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!

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Before on Chapter 4-

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.

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Rated R for many, juicy reasons. Hehe. ^-^. By the way I notice that Crescendoed isn't a word. But it can be. I am a musician so I do know musical terms pretty well. Just excuse it and please do not flame me!

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+++ Chapter 5- Our Crescendoed Voices+++

Hermione woke up to the sunlight shining glamourously into her eyes. She blinked a few times and then started to move up, but then she felt somebody's arms wrapped around hers. Turning slightly, she stared at his hands. Draco's hands. And then it all came back to her. She had married Draco Malfoy, her archenemy! She suppressed a groan as she thought about what she'd just done, not to mention the torture she had to go through with last night. Her robes were pretty disheveled as they were wrapped around his arms the entire night. She couldn't actually consider that her husband was holding her, and also that she liked the feeling of it. His arms had a certain warmth to them, like she felt safe and secure in his arms.

Draco frowned to himself as he felt her untangling his arms from her. Although he'd never admit this, he was actually up a long time ago just watching his new wife sleep peacefully. All of her sorrow drained from her face from the previous night, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought that he had taken it away from her. After she left the bed and disappeared inside the closet once more, he gently sat himself up and leaned his head against the bed frame.

Hermione came out and gasped as she saw him awake. His chest was completely bare, and he was wearing nothing except for an engraved pair of boxers. She flushed some shades of pink, before disappearing inside the bathroom.

No words were exchanged for the entire morning.

{After breakfast}

Their parents planned the entire wedding, and also their honeymoon. Narcissa thought it would be nice for them to catch up a bit, so she though of sending them off to somewhere romantic. The Grangers had apparently agreed to this plan, and at the end they arranged for them to apparate to their suite in Martha's Vineyard. Narcissa kissed their cheeks one more time before smiling to herself.

'That girl better give me a grandson or she'll regret it!' she thought evilly to herself. "Bye, dearies. Have a great time. I'll see you in a few weeks!"

And with that, the newly wedded couple turned to one another as Draco reached for her hand. He held a portkey in the other one and before you knew it, they arrived to the hotel.

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Draco and Hermione ate dinner from their outside patio which gave them a grand view of the beach and ocean. It would have been a hundred percent romantic, but since the two still weren't on 'friendly' terms, it wasn't. She came out from the room wearing a summer dress that showed off her legs and curves. Her husband stared at her in awe, before clearing his throat and helping her with the chair.

"What do you think is going to happen back when we get to Hogwarts?" she asked him.

"I dunno. Whatever you want it to happen." he answered back.

"But Mal… Draco. Why did you agree to do this?"

"How many times have I told you?" he asked, now annoyed. "This is going to be great for my reputation. And you're only doing it because you won't let the old man down!"

"Don't call Dumbledore an old man. You hardly know him," she scoffed.

"Oh, and you do?" he asked, watching her closely from the bottom of his plate.

"Yes!" she snapped. "As a matter of fact, I do know him!"

"Whatever, Hermione. Can't you just act the way you did yesterday?"

"What? How did I act?"

"I don't know.. maybe humble?"

"Humble?" she said. "Me, humble?! To you? In your dreams, Malfoy."

"Stop calling me that!"

Their voices became louder and louder.

"Stop being so annoying!"

"Quiet down!"

"I won't quiet down! This is all your bloody fault!"

"What are you talking about?" he hissed, slamming his drink on the table.

"If you weren't so insufferable, I would have probably been glad to marry you!"

"Oh… I see. Nobody can resist my Malfoy charms…" he said deliciously, licking his lips.

"Stop flattering yourself! You seem so gay!"

At that, Draco's lips thinned. Another couple stopped snogging each other and stared at Draco and Hermione. She smiled back sincerely, before watching them make out again.

"I wish I could marry someone I love," she said quietly, dropping her fork.

"I can't agree with you on that one."

"I know."

"By the way, did you realize that we always fought?"

"That also makes people think we're really a couple, doesn't it?" she asked.

"Oh yes, Granger. It does." He answered.

"I'm a Malfoy now, although it's impossible to believe. Stop calling me a Granger." Hermione replied. "I don't want to be a Granger anymore. Truth be told, I'm happier now that I'm a Malfoy."

He smirked.

"Oh so now you want to be a Malfoy? That's good, seeing as you are a mudblood filth…" his voice trailed off as she suddenly stomped his foot under the table, before putting her nose high in the air and walking away from him. The last noise Draco heard besides his own groan was one of their French doors slamming shut, hearing its glass shattering treacherously.

