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The very first thing Hermione was aware of when she awoke was the consistent pounding dominating her head.
With a groan, she opened her eyes, and spotted four figures at the end of the bed she was lying on. She blinked, then realized that it was only Lucius and Narcissa.
She groaned again, and the thumping increased.
'Hermione,' said Lucius sternly. 'Do you realize what you have done?'
Hermione didn't know and didn't care. She turned over on her side, hoping that the pounding would cease.
With an impatient sigh, Narcissa whipped out her wand and uttered the charm for removing hangovers.
Hermione's head cleared and she muttered a small thank-you. She could now think clearly.
'My pleasure,' said Narcissa coldly. 'As we were saying – do you realize the seriousness of irresponsible actions?!'
'Uh – '
'You risked dishonoring the Malfoy name!' cried Lucius. Between the pair of them, they proceeded to give Hermione one of the biggest lectures of her life.
'... kissing that random guy an hour after your wedding!' Narcissa ended, her voice near a high-pitch shriek. 'Underage, too! If anyone saw you – ' her nostrils flared warningly, her eyes bulged out of their sockets and she was waggling her wand dangerously.
Hermione stared at her, alarmed. 'Its not my fault!' she started. 'You forced me to marry him when I didn't want to, you can't blame me for getting drunk– '
Narcissa cut her off with high-pitch noise. With her nostrils still flaring with rage, she started to lead Lucius and herself out.
'Wait!' shouted Hermione. 'Where is everyone?'
'Back at Hogwarts,' said Lucius stiffly.
'Why aren't I – '
'Because,' continued Narcissa. 'You and Draco are preparing for your honeymoon in Paris.'
It took a second for this to sink in.
'Honeymoon? In Paris? In schooltime, I have Head Duties - !'
'Oh, be quiet,' snapped Narcissa. 'I was considering taking you out of school since it was your final year but I decided not to. Just be glad you're only missing a two weeks.'
Hermione gaped. How could she ever have thought of taking her out of school? 'I don't want to go to Paris, though.'
'Take that matter up with Draco,' snapped Narcissa. 'He'll be deciding where you're honeymoon is.' She made to sweep out the door again.
'Wait – can I visit my parents?' asked Hermione desperately.
Narcissa stared at her, judging. 'No,' she said finally. 'That's punishment for getting drunk. You're not to go one step away from this house. I'll be putting a spell around it. If you want anything, ask a house-elf for it.'
She and Lucius went out of the room.
A frowning Hermione sat still in the bed. There were house-elves here? Well, there would be, the Malfoy's were, after all, the richest wizard family around. An idea popped in her head. She was mistress here, right? She could give them clothes!
She jumped out of bed, eventually found some decent clothing to get changed into, brushed her hair and stepped out into the hallway.
It was only the second time she'd been here and she had no idea where to go. Luckily, she remembered where Draco's room was. She'd ask him where everything was, and to change the honeymoon location.
She didn't know why she didn't want Paris... maybe because she didn't know a scrap of French and that she'd always wanted to go somewhere more... well, carefree.
Like Hawaii. Or the Bahamas.
Not to mention her horror cousin Amber lived there...
Hermione shivered. She had absolutely no desire ever to see Amber again. And if she was going to France, her parents would be bound to want her to visit Amber. Maybe she could avoid her.
But trying to avoid Amber when Amber wanted to see you was like trying to stop Justin Timberlake's crazy fans from stalking him.
That wasn't a good example, she thought, knocking on Draco's door. He opened it.
'Oh, fuck, it's you.'
'Good morning to you, too,' said Hermione sweetly, brushing past him and into his bedroom. If she wanted Draco to do something for her, she was to be especially nice to him. It was going to be easy, because he was only in his boxers, and had a very nice chest, something she noticed first. His hair was askew and he looked as though he had just gotten up.
'Sorry, did I wake you up?' she asked sweetly.
'No.' He looked at her suspiciously. 'What do you want?'
'Nothing.'
He raised an eyebrow, and she tried to ignore the ringing voices in her head which shouted at her; Fuck, he's so hot!
'I swear.'
'Is it about yesterday?'
'Uh... kind of. It's about our honeymoon.'
He chuckled. 'Oh, yeah.'
'The thing is, Draco, I don't want to go to Paris. Why don't we go to like the Bahamas?'
'The Bahamas?' he wrinkled his nose. 'No way, Granger, we're going to Paris.'
