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A dazzling brunette in her mid twenties bustled around a dark British bookstore Flourish and Blots. The seemingly plain-Jane store was anything but. It was a wizarding shop specializing in spell books and magical novels. The girl working there was just as "odd". She was a witch. Not just any witch, but Hermione Granger, the perfectionistic, know-it-all Hogwarts' valedictorian that was once thought of as destined to run the Ministry of Magic.

After graduating from Britain's best academy of Witchcraft , she explored her passion for books. After only three days she landed this job and has been at the same position for almost six years. She had always felt that knowledge could get you anywhere. However, lately, it seemed to be getting her nowhere, but in debt.

She thought of her tow best school friends; Harry and Ron. Harry Potter, the boy who lived and the boy who had saved us all, was now hunting criminals and dark sorcerers for the Ministry of Magic as an Auror. He had married Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister one year junior to the trio. Their beautiful twins, now 2 years old, were beautiful; Amedian and Alma. They had the signature Weasley red hair, which fell on Amedian moppishly and was smooth and sleek on Alma.

Ronald had done well for himself as well. He had moved to Romania and was now working with Dragons daily; under his older brother, Charlie's expert instruction. His wife, Lavender was due with their second child in two months.

Hermione felt a pang of envy every time she thought about them. They wouldn't even talk to the opposite sex in school and now they were married with children and what did she have? An over-priced shit hole of an apartment in a bad neighborhood that she could hardly afford and to top it all off hadn't had a date in almost a year.

It wasn't as if she couldn't find a date its that she couldn't find perfection and Hermione couldn't just settle. That was so un-Grangerish. She had to be right and so did he. Every time that she went out with a guy it was a disaster.

She was now putting books away on a rather high shelf in the back, when she heard a poof near the base of her ladder. She looked down into the abandoned fireplace and there was a head floating in the flames.

"HOLY SHOOT!!!!" she screamed as she fell off the ladder.

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In a lavish mansion on the outskirts of wizard London a fit, sleek, cunning, and changed Draco Malfoy paced his living room.

After graduation his muggle-hating, evil, Death-Eater of a father died. He was now free. He could say, do and think whatever he wanted. He was finally able, with his mother's help, pursue a career in the Ministry.

In his short time he used every resource at his disposal to do his job. He was up for promotion and the Minister of Magic was retiring. Draco would have almost killed to get this job. It was as good as his. There was only one problem: Fudge wanted a "family man". Draco had spent the last years working non-stop just to get this job. It was his love. He barely slept and hadn't had time to be with a woman emotionally in years. There was the occasional bimbo and Pansy had been available, but nothing could keep his interest long.

The only person Draco had really found time to talk to at all was his friend Percy Weasley, yes that's right Weasley. After some time at the ministry they both had worked out a friendship of necessity. Now, that the war was over they had really become close tracking down the people responsible for the deaths of Arthur Weasley and Vincent Crabbe. His mind re-played their previous conversation:

"Draco!" Draco turned, and saw Percy.

"Oh, Hi!"

"Listen, I just had a talk with Cornelius Fudge, and I heard that he wants to visit you."

"What? Why?" Draco asked. "I thought he was just in Jamacia!"

"Well, you know that he has been gone for some time. Now he wants to find people worthy for his position. You know, to be the Minister of Magic. Well, he decided to come live with you for a couple of months, to see if you are the kind of person to run the Ministry. But since he now is a 'family man' and wants somebody to take over his job after he retires to be found the 'love of his life' on this trip he wants the new minister to be happily married."

"What?" yelled Draco. "But I'm not married. And I don't think that I ever will be, not any time soon, at least!"

"Yes, I realized that. I've been thinking on this for a few days and I think I have the solution; a pretend wife."

"And where am I to find said 'Pretend wife'?" Draco asked confused and stressed.

"That's where I come in!" announced Percy.

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"You want me to what?" Hermione screeched at a voice that she hadn't heard since Harry and Ginny's wedding.

"Be Draco Malfoy's wife."

"You said that already. My problem is in the 'wife' part?"

"It's only for a month or two and it pays 6000 galleons," Percy explained.

That's enough for a new house! "Why should I do anything to help that prick?"

"Because that 'Prick' as you so eloquently put it found the guy that killed my dad. He is one of the best people that I have ever met and I have a deep respect for the man. You shouldn't go around judging people just based on their past, either!" Percy answered getting progressively more emotional with each word.

"If its that important to you then I'll do it," she said giving in to her debt and her friend's plea. "What do I need to do…?"

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"Are you sure about this? I mean where'd you find a woman who would drop her life for only 600 galleons?" asked Draco.

"6000"

"6000!" exclaimed Draco, "When did you come up with 6000?!?!"

"You always said that you wished all the money that your dad left you could be used on something important… This is important." Percy responded coolly.

"Well, I do have plenty… But where did you find her?" he asked concerned with the state of his bride to be. If he got her off of some God forsaken street corner I'll…

"I have my connections and I think that you'll like her a lot. She's funny, smart, sweet, cute, and…"

"...and Desperate"

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Okay Hermione. You can do this… You can go in that house and be Mrs. Malfoy. It will get you out of that horrible apartment and it could be a good time. Please let Percy be right. Now let's just ring the doorbell. A shaking hand with light red nail polish extended a finger towards an engraved iron serpent and touched its head lightly. The serpent shuddered slightly under the touch and then slid up the door and through a hole onto the inside where it let out a flash of purple light and a bell sound.

She's here… Okay Draco put on your sexy/nice face and lets go answer the door… He walked over to it and grabbed the handle Lets see what ball and chain is behind door number one. "Hello."

"Hi." Look at him. He hasn't changed… at least not on the outside. He is still so sinfully tempting. Did I just think that? Oh Merlin! Where did that come from? Probably from that same place as this urge to just rip his tight black shirt.

"I'm Draco. And you are…" This woman looks so familiar. She is so beautiful. Where did Percy find her?

He DOESN'T REMEMBER ME? "You don't remember me. I'm surprised. Actually, I'm amazed."

Actually??? Who says actually like… "Hermione?"

"Bingo."

A/N: Good Place to end it for now… I hope that my re-write does the story justice!! Pleas read and review and write!!!

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