Disclaimer: I unfortunately... Was just informed... by my lawyer... that if I don't write this... I can be sued... And NEVER have a chance with Tom Felton... ::Cries in corner:: Bastards!!

A/n: Still looking for a beta!!

Chapter 7

Draco woke up to the soft touch of Hermione's finger. She was jabbing him in the gut.

"Oi! Knock that off!" He yelled.

Hermione giggled. "Why in the world would I want to give up annoying you dear Malfoy?"

"Because I just might not tell you about our betrothal and we both die."

"We die?"

Draco lied to her realizing she would believe him. "Yup, we die the Malfoy's bloodline dies the Verona's line too as a matter of fact. The two most powerful bloodlines in the wizarding world. Gone!" Draco gave her his famous smirk. "Now, Granger. Do you really want to do that?"

"I would rather do that than produce an heir with you."

'Ouch, that almost hurt. Let's see what else she's got.'

"Well Granger. Do you want to know or not? If not I have got some important people to see... and do come to think of it."

'Thank the Gods they don't include me.'

"Yes, please tell me. I will try to remain almost civil until you finish."

'Aww, I wanted to have a little fun!'

"Alright... Hermy is it? Your parents and my parents forced us to become betrothed."

"No, its Hermione, but Granger to you. And yes I know our parents are forcing us, but why?"

'Argh! She doesn't like the easy answers like most! This will be difficult.'

"Alright... If you insist on being challenging" Hermione smiled shyly she won against Draco Malfoy! "Well, before the two of us were born, our parents became close friends. Very close friends at that. My father ended up gambling away all my family's money. This was right after I was born, and your mother was going to have you in the next couple of months. My mother thought it would have been fine to live like normal people like that little Weasel friend of yours. But your father thought differently, he figured that Malfoys were to always be wealthy, so he gave my parents more than enough money to live on, and for my father to get his act together. He didn't want my father to repay him. So your mother asked if it would be all right if we could be betrothed. My parents were nowhere near being able to pay off the debt at the time. I had just turned five in another six months you would have been turning five. From what I hear we played wonderfully together. So my parents readily agreed."

'I hope she got all that, I'm not in the mood to explain all over again.'

"What are the conditions of our betrothal?" She asked curiously.

"Well, we have to be married before you turn twenty-one. And we have to have conceived an heir by the time I am twenty-three. But I must say I am glad they don't care what sex heir we have, just as long as we have one."

Hermione was disgusted by the thought of having to have sex with him until she remembered a way used by muggles.

"Malfoy! Did they say how we had to conceive an heir?"

"All my mother said was that we couldn't adopt because it had to be of our bloodlines."

"Oh My Gods!!! This is wonderful!"

"Want to have sex with me that bad eh?"

"Oh stuff it Malfoy! It's wonderful because we don't need to have sex!"

"Granger, I do believe you are going crazy! There is no way to conceive children without having sex."

"But that is where you are wrong! We can do it the muggle way. Beaker and turkey bastor!"

"Wanker and baby waster? Granger you truly have gone mad!!"

"No! Beaker and turkey bastor! It's what muggles call it. The real name is artificial insemination."

"And that means...?"

"It means you put your little soldiers into a beaker, they take my egg, put them together in a petri dish, fertilize my egg, then stick it back into me."

"Ah... I can see it now... 'Virgin Granger Gives Birth to Muggle Conceived Child'"

"That's not funny Malfoy!"

"I thought it was." Draco replied coolly.

'The muggle way sounds pretty good... but...'

"How are we going to consummate the marriage?"

"That Malfoy is easy. We lie."

"Oh! I could have thought of that!"

"I know, but I did."

After a few minutes of silence Hermione realized that Draco was in his boxers and all she could do was stare at his magnificent body. (A/n- ::Drool::)

"Like what you see Mudblood?"

"Oh yes, just so much." Hermione walked over to Draco and gently gliding her finger down his chest then gently pulled the waist on his boxers, she then heard a light snap as they hit the smooth silky skin on his chest. "Ever call me Mudblood again and you will regret it severely."

"Y-yes." Draco said huskily

Hmm... Fan fic seems to be screwing up... so! I decided to do this now!