"Harry! Ron! Come down here this instant!" Hermione shrieked, and the boys came running down the stairway.
"Is Mum here? Why's she here? Oh, it's only Hermione." Ron said groggily.
"What's wrong, 'Mione? What's Malfoy done now?" Harry asked angrily, irritated at the thought of Malfoy.
"It's not what he's done, it's what he hasn't! Stupid Trelawney made a prophecy about me being Queen and I have to marry my greatest pureblood enemy! Then, when Dumbledore asked Malfoy if he'd consider this, he said yes! Now, I've got to marry him tomorrow morning! What am I going to do? And get this: I have to consummate the marriage for it to be legal!" Hermione raged, and when she finished she sighed in relief. "Good, now that's all done with."
"So, you have to marry, and sleep with, Malfoy? She's mad, making that prophecy! Surely you aren't going through with it?" Ron asked in disbelief.
"I have to. The prophecy says that only in marriage will I be able to get rid of Voldemort. I have to end his reign. I just hate thinking that I have to marry Malfoy for it to be true." Hermione responded sadly.
"But, you'll never be able to divorce him! You'll have to be with him forever!" Harry said in shock.
"I know. This is so horrible. Oh, the time! I'm going to be late! Here, drink this!" Hermione passed them each a small vial of bluish-grey liquid.
"Wha- why?" Ron questioned, but with a sharp glare from Hermione both boys gulped the liquid down.
"Now, tell me what you think of my marriage to Malfoy." Hermione commanded. The boys began, but their tongues tied into a large knot in their mouths.
"I have to go. Don't tell anyone of this conversation! Not even Ginny! I'll see you tomorrow!" She crowed, and then rushed out into the corridor. Walking swiftly, she barely made it to her dormitory on time.
"So, what, you're marrying a mudblood so she can kill Voldemort?" Crabbe asked in his usual moron voice.
"Yeah, Crabbe, I am. Problems?" Malfoy countered in a bored tone.
"This sucks. You hafta marry a loser, Malfoy, and I bet she's rotten in bed." Goyle stammered, and Malfoy fought the urge to laugh with him.
"Hey, I know this sucks, and I know she's probably frigid. But I have to do this. You will not, I repeat, will not refer to my fiancé as "mudblood' anymore. At least call her a muggleborn. I don't like the thought of marrying her but at least she's not stupid." Malfoy said forcefully. "More than I can say for you two and my wife's a better catch than you'll ever get." He muttered under his breath, and the oafs didn't even hear it.
"You better go, Malfoy, curfew is almost up." Crabbe said in a mock-worried voice.
"Yeah Malfoy, wouldn't want to keep the Misses waiting, would you?" Goyle added, and the two burst out in laughter.
"Shut it, you daft pigs. Drink this." They took the small vial of liquid and sucked it back quickly. "I'm leaving." Malfoy stood and left, headed back to his own dorm to contemplate a new idea: consummating with the bookworm.
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