My Bittersweet Life

-Edalene

Summary- Over the summer of 6th year, Dumbledore asks Hermione Granger to marry her arch nemesis: Draco Malfoy. But the biggest problem is that he won't let her get the annulment?

Author's Note- Greetings! You can call me 'E', 'Edalene', or 'Elise'. Please read after you read my story! I know there are many fics like this, but I hope to make it the best 'marriage' one. Please don't accuse me plagiarism, because I'll make it different from the other ones. So please help me improve it by reviewing. This isn't my first fic, I've written tons before but this is a new penname. Anyways.. I hope you enjoy. Should I continue it? If not, then just flame me. I had flames before, although I had more positive reviews than flames. However that isn't important right now. so let's just grab some chips and start reading. I know this is short, but I promise more satisfying chapters later! I characterized and sorted this fic into the humour group. So please tell me how you think of it! Also, I want to thank those ten people for reviewing my story! Reviews just make my day a fine one. Toodles!

By the way, I know this is such a cynicism chapter for you, not to mention it's so damn corny, but please review. I guarantee you it will be a lot better on the way with your reviews!

By the way… to this anonymous reviewer J- I know perfectly well what an annulment is. maybe you don't. but they can get one if one one of the parties are too young to enter into a valid marriage. Thank you very much. Anyways…

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Before on Chapter 1-

"I'm not a Death Eater." He answered. "Fine then. Go run off to Dumbledore, let the old man down."

Hermione thought about it. She had just had a half an hour talk with Draco Malfoy… civilly. Maybe this wasn't so bad… before she had time to finish, he finished for her.

Then he smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist…"

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Rated R for many, juicy reasons. Hehe. ^-^.

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 +++ Chapter 2- Complications+++

"Alright, Professor." Hermione said, approaching the Headmaster's desk. It had been a day after Draco smirked at her. she thought about it and wondered: why not? He seemed to be casual, a lot more mature than the naive Draco she used to know. 'I can always get an annulment,' she thought confidently. 'Just think of this as a temporary marriage…' And she did think of it like that. So Hermione took in a deep breath and let it all come down slowly.

"Have you decided yet, Miss Granger?" asked the old, wise man, looking up from his moon-shaped spectacles.

"Yes, sir. I have, and I've come to a decision. I shall marry him." She said, although her voice was a little shaky.

Dumbledore smiled. "Thank you. That is all I need to hear from you. Now we shall prepare the wedding."

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"You didn't think this wasn't going to be fancy, now did you?" Dumbledore asked, his face filled with amusement.

Hermione stared down at her shoes, apparently embarrassed. "No, sir. I thought it would be a normal one…?"

"It will be normal. We'll just have to notify your parents of course. They get to approve your marriage before anything else. And as you may well know, Draco's mother already agreed to this, now that his father is still in Azkaban."

"Mm-hmm," she nodded understandably.

"Why don't you have a lemon drop?" he asked, pointing to the box of candies on the side of his desk. "Let me get Draco." Hermione leaned forward in her seat and took one of the hard candies into her hand. She unwrapped it slowly before popping it into her mouth.

Dumbledore swiftly scribbled on a peace of parchment before sending it off with an owl. Seconds later, Draco entered the room and smirked as he saw his fiancé already sitting down contentedly. Or so it looked.

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore," Draco addressed. Dumbledore smiled.

"Hello, Draco. Do take a seat," he said, motioning with his hand to the chair next to Hermione. She scowled as he sat next to her, making himself as comfortable as her.

"Greetings, Granger." He said, taking out his hand. Hermione stared at it, but didn't take it. She sunk back lower in her seat.

"Now, now, children. I think it would be best for all of us if we started on a first name basis?" Dumbledore asked, eyeing the both of them. Draco looked at Hermione, whereas she looked at him.

"Hello," he said to the witch sitting next to him. "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." He shook out his hand again.

This time, she sighed, but took it in her small, petite hands.

"I'm Hermione Granger."

"Hermione is a lovely name. Is it Greek?" he asked.

Hermione just stood straight up in her chair. Then she blew a single strand of her curly brown hair over to the side of her face, where it had fallen down near her lips. 

"Why are you acting like this, Malfoy?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Dumbledore watched her amusedly.

"Acting like what?" he asked.

"Urgh! I hate you!" and with that, she stormed out of the room.

As soon as the door shut, Draco looked at Dumbledore.

"Go talk with her, Draco." The headmaster said quietly.

"M-me? Talk with h-h-her? Why?" he asked, dusting some lint off his robes.

"Because you're going to be vowed together in a few days and you have to at least enjoy another civil conversation. Go on." He shooed Draco out of the room, and just like the same place as yesterday, Hermione was sitting down on the small stone bench, pouting. Draco quietly strode over.

"Stop making it so bloody hard for the both of us. And Dumbledore," he added softly.

"What do you know about me? Nothing. So stop acting like you do!" she scoffed.

Draco looked down at her, wondering what to say. What to say… then he sat down.

"I know you don't want to.. you know, do this. But c'mon. Give the old guy a break…"

"May I ask you a question?" she asked, looking deeply into his eyes. Draco stared at the girl, actually a woman sitting next to her. She had her arms crossed around her chest that revealed two big breasts and full rounded hips. He eyed the woman up and down until she snapped her fingers, "Um… Malfoy?"

"Huh?" he asked, coming out of his trance. "Oh yes…about that, thing… what was it again?"

Hermione sighed and reiterated her question.    

"I'm bored."

She looked at him in disbelief.

"You're doing this because you're bored… right. What's the real reason?"

"I-I don't h-have one…" he stuttered.

"You're stuttering. Why?" she whispered.

Draco shut his mouth, incapable of converse. Then he pressed his lips together tightly before running a long hand over his smooth, velvety hair. "Because…"

"Because what, Draco?" she asked.

"Because… I fancy you."

~~End of chapter 2~~