A small smile settled on her face. 'What did you call me?'
'Granger, why, do you have a problem with that?'
She laughed. 'No, but you should. Remember, we're married Malfoy, and I'm now a Malfoy.'
He swore. 'Fine then, Hermione.'
She smiled again, then remembered she was meant to be nice to him. 'I'm so sorry Draco, honey, you can call me anything you want.'
He stared at her. 'You want to go to the Bahamas bad, don't you?'
She considered. Yes, her cousin Amber was fucking annoying. She wanted to go to the Bahamas bad. 'Yes.'
'What will you do for it?' A slow smile she was unfamiliar with crept over his face. He had stepped closer to her, so close that there was about an inch between them. She could smell his perfume, and it made her want to jump on him.
Why is he doing this? She thought panicky. Half of her had the burning desire to run, and the other half wanted to stay. But she couldn't do either because her feet were rooted to the floor.
Draco slowly reached out and touched her face. 'If you kiss me now, I'll consider the Bahamas.'
Her heart pounding furiously against her chest, more urgently than her head had that morning. 'Draco – ' she started, but was cut off.
By his lips covering hers.
Draco didn't know why he did it. He had a faint idea though. Because he was starting to want her. He knew this, but refused to believe it. How could he, Draco Malfoy, like an ex-Mudblood? But when she came in his room today, acting all sweet, the pang of longing duplicated itself and suddenly he would do anything to kiss her again.
But of course he wouldn't consider the Bahamas. Who would go there anyway? They were going to Paris, final. Not because he really wanted to go there, but because he liked to torture Hermione. Why did she dislike Paris so much anyway?
Hermione finally pushed herself away from Draco.
'Why – why did you do that?' she cried. He reached for her again and pulled her back to him.
'Whatever, Hermione. I know you liked it.'
Hermione spluttered with anger. True, she had liked it. Very, very much. In fact, she'd liked it so much that it was almost dangerous. But there's no way in hell she'd ever admit it to Malfoy.
'Shut up, Malfoy!' she said, attempting to pull herself away, but his grip was tight.
His eyes went all sarcastically pleading. 'You mean you don't like me, Hermione? Jeez, you married me!'
She decided to ignore that. 'So you'll think about the Bahamas?'
He shrugged. 'Okay, okay. Paris still looks hopeful though.'
'Please, Draco, anywhere but Paris,' said Hermione desperately, the picture of Amber coming to mind. That bitch... 'How about Venice?'
'I said I'll think about it,' he said, softly kissing her hair. His silver eyes had the glow of one who was satisfied with the power they were holding over someone else.
'Okay,' said Hermione grumpily. 'So can you show me where I can get breakfast?'
Draco ordered pancakes for her. They did look delicious, and the urge to eat them was overwhelming but she didn't.
'These were made by slave labor,' she hissed. 'How can you eat them?'
'Slave labor!' he snorted, 'the house-elves love doing this kind of work.'
Hermione stared determinedly at him. 'Because they know no other life. I'm going to give them pay for what they do, and sick – '
'You'll do no such thing,' said Draco in a voice of sudden authority. 'They take orders only from my parents and myself.'
'Oh, and what am I?' Hermione cried. 'The next door neighbor? I live here now, so don't I get to – '
'No,' a different voice said, from the doorway.
'Morning, Father,' said Draco. 'Pancakes?'
Hermione glared.
'No, thank-you Draco.' Lucius sat down opposite him. 'So, Paris is it?'
Hermione waited for Draco to say that he was thinking about it. They made a deal, after all.
'Absolutely,' said Draco, eating more pancakes. 'Paris. Booked the hotel I want? The one across from that lake?'
'All arranged,' said Lucius. 'Start packing your bags today.'
Hermione was furious. When Lucius had gone, she turned to Draco. 'We had a deal, you asshole. You said you'd think about Paris!'
'I did,' said Draco, clearing his plate. 'I thought about it really quickly.'
Hermione balled her fists. 'You – you – ' she could not think of a swear word bad enough to call Malfoy.
Draco came over, leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. That, if anything, made her more angry, and he knew it.
'I am going to get you back for this,' snarled Hermione. 'Mark my words you bastard, I'll get my revenge. When you least expect it – expect it!'
Draco just chuckled.
A/N: Anyone have some ideas for payback? I can't think of any at the moment!