A/N: Sorry this one is a short chapter. The first few chapters are basically introductions to the rest of the story. Also, i couldnt remember the names (if they were given any in previous books) ofHermione's parents. So i gavethem some unique ones.
DISCLAIMER: The only thing i own is a ball of lint..... (Gust of wind)...... okay scratch that. All Character names, places, yadda yadda belong to the ingenious creator J.K. Rowling. I do however own the plot. HeeHeeHee. Oh and now that i think of it i own two characters! HA!
"Draco, i need to talk to you." Draco had been lounging on the sofa, watching Monty Python, when his mother walked into the kitchen.
"What is it Mum?" Draco looked at her from over the couch. He had chose to live with his mother, after his father died, feeling obligated tokeep her company. His mother had positive influence on him, and was confident that one day, he would grow into something more than what his father had raised him to be.
"You're getting married in 5 months." Narcissa said it plainly, seeing no need to tip toe around the facts.
"Wait... what?!?" Draco shot up quickly looking at his mother, disbelievingly.
"To Hermione Granger." Narcissa was going through the day's mail, as her son approached the break-fast bar.
"To that know it all fantastic trio mudblood? Absolutely not!" Draco countered. He soon regretted saying that, for his mother smacked him clear across the face.
"Dont talk about your fiance that way, this will be good for you. She'll teach you some manners. Now, sit and i'll tell you everything."Narcissa pointed to a bar stool, and he sat. "When Vilda (Hermione's mother) was four months pregnant Herald (Hermione's father) witnessed the death of a famous wizard, Jaquesse Vernardi. And Vernardi's killer, Jon Claude Franker wanted the Granger's dead. So the Granger's came to us and asked for our help, to get them out of danger. Vilda and i were school mates, and very good friends, so i convinced your father to help them. But he wanted something in return. He wanted their baby. But they couldnt give her up, so your father decided on an arranged marriage. They reluctantly agreed, and we got them a safe spot in the muggle world." Narcissa finished her story, very nonchalantly. She looked expectantly at her son.
"So you mean to tell me i have to marry her, because her parents were in danger? Wait that makes her a... a pureblood doesnt it?" Draco looked at his mother in confusion. When she shook her head yes, he leaned back in his chair. "I have five months?" Draco looked to her again, and got an approving look. "Well this just sucks." He slammed his fist on the counter and walked away.
"Get ready. We're going to meet the Granger's in an hour. I want you to look your best, and act like the man i've raised you to be." Narcissa yelled after him, flipping through a wizard magazine.
