AN: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Hope you will like this chapter too.
Bladefanatic: I believe your question about Ron will be answered in this chapter, and for Draco's possessiveness you will definitely see it later.
Dracodolenz: can you send me the address of the D/H community? I'm always looking for cool website to browse. Thanks.
Natyslaks: I dedicate this chapter to you for reading all my stories. Thank you.
3.
At dinner Hermione had to fend off all the questions that Harry and Ron were throwing at her. She told them that there wasn't anything to do about the Marriage Law and that the Headmaster wanted just to apologise because he didn't manage to stop the Ministry. She told them that he would try his best to protect her but she didn't have much of a choice.
Ron took her hand in his and seriously said "Then Hermione marry me, I won't permit that they hurt you. You will be safe with me. I know that we don't love each other in that way but you are like a sister to me and I will do anything to protect you". Ron had grown up to be a very handsome man, the red hairs had taken a darker colour and his blue eyes usually twinkling with mischief were now serious and determined.
They had dated briefly in their sixth year but they soon found out that there wasn't passion between them, they liked each other more than friends but not enough for a lasting relationship so they both agreed to call the thing off. A month later he was happily dating Lavander Brown.
She was moved by his offer and with tears glistening in her eyes replied "Thank you Ron but I cannot accept your offer. The Death Eater will kill you as soon as they would get a chance and I won't have your death on my conscience. And you love Lavander, it isn't right that you sacrifice yourself for me. But I appreciate so much your gesture." And she hugged him.
Draco on the other side of the room was watching his future wife hugging the Weasel and he didn't like it one bit. He wasn't jealous of her but since she was going to be his, he valued his possession and he didn't like sharing. He will have to point it out to her later.
Hermione then let go of him and with a final kiss on his cheek she left for the library, she had one hour to finish the essay for Transfiguration before she had to meet Draco and the Headmaster.
Draco stood up too and followed her, he knew where she was going and he wanted to talk to her again. He found amusing that he derived so much fun from annoying the Gryffindor witch, since they started school seven years ago he was able to rile her up. She had even slapped him in third year.
He had lied to her when he said that he disliked her. She had grown up from the bushy haired girl that she had been at eleven, she had tamed a bit her hairs, she had filled in all the right places. She wasn't a beauty but she was charming, her cinnamon eyes were fascinating, a wizard could easily get lost in them. On the other side, he just found that her way of being so perfect and pure got on his nerves. She was always accusing him of being prejudiced and he had to admit that he had been racist when he was younger but since he got the Dark Mark he had changed.
He thought that she was as racist as he was, because she never believed that anyone in Slytherin was worth a knut. He knew there were bad people in his house but there were many good people too. He had hoped that she would see that he had changed, he didn't insult her and her friends anymore, he was behaving almost civilly to her but she still didn't show any of the kindness for which she was so famous for.
He snorted, for her everyone was better than he was. But now it was not the time to think about this either. He was going to annoy her in her sanctuary. She actually thought that they were going to call the marriage off when the Law was repelled. He smirked, he will have to convince her that there was more to obtain in remaining Mrs. Draco Malfoy than to be Miss Hermione Granger.
He was going to use the Malfoy charm on her even though he knew that she was immune. Of all the witches that there were at this bloody school he had to marry the only one who wouldn't want him in any shape or form. Maybe she would want him if he was a ferret and then he shuddered remembering how he had bounced around Hogwarts in fourth year. Maybe he kind of liked her because she didn't fall at his feet like the others.
When he pushed open the door of the library he was overwhelmed by the smell of the dusty books. He loved this place so much, lots of books everywhere, the possibility of reading them all and knowing everything. Being a Malfoy wasn't easy sometimes, he had to hide his passion for books because it was unbecoming for someone of his status to actually admitting he preferred books to a game of Quidditch. He liked to fly and he was good at it but the feeling of an old book in your hands, to learn or to discover a new spell, there wasn't anything comparable.
He found her at the end of the library, she had taken a desk that was under a window like in their bedrooms. He thought that it was relaxing to watch the lake and the giant squid playing in it, when he was loosing concentration he would raise his eyes and watch for a few minutes the squid and then refreshed he would go on studying.
She now was concentrated on a parchment, she was scratching words out and then adding new ones. He smiled, she looked very pretty when she was focused on her studies. He got closer to her and with his abilities as a spy she didn't notice him approaching.
He smirked but he was surprised when she said "Draco are you trying to scare me? Let me tell you now that it's not going to work and before you ask how I knew you were behind me it is because of your perfume. I could smell and recognise you anywhere"
Draco was grinning by now "You like me"
She turned to look at him with her shining eyes and in them he could read a mixture between annoyance, anger and something that he couldn't identify "Where did you get that bloody idea? I didn't say it was a nice smell and now if you don't mind leave me alone. I'll see you in about an hour"
AN: thanks for reading.
