Hermione walked down a long stone staircase, her arms where crossed tightly against her chest. Her lips were extremely thin as she neared the end where a blonde-haired man she'd ran off with the night before stood waving a wand that would create beautiful rose bushes and trees lining the enormous front year and drive way. As she stopped at the second to last step the man turned around, a smile played widely across his face. "Good Morning!" He said cheerfully, this caused Hermione's expression to only sour the more. Narrowing her eyes she pointed her index finger only inches away from his nose. "I don't want to talk to, Draco Malfoy!" She yelled storming past him.
Draco looked stunned taking a double take as he turned around to follow her, he waved his hands violently through the air. "What have I done now!" He yelled, finally catching up to her side. Without looking at him she threw an opened envelope at his head. The envelope had only a few words on it addressing it to 'Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.' Draco stopped a second to stare at the envelope seeing who it was addressed to he grinned. "Oh, Hermione! Please tell me you're not upset over..this" he seemed to prolong the end word as he let out a slight chuckle. "Hermione, we only have five months until that will be your official last name!" He yelled running after her once more. "Of course I'm not upset about the name, did you bother to read what was inside the envelope, or did you think I was having a fit about nothing" Hermione stopped once again narrowing her brown eyes at him. "Well, it's been known to happen" Draco said, this only caused Hermione to stomp off making her way through the back doors onto a porch stopping at the railing she over looked the rather large back yard.
Looking around she let her arms fall limp to her side. Looking back six years ago she'd never have guessed she'd be months away from marrying her worst enemy, but then again who would have? Up until the time so long ago she was rescued everyone was anticipating her engagement to Ronald Weasley. Even Ron's mother had sent her letters dropping her hints Ron was to purpose. Thinking back she still remember some of the letters. 'I can't wait until you and Ron return home''We'll have so much shopping to do''Authur and I have been waiting ages to your return.''We can't wait to see your parents again''You've always been apart of our family its nice to see soon your parents will be apart of ours as well.' The last one was a rather obvious hint, and she'd caught on. All she wanted by the middle of December was for summer to be here. She was ready for Ron's proposal and knew exactly what she would say. Of course, nothing could ever bring back the past. So why was she thinking of it now? Why did it matter anymore? Surely Ron had moved on, so why was she still dwelling on memories from six years ago? Why-
"Hermione! I can explain everything!" Draco had made his way to her again, only now she was getting annoyed with it. "I read it, Draco. I don't need you to explain, but if I were you I'd get ready for a rather uncomfortable night."
"Why's that?"
"Well, we wouldn't want the company in our rooms would we? So I'm having Lerita charm the doors so no one but the owner's to the rooms can open them, and I have a feeling you're door is going to be intensely stubborn to let you in."
"We don't even share a room!"
"Your point is? I can't help it if Lerita makes a mistake" Hermione stated, turning around and walking back into the house so she'd have the last word. "You need to get to work and Lerita and myself will set up for this..party..you've decided to throw on my plate at the last minute." Draco let out a long sigh and nodded, with a 'click' he had disappeared.
Hermione listened and let out a loud growl, stomping through the manor she made her way outside and kept stomping through the yard, walking around to the back. Respectfully Draco had made the house a tiny bit more muggle then wizard since the old manor was torn down, but then again Draco had kept her in the dark about moving back to the wizarding world until a week ahead time, he probably made the manor more to her liking so she wouldn't have constant fits and rows about it. Hermione stomped until she got to a rose bush that was right under the large window which could see into the massive living room, or tonight, ballroom. Growling she kicked the bush violently, jumping back and falling down when she heard a loud. "OUCH!"
