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!

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Before on Chapter 3-

There weren't that many people in the wedding. Only the Hogwarts staff and their parents knew about the marriage. As for their friends, they'd have to wait later.

Just then, Mr. Granger entered the room in a black tuxedo. He smiled as he saw his beautiful daughter staring at her reflection from the mirror. "Hermione, you look lovely."'

"Save it, Father!" she spat at him, before dragging him out of the room. "Let's just get this over with."

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

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+++ Chapter 3- Night+++

Hermione linked her arm with her father's as they started walking down the aisle in the church. The wedding was to be taken right here, and then every recipient of the party was to floo to the Malfoy garden, where the reception was to be taken place. She glanced around at her family, who were all smiling happily. On the other side of the pew stood all of the Malfoy family. They all resembled one another, with either blue or silver eyes. Not to mention all of them had platinum blonde hair, and Hermione's family were the only brunettes that stood out.

Hermione drew back her tears as she heard the wedding march play over the entire church. Her wedding was one where she imagined and had fantasies about ever since childhood. The scene was definitely part of her imagination, but the man she was going to marry was definitely not one of them. She'd be wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, with pearls all over her neck. Her new husband would be someone who made her so happy that she'd die without him. Unfortunately, this was not her fairytale. For her, it was a nightmare. Another thing Hermione couldn't believe was that the man she was holding on to was her father, a heartless father who only cared about him and his wife.

'If they couldn't afford me, why'd they conceive me in the first place?' she wondered to herself. However, when she looked back at her father, she saw him grinning sheepishly. Deep down, Mr. Granger was thinking of all the jewels and houses he'd buy with the money the Malfoys would put in his new wizarding bank. However, out of all the people here, what Hermione couldn't understand was why Draco and his mother would pike her; a Muggleborn, AKA Mudblood.

Mrs. Granger was dabbing a handkerchief near her eye, and she sniffed softly. Her grandparents smiled and cried tears as they watched their only granddaughter make her way down the aisle. They too dreamt of this day as well. What they didn't know was that this was planned. The two young ones were not marrying each other out of love, only for a grand amount of money.

Once they reached the altar, she saw Draco smirking back at her through her veil. Mr. Granger lifted it and pecked her softly on the cheek, before Draco took Hermione's hand and held it tightly. She seemed aghast at the thought of her holding Malfoy's hand. The priest let them exchange vows, and before you knew it, he leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, but then someone from the audience shouted out, 'Give her a French!' Draco was now smirking devilishly looked at Hermione, the newest Mrs. Malfoy. She was staring back at him with misery, and although he wanted to humiliate her in front of all these people, he decided to let her have a break. So before leaving off with her, he took her hand and kissed it.

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Later, at the reception Hermione looked around the people on the dance floor. Other couples were smiling at each other lovingly, but some of the Malfoys were just standing off to the side, congratulating the two. She was sitting on the Bride's chair, and Draco had his hand placed on her knee, squeezing it.

"Stop it!" she hissed at him. He smirked.

"Stop what?" he replied back nonchalantly.

"I don't love you," she told him.

"Too bad."

The conversation ended right then and there, before a photographer came up and snapped a photo of them. Hermione groaned as she blinked. 'Maybe this isn't real,' she told herself. 'I'm only in a nightmare.'

But it was real. Draco smirked as he watched her reaction.

"I'm tired," she told him. "I'm going to bed."

"No!" he hissed, snatching her away.

"Don't tell me what I can and cannot do!" she jeered.

"You are going to bed with me at the same time. We'll be departing this lovely garden at the same time. You're not leaving without me." Draco answered, choosing to ignore her previous statement.

"Why? What's the use, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

Draco lowered his voice. "Because it will look better that way."

"Okay, fine. But here are the rules." She said, snatching her arm away from him. "We can only kiss in public, we are only going to make love, no. Scratch that. We're only going to have sex whenever I want to because I know when I'm going to get pregnant."