Bladefanatic: I believe your question about Ron will be answered in this chapter, and for Draco's possessiveness you will definitely see it later.
Dracodolenz: can you send me the address of the D/H community? I'm always looking for cool website to browse. Thanks.
Natyslaks: I dedicate this chapter to you for reading all my stories. Thank you.
3.
At dinner Hermione had to fend off all the questions that Harry and Ron were throwing at her. She told them that there wasn't anything to do about the Marriage Law and that the Headmaster wanted just to apologise because he didn't manage to stop the Ministry. She told them that he would try his best to protect her but she didn't have much of a choice.
Ron took her hand in his and seriously said "Then Hermione marry me, I won't permit that they hurt you. You will be safe with me. I know that we don't love each other in that way but you are like a sister to me and I will do anything to protect you". Ron had grown up to be a very handsome man, the red hairs had taken a darker colour and his blue eyes usually twinkling with mischief were now serious and determined.
They had dated briefly in their sixth year but they soon found out that there wasn't passion between them, they liked each other more than friends but not enough for a lasting relationship so they both agreed to call the thing off. A month later he was happily dating Lavander Brown.
She was moved by his offer and with tears glistening in her eyes replied "Thank you Ron but I cannot accept your offer. The Death Eater will kill you as soon as they would get a chance and I won't have your death on my conscience. And you love Lavander, it isn't right that you sacrifice yourself for me. But I appreciate so much your gesture." And she hugged him.
Draco on the other side of the room was watching his future wife hugging the Weasel and he didn't like it one bit. He wasn't jealous of her but since she was going to be his, he valued his possession and he didn't like sharing. He will have to point it out to her later.
Hermione then let go of him and with a final kiss on his cheek she left for the library, she had one hour to finish the essay for Transfiguration before she had to meet Draco and the Headmaster.
Draco stood up too and followed her, he knew where she was going and he wanted to talk to her again. He found amusing that he derived so much fun from annoying the Gryffindor witch, since they started school seven years ago he was able to rile her up. She had even slapped him in third year.
He had lied to her when he said that he disliked her. She had grown up from the bushy haired girl that she had been at eleven, she had tamed a bit her hairs, she had filled in all the right places. She wasn't a beauty but she was charming, her cinnamon eyes were fascinating, a wizard could easily get lost in them. On the other side, he just found that her way of being so perfect and pure got on his nerves. She was always accusing him of being prejudiced and he had to admit that he had been racist when he was younger but since he got the Dark Mark he had changed.
He thought that she was as racist as he was, because she never believed that anyone in Slytherin was worth a knut. He knew there were bad people in his house but there were many good people too. He had hoped that she would see that he had changed, he didn't insult her and her friends anymore, he was behaving almost civilly to her but she still didn't show any of the kindness for which she was so famous for.
He snorted, for her everyone was better than he was. But now it was not the time to think about this either. He was going to annoy her in her sanctuary. She actually thought that they were going to call the marriage off when the Law was repelled. He smirked, he will have to convince her that there was more to obtain in remaining Mrs. Draco Malfoy than to be Miss Hermione Granger.
He was going to use the Malfoy charm on her even though he knew that she was immune. Of all the witches that there were at this bloody school he had to marry the only one who wouldn't want him in any shape or form. Maybe she would want him if he was a ferret and then he shuddered remembering how he had bounced around Hogwarts in fourth year. Maybe he kind of liked her because she didn't fall at his feet like the others.
When he pushed open the door of the library he was overwhelmed by the smell of the dusty books. He loved this place so much, lots of books everywhere, the possibility of reading them all and knowing everything. Being a Malfoy wasn't easy sometimes, he had to hide his passion for books because it was unbecoming for someone of his status to actually admitting he preferred books to a game of Quidditch. He liked to fly and he was good at it but the feeling of an old book in your hands, to learn or to discover a new spell, there wasn't anything comparable.
He found her at the end of the library, she had taken a desk that was under a window like in their bedrooms. He thought that it was relaxing to watch the lake and the giant squid playing in it, when he was loosing concentration he would raise his eyes and watch for a few minutes the squid and then refreshed he would go on studying.
She now was concentrated on a parchment, she was scratching words out and then adding new ones. He smiled, she looked very pretty when she was focused on her studies. He got closer to her and with his abilities as a spy she didn't notice him approaching.
He smirked but he was surprised when she said "Draco are you trying to scare me? Let me tell you now that it's not going to work and before you ask how I knew you were behind me it is because of your perfume. I could smell and recognise you anywhere"
Draco was grinning by now "You like me"
She turned to look at him with her shining eyes and in them he could read a mixture between annoyance, anger and something that he couldn't identify "Where did you get that bloody idea? I didn't say it was a nice smell and now if you don't mind leave me alone. I'll see you in about an hour"
AN: thanks for reading.