A/n: I have realized that where there is supposed to be a break in the story... i conveniently forgot to indicate this. I have no idea how i'm supposed to go in and edit already posted chapters, so if anyone could lend a helping hand... it would be greatly appreciated.

Hermione was reluctant to go meet her future husband. But there was no looking back now, she was already in the car. She had chosen to wear a deep red, low cut, long sleeve shirt, and tight blue jeans. In just ten minutes she would be at the pub, where her nightmare would be proven real.

"We're here. Oh Hermione please, attempt to be civil will you?" Her father looked at her in the back seat a heavy frown on her face and her arms crossed.

"Why wouldnt i be civil? I'm going to see my fiance, who, funny, is my worst enemy." She said the last part in a very sarcastic tone, which her father chose to ignore.

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"Now im warning you for the last time Draco. You so much as look at her wrong and i'll hex you for the rest of your life, ya hear?" Narcissa had positioned herself across from her son, in a booth by the window. "Oh look their here." Narcissa waved from the window, and Draco took a long swig of his butterbeer.

"Vilda, so good to see you. Oh it's been so long." Draco had never seen his mother like this before. His father had cast a darkness on everyone.

Vilda? Hermione silently mouthed to her father, and he solemnly shook his head yes.

"Oh and Herald, you look good, as usual. I'd like you to meet my son, Draco." Narcissa smiled at her son, who stood sulking, by her side. Pinching the back of his arm her winced, and then stuck out a hand.

"Charmed, im sure." He rolled his eyes and shook both their hands. He hadnt noticed Hermione as much, considering she had chosen to hide behind her father.

"Hermione, my how you've matured. Your looking absolutely stunning." Narcissa pushed through the Granger's and wrapped Hermione into a warm hug. Draco was instantly taken aback at how much she truly had matured. Her figure had filled out in all the right places and her hair had reached the middle of her back, with loose wringlets cupping her face. "Draco, dont you have something to say, to your fiance?" Both Hermione and Draco winced at the word 'fiance', but it was inevitable. Pretty soon they would have to refer to each other as husband and wife.

"Hullo." He said under his breath, not looking at her.

"Hi." She said spitefully, jetting out her lower lip. An awkward silence passed between everyone.

"Well shall we order something to eat, and discuss wedding arrangements?" Mrs. Granger offered lightly.

"Sounds great." Hermione lied.

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"So it's settled. Hermione and Draco will wed in four months, just a month before her birthday." Herald said while finishing his piece of pie.

"Oh, a fall wedding. You'll be absolutely radiant dear Hermione. Now. Where will the children stay?" Narcissa asked looking sweetly at Vilda.

"Well, they could get a place of their own, although neither has a steady job. I'd offer our home, but it really isnt conducive for two couples." Vilda commented to no one in particular.

"I have a suggestion. They could live in the Mansion." Narcissa noticed the look of horror on Hermione's face. "Oh dont worry dear. I set all the elves free. They were more for Lucious' satisfaction. I personally felt terrible for keeping them. And after all, my mother passed away not to long ago, and left me her estate. So i could move out, and the kids could have a house all to their own." Narcissa talked fast, Hermione had noticed. When she stopped Vilda and Herald looked at each other with approving glances.

"Well then everything is settled. The kids will marry in four months. Hermione and i will work out the kinks, and then they will return to their new home." Vilda said clapping her hands together.

"yeah, some home." Hermione muttered.

"Beg your pardon?" Draco spat across the table.

"You heard me." Hermione retorted defiantly.

"I'll have you know that the mansion is very homely. Mother's done alot to the place." Draco said in his defense.

"Well im sure she has, but the thought of you having to occupy it along with me isnt a very homely thought." Hermione glared menicingly at him.

"Well the feelings mutual. Ow Mum. She started it." Narcissa had hit Draco upside the head, as the two's arguement became disruptive. At the same time Hermione had excused herself from the table, and was now flinging the doors to the pub open.

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"Hermione Granger what was that all about in there?" Hermione's father had walked out after her, and was now gripping her by the arm.

"Oh, i cant stand him. He makes me sick. He's such a little rat. He acts just like he did when we were in school. And do you know how he acted in school? No! Well i'll tell you. He acted like a FIVE year old. Always complaining and whining when he didnt get his way. And running to professor Snape, when he wanted to get us in trouble. Oh, he was real good at tattle telling, but as dim as a bulb, i'll give him that." Hermione was pacing the sidewalk outside the pub, with a hand pressed to her forehead, the other moving wildly in front of her.

"Well you two have something in common." Herald smiled at the look Hermione shot him, "Come on, how do you think your little debacle in there, and you storming out here, looked? it wasnt the mature thing to do. Now i know my little girl, and she doesnt lose her head very often. I'm sorry you have to do this. But there's no turning back, we signed a contract. You have to marry each other, and im sorry to say, die together." Herald wrapped his daughter into a tight hug. She had always been daddy's little girl, and he knew how to talk to her.

"We cant divorce after the wedding? Ohhhh daddy just throw me in front of a car. It'll be okay. I can handle the few minutes of pain. Then think, i wont have to marry that rat in there." Hermione looked in through the window and saw Draco sitting there, looking miserable sitting by his mothers side. How ever would she survive?