"Alright. But here are my rules!" he snapped. "I can hold you, caress you, touch you in any way I want and then we'll have a deal. Oh and stop hyperventilating whenever I touch you. I won't rape you or anything."

"You better not," she hissed. He took hold of her arm again. "Let go of me!"

"Why? You're my wife…" he drawled. "Come on. Let's have some cake."

Hermione groaned, but then her parents took her hands and placed it on top of the cake. The wedding singer smiled with merriment.

"Will the bride and groom now cut the cake?" she asked. Hermione stared at her in disbelief.

"You thought that we weren't going to have a proper wedding? You thought wrong," Draco whispered to her. Then he took her hand and the knife, before slicing down the first piece. He took his finger into the cake and brought it up to her lips. She stared at it for a moment, while the other acquaintances in the wedding waited eagerly. He nodded gently and urged her on. Obediently, Hermione opened up her lips and sucked the delicate cake off his long finger. At the end, she bit it gently. Draco gulped as he felt his tights painfully gripping on to him. After a few more seconds, she let go and breathed in for air. The entire room applauded, and Hermione glanced at her parents. Her mother was dabbing away a few of her tears, while her father gently held on to her hand. He too was looking delighted.

'They probably convinced themselves that I love him and that I'm marrying him because I want to. Not because they forced me to,' she thought to herself. Then the wedding song came on and the wedding singer asked them to dance again. Draco smiled at her before he ld her on to the dance floor. He admired Hermione, having seeing her in more unpleasant situations than this.

'She'll be fine,' he told herself. He took her by the waist and pulled her closer to him. Hermione inhaled his expensive cologne and almost fell weak in the knees. But she braced herself and gripped harder onto his shoulder. They glided together, and one by one other people started to dance. At the end of the song, Draco pulled back and stared at his wife. She took off her French twist and now her curls were gently falling down her face. For the first time, she was wearing makeup. Not that much, but enough to make her glamourous. He stared at her sexy, full pink lips and licked his own. She looked at him strangely, trying to find out why beads of sweat were slowly dribbling down his face, or why his breathing started getting shallow.

"Are you okay, Malfoy?" she asked him.

"Don't call me that," he said quietly into her hair. He sniffed it gently and sighed softly.

"Umm… okay."

"Can you do me a favour from now on?"

"Depends…"

"Call me Draco. I am your husband after all."

She sighed, before leaning against his shoulder again. "I guess, Draco."

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At the end of the night, many people started making their way home. They dropped their gifts on a big table next to the fountain and bid their goodbyes. Hermione's parents smiled at her one more time before giving her a small kiss.

"Have a good night, Hermione." Her father said, winking.

Hermione stared at him in disgust. "Just leave, Father, Mother." She told them.

"Mm-hmm…" And with that, they departed the Manor.

Narcissa smiled briefly at the newly wedded couple and blew air kisses to them. "Goodnight. Don't forget to say goodbye to me tomorrow before you leave for your honeymoon!"

And with that, she left the two standing together in the garden. Draco locked his hands with hers and turned slowly to face her.

"Want to go upstairs now?"

Hermione nodded sadly. She knew what was to come. She thought of all the malicious things he'd make her do. Hermione sighed. 'There are no such things as happy endings…' she thought as she fingered her new wedding ring. It was made completely out of gold, and had one big emerald jewel in the middle. Although it was beautiful, not to mention extremely expensive, she couldn't help but think that this was Malfoy's ring, the boy she's hated ever since childhood. 'But look on the bright side. Opposites attract,' she told herself.

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That night, Hermione cried softly to herself in the bathroom while she bathed herself in bath salts. They were homemade in Hawaii from sun evaporated sea salt. 'Why did I agree to do this?' She wiped some tears from her eyes and continued to rub the bubbles all over her skin. She lay her head down at the front of the tub and closed her eyes, trying to act liberal to the fact that she married her enemy.

