.
"Me too," Hermione said.
"Alright, as long as you promise to behave from now on," Mrs. Malfoy said.
"We promise," both said in unison.
"Good. So now we can go," Mrs. Finlay said happily.
Draco quirked an eyebrow. "And where would that be?" he asked.
"Our business," Lucius told his son. "You two will be left here for a while. Don't worry, Hermione dear, your parents will fetch you later. For the meantime, you go hang out. And Draco, no going out of this manor."
"Yes, Father," Draco replied dully.
"Mom, Dad, you can't let me stay with *him*!" Hermione cried but bit her lip and silenced herself at the look the grown ups were giving her and Draco.
"Goodbye, dear! See you later!" Mrs. Finlay said before they apparated. Then, Draco and Hermione were the only ones left.
Hermione sat on the couch, her face on her hands. "I can't believe this! I can't!" she said.
"Well, believe it, mudblood, because it's gonna happen," Draco said.
Hermione stood up. "No it cannot!" she said. "And don't call me mudblood!"
Draco smirked. How could he do that at a time like this? Hermione thought. Then his expression changed and he looked like he was about to murder someone. "You, my fiancée?! Ughh!!!" he said in disgust and started to head upstairs.
"Wait!" Hermione called. "Where's your library?"
"Who bloody cares? Go find it yourself!" Draco snapped and stomped up the stairs.
Hermione decided not to follow him as it would irritate him more. That prick, she thought. Curiously, she went to the left corridor and admired the sculptures and paintings. On her way, she stumbled on a house elf.
"Um, I was wondering, can you tell me where the library is?" she asked.
"Lopsy will show Miss the library," the elf said as he led Hermione into another flight of stairs and paused at a massive room with heavy mahogany doors.
"Whoa!" Hermione said in awe as she stared at the many books. It looked like a bigger version of her already big library in her room.
"Does Miss want anything else?" the elf asked.
"No, thank you. You can leave me now," Hermione replied.
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BANG!
Hermione sighed and turned the page of the book she was reading. "Victoria pleaded with her stepmother but-"
CRASH!
She calmed herself. Nothing's wrong, she told herself. "-she ignored her. The sweet innocent girl-"
THUD!
Annoyed, Hermione instantly shut the book close. "Aargh!!! What the hell is making that racket?!" she exclaimed. "How am I supposed to concentrate on this novel?" She put the book back on the shelf and left the library, searching for somebody. Then, she spotted Tippy the house elf.
"Miss wants Tippy?" the elf asked.
"Yes. I would like to ask who is making that horrible sound upstairs," Hermione said.
"Ah, that is Master Draco sir," the elf explained, "Master Draco sir is having another tantrum on the drawing room. "
Hermione frowned. "That Malfoy! How dare he!" she said. "Can you lead me to the drawing room? I want to speak with him."
Tippy's eyes widened and he looked at Hermione pleadingly. "Miss must not enter the room while Master Draco is angry. Miss will get hurt," the elf said.
Hermione shook her head. "Will you please guide me there?" she said.
Tippy nodded and reluctantly led her upstairs to the Malfoy's drawing room. "No wonder I could very well hear the sounds, it's just above the library," she thought as she heard another shatter of broken glass.
"Malfoy! Open the door! Malfoy!!!" Hermione shouted as she knocked on the door. More crashing were heard but the knob remained locked. Having no choice, Hermione pulled out her wand and whispered, "Alohamora" and the lock clicked.
She gently pushed the door open and found herself face to face with a very pissed off and raging Draco, a vase on his hand, ready to be crushed.
"What the hell Granger!" he exclaimed.
"What do you mean, me? Look at this place!" Hermione said as she stared at the many broken pieces of glass and vases lying on the carpet. Some of the chairs were missing legs and the curtains were torn. All in all, it looked like a tornado had gone through here.
"Go away Granger!" Draco shouted as he broke another piece of expensive figurine. And then another. And another.
"MALFOY!" Hermione yelled. Draco stopped for a while.
"Look, I don't know why on earth you are destroying this room-"
"You have no right to know why!" Draco interrupted and grabbed another of his mother's favorite tea cup and smashed it into pieces.
Hermione glared at him before continuing. "-but you have to stop because-"
"You cannot make me stop!" Draco interrupted yet again. He kicked an old jar lying centimeters away from his feet.
"Wait! Will you just-"
Another crash. Hermione got herself wounded this time as one piece of broken glass made contact to her white skin. Getting fed up with Draco's "Malfoy behavior", she hit Draco with a spell and he stood there, stiff as a board.
"Now that you're settled, you have to listen to me," Hermione started. She saw anger in Draco's moving steel eyes. "You have to stop this nonsense so I can continue with my reading. That is all. If you do not stop, I am not going to hesitate to hex you. I am serious." With that she released Draco from the spell.
"You actually barged in the room, interrupting what I'm doing and setting a spell on me just to tell me to stop so you could continue reading?!" Draco asked in disbelief.
"Yes," Hermione replied. She had that glint in her eyes that Draco couldn't interpret.
"Fine! Now go away!" Draco said
"But-"
Draco slammed the door on her face. He heard an exasperated sigh and the sound of fading footsteps. Good, he thought. Then, he continued his work of breaking furnitures. Moments later, he heard Hermione's loud voice.
"MAAAALFOOOOOYYY!!!!!"
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Hermione was more than glad to get out of Malfoy Manor. On the way home, her parents lectured her about proper behavior and stressed the importance of being courteous and polite to well known families like the Malfoys. Of course, she was only half-listening. She was busy thinking about her future with Malfoy. She shuddered at the thought. Nobody at Hogwarts would believe that, she thought bitterly. When she arrived home, she quickly rushed to her room and lied down on her bed. "Wonder what's on the news?" she muttered. "Accio Daily Prophet!" She let out a gasp as she caught sight of it. There enough, is a picture of her, almost unrecognizable, on the front page.
HEIRESS AND LONG LOST DAUGHTER OF THE FINLAYS, FOUND!
Francesca Razelle Finlay, the long lost daughter and heiress to the Finlay fortunes, had been found by parents Margaret Florence and Audrey Vinch Finlay. The name Finlay was known to be the richest pureblooded family in the wizarding world and the closest friends of the Malfoys.
At a recent held welcome party for the heiress, we found Razelle chatting with teen couple Penelope Foxburn and Jared Dugsmith. The stunning Razelle is a sight to behold and according to Mr. and Mrs. Finlay, aside from looks, she also has brains. According to the young Finlay she has no lover, although there is a rumour about a secret relationship going on between the latter and campus cutie and heartthrob Draco Malfoy, son of highly respected Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
Hermione crumpled the newspaper and threw it on her waste bin. "Me and Malfoy? Secret relationship? I'm surprised the author's not Rita Skeeter!" she said to no one in particular. "Oh, well, at least they don't know we're engaged. Because I'm not gonna let that happen..."
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Hey everyone! Thanks for the reviews! As usual, I updated late! LOL! Hope you like this although as usual, it's a little boring. Hey, do you think Draco's behaving a little wild or something? And Hermione? Is she acting normal? Come on, you guys, review and tell me what you can say. Plus, I need recommended HermDraco fics to read!