{The first night}

Hermione came out from the bathroom again. "We're not sleeping in the same room. I can't stand you!" she screamed.

"I can't stand you either…"

"I can't believe I married you."

"Be quiet sweetheart. Just go to bed."

"Stop pretending everything is okay!" Hermione yelled. "Because it's not!"

A few minutes passed by before Draco turned off the light.

Hermione sat back up. "Get out of my bed!"

"It's our bed!"

"It's mine!" she cried. "Go sleep on the couch!"

"I will not!"

"Yes you will!"

"Don't make me hit you!" he warned. Hermione quieted down.

"Fine," she said quietly. "Then I'll go. Goodnight, Draco." She spat out his name. Just as she was about to leave the bed when he took her nightgown from her neck, pulling her back roughly.

"Stop running away from me," he whispered in her ear.

Hermione whimpered in pain. "You're evil, you know that?" she cried out.

"I know, Hermione. It's my job to. Now unless you want to get your ass kicked, you better get in this bed right now," he ordered. Hermione groaned and moaned in aggravation.

"I married an asshole," she choked out. Draco smirked from her reaction and released his grip from her silky nightgown. It felt so soft under his hands, and he wondered how soft her skin would be under his hands.

"I can be extremely nice sometimes if you let me."

Draco looked up at her, before rolling his eyes and propping himself up against He said, watching her turn around. She gritted her teeth as she felt his arms wrap around her small frame again. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!" she cried.

"I told you; I'd hold you, tease you, kiss you in any way I want. Whether you like it or not," he growled into her ear. "Now go to bed before I do anything else," he said, his arms squeezing her tightly.

Hermione had had enough of this. She untangled his arms roughly and sat up, leaning her head against the pillows. "Alright, fine then. Goodnight."

Draco propped himself up on his elbows. "I'm not going to bed until you do."

"What's the point in that?" she asked him, crossing her arms.

"I have to start getting used to you, don't I? We have to start getting to know one another. So I thought we can start by learning our bedtimes and all that shit. So, while I'm waiting, care to entertain me?"

"No!" She kicked him in the stomach and he groaned in pain, making her giggle. Draco stared back at her amusedly and then he started to laugh. They laughed along with each other until she stopped, trying to inhale in some air. He sat up too, and gently flopped her down against the mattress. Looking at her one more time, he tickled the living daylights out of her. She laughed and laughed and laughed until her legs couldn't take it anymore from using all that kicking, trying to pry him off. At the end, he sighed as he watched her writhe underneath him. She closed her eyes and lazily lolled her head to one side.

"Open your eyes, Hermione." He said gently. She slowly fluttered her eyelids open. "Are you tired now?"

"No, not really… not anymore. Why do you ask?"

"Do you still want to sleep in the living room?" he asked quietly, brushing a strand of hair that flew over to her face to her right side. She shook her head.

"Not really. Why, did you have any other plans?" she asked him seductively, yet innocently.

Draco widened his eyes and smirked.

"Why… yes I do. How about another round of tickle me to death?" he asked.

Hermione laughed. "Is that the best you can come up with? Tickle me to death? Well if you want to touch me again I suggest you come up with a more romantic title for our new game…" she ended off slowly, before licking her lips.

"Hold that thought! Let me think…" he replied quickly, making her giggle another time.

After another round of their tickling 'game', she sighed and closed her eyes.

"I'm tired now," she told him.

"Me too." He still had their arms laced around each other as she stared up at him down below. He looked down at her and then back at the lights. Turning it off with one flick, he looked back at his new wife. Just then, he swooped down for a kiss. Hermione was surprised by the gesture, but then again she was surprised at the fact that a few hours ago they were almost down each other's throats, but now it became romantic and enjoyable. He nibbled her bottom lip while he waited for an entrance. She opened her mouth slowly, before feeling his tongue slide in her. She unwrapped her arms around his as it gently made their way towards his hair. After they broke the kiss, he continued to hold her close towards his chest, loving the way her breasts felt against him. Listening to her breathing slowly calm down and move in a steady cadence, he savoured her scent one more time before falling asleep on her.

~End of chapter 5~

Author's Note- Is this too fast? I hope its not. Please tell me if you like it. I was just so pleased by all of my reviews I just thought I had to make a new chapter! Please review! I love you guys!