Outside in the bedroom, now her's and Draco's, Draco sat the end of the bed, thinking to himself as well. He felt a jolt of guilt shoot up his spine, and he saddened. He stared down at his hands and fumbled with it again, something he did whenever he felt nervous. 'Should I be nice to her tonight?' he thought to himself.

Back inside the bathroom, Hermione stepped out of the tub. She toweled herself off, and looked around the room. After opening a few mirrors, she reached for the lotion bottle. Wrapped around her was a large, feathery towel. Sniffing one more time, she then started smearing the white lotion all of her legs. She shook her head and sent droplets of water flying around the room. She had never had such a refreshing bath in her entire life. Still, she felt uneasy. The hairs on the back of her neck straightened once more, tingling her neck. Outside he'd be waiting for her, and then it would get a whole lot worse.

After a few more minutes, she slowly opened the door. She found him sitting down on the bed, fumbling with his hands. Hermione was still wrapped around in her terry cotton robe, and she shyly walked over to the closet. Draco looked up at her and widened his eyes. Why she was still clad in a towel around her small frame, he didn't know. She disappeared inside the walk-in closet and then came out a few minutes later.

This time he sunk all the way down the covers. Panicky, she looked around the room.

"Um… Malf--, I mean… Draco?" she asked him uneasily.

Draco looked up at her. "Yes, Hermione?"

"Where's my bedroom?"

At this he laughed. "Don't be ridiculous!" he said with fake sarcasm. "What do you mean?"

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"Here… with me. In the same bed," he answered bluntly. "Of course you know that, don't you?"

"Well, I uh, thought that um…" she started.

Draco stopped her with his hand.

"You thought wrong. Think about it, how many honeymoon couples sleep in separate rooms? Not very many Mrs. Malfoy. Now that we're stuck together you might as well just get used to the idea. So quit talking and just go to bed," he said hastily. Draco didn't mean to snap at her, but it all just came out. He could feel her starting to tense as Hermione silently made her way over to the bed. Then she sat down at the foot of it. She looked back at her new husband, before turning away from him again. Then Hermione closed her eyes… but then tears started dripping down her cheeks and she sniffed again. Draco looked up at her from his novel at the sudden noise, and he crawled his way over to her.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you," he said. Then he gently rubbed her back in circles and then kissed her cheek. "I won't hurt you, Mrs. Malfoy. I know you don't want this but you don't have a choice." Draco told her softly. Hermione looked back at him in shock. When had he ever acted so nice?

"Quit calling me Mrs. Malfoy. As a husband, you should know your own wife's name. But can I sleep somewhere else tonight?"

He sighed. "Well it'll take you a good ten minutes to down to the living room, if that's where you're referring to… the guest bedrooms aren't welcome enough. And anyways, I won't let you." He said.

Hermione cried harder.

"Oh gods… not this again. Please don't cry," Draco said as he swooped down on her shoulder and kissed it.

Hermione cringed. Her heart started beating rapidly, and her breath started to get ragged.

"I won't hurt you. I promise. You just need some sleep," he told her. "We'll have fun tomorrow instead."

She thought about it. He was not going to go away for some time. He'd be inevitable. Now that her parents didn't seem to want to keep her, she cried harder. And her relatives didn't even know that this wedding was completely planned! Draco gently picked her up from the bed and carried her to the back, where he laid her down on one of the pillows. Hermione didn't utter a single word. She didn't seem to mind that she was wearing nothing underneath her robe, but just turned around and closed her eyes. Draco shut the lights and stared back at her sleeping form.

He stared at her for a long time.

Finally, he himself turned around and drew up the covers. He pressed his chest up against his chest and gently draped his arm over her waist. Before you knew it, she had started to snuggle up against him. 'At least now I can think that we're really a married couple…' he told himself. He breathed in her hair and smiled. Leaning over slightly, Draco kissed her cheek.

"I won't let you get away, I won't let anyone hurt you, or us." He whispered to her, before falling fast asleep next to her.

~End of chapter 4~

Author's Note- I know this chapter was very lame so please excuse me and don't give me any flames. Thanks!