"I can't believe you agreed! Draco Malfoy, agreeing to marry the biggest mudblood bookworm ever! Merlin, why would you do such a thing?!" She screamed at him after a stonily silent walk from the staff room to the Heads Dormitory.
The portrait slammed shut after Malfoy and she rounded on him, pointing a finger into his chest.
"Why you, of all people? I could stand Crabbe, or Goyle, at least they are too stupid to know what marriage is, and I could just body bind them if they pissed me off! Stupid prophecy! Ugh!" She whipped around and sat on the couch, incensed. Malfoy walked over to the couch and sat down on the large, black leather chair across from it.
"Granger, clearly we must set a few things straight. Including your design of who I am, and what I believe in. You are mistaken in thinking you know me. You have no idea." Malfoy was calm, which made Hermione even angrier.
"So what, are you saying you aren't some Death-eater wannabe sniveling little wretch? I highly doubt that, Malfoy!" She nearly screamed. Standing up, she began to pace the room. "Merlin, we can't even leave the room yet!"
"I suggest you sit." Malfoy said evenly.
"I suggest you bugger off." She replied irritably.
"Fine, have it your way." Malfoy mumbled, and whipped out his wand. "This, Granger, is for your own good." He muttered a spell and she flew to the couch and took her seat, unable to stand once more.
"Let me go, you big brat! Let me go, now!" Hermione screamed.
"No, you will listen to what I have to say. I am nota 'Death-eater wannabe sniveling little wretch' as you so sweetly put it. Since second year I have been fighting with my father, who wanted me to receive the Dark Mark this summer. When he was killed by the Order this summer, two weeks before my birthday, I was ecstatic. Not to say I hated my father, but I did resent him for pushing me into the Dark arts. My father ruined my mother when she tried to stop him taking me to meet Voldemort at the end of last year. She has been in St. Mungos since then. I am now a member of the Order, thanks to Professor Dumbledore, and am on the Light side. I, too, would've thought you'd be the first to agree to this. You may think I'm only doing this for some sneaky reason, but I'm not. Voldemort ruined my life; he took my mother and made my father evil. I will have revenge. I strongly advise you to help me." He finished and the spell came off Hermione, but she didn't move.
"But I'm a mudblood. Isn't that offensive to you?" Hermione asked curiously. He looked at her and then looked away.
"Not offensive, per say, but I would rather marry a pureblood. But that is how I was raised. It will take a long time for me to not dislike muggleborns. But, perhaps, with you as my wife that change will go faster." Malfoy ended with his grand smirk upon his lips.
"This is so unfair. Why does destiny have to wreck everything? I was supposed to marry for love! Not to save humanity!" Hermione hunched forward, her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands.
"And I was supposed to marry for sex, everything is getting screwed up. Surely, you, who fought for house elf rights, must understand the severity of the situation? I wouldn't dream of marrying you for anything other than a good cause. Come on, Gran- er, Hermione. Just agree to this. We don't even have to tell anyone, to act like we're married. We can just act normal, and keep our separate rooms. Not sleeping together, not eating together, we never have to see each other unless we want to or need to. No more than friends." Malfoy looked, for once, quite sincere. It was his last few sentences that caught her heart.
"Fine. Dumbledore, since I know you're listening, I agree. Now, can I leave? I have to talk to Harry and Ron!" Hermione stood, making a slow circle.
On the wall appeared a message, painted there by magic. It read: 'You will come to see me before seeing your friends. I'll be in my office.'
"Well, let's go. No sense keeping him waiting." Malfoy muttered, and they headed off to the Headmaster's office without any more words shared.
"Well, you two, have you come to a decision?" Dumbledore asked serenely.
"Yes, we've both agreed." Malfoy answered first.
"I can answer for myself, thank you. Just because you're the man doesn't mean you're in charge." Hermione answered hotly.
"Fighting like a married couple already." Dumbledore said with a laugh. Quickly, hisexpression changed to one of displeasure."Now, before we do this, you know the rules of wizard marriage. It is impossible to cheat, and very hard to divorce. Therefore, Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy, if you two are married, you will be together for the rest of your lives."
"I understand." Malfoy responded, careful not to speak for Hermione.
"As do I." Hermione answered.
"Also, wizard marriages are not full until they are... consummated. The rings you will be wearing, whichever ones you two will pick out, will be stone-less until you consummate the marriage. Normally, I would not advise you two to marry at a young age because of this clause, but as the prophecy specified you'd be married tomorrow, well… I expect this to be kept low, as well as the news of the prophecy. After you tell your friends, you must give them this potion. It will tie their tongue if they try to speak about this topic. Now, as I have things to do, you may speak with your friends. Tomorrow you will go to Hogsmeade to purchase rings. Good night to you." He finished, and the doors behind them swung open.
Stepping out into the corridor, they split up, heading to their own houses, one in dread, one in utter satisfaction.
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