The next day Hermione would not speak to Draco. His actions the other day sent her over the edge. That day he went up to her room, feeling bad and wanting to apologize.
"Hermione," he said stepping into the room quitely.
She looked over to him before turning her back again. She had sent him a evil glare. He had seen why she was made. Her lips were still swollen and almost purple.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," he said coming over and putting an arm over her shoulder. She quickly pushed it off. She turned to face him.
"Leave me alone," she said. He couldn't take it anymore. She looked so helpless with those huge,purple lips. He pulled out his wand swiftly and tapped it on her lips muttering charms to reduce the swelling and coloring.
He grazed his thumb acoss her bottom lip when they were better. He was mezmerized with her lips. They were soft and finally back to their orginal pink color. He leaned in and before he could do anyhting his head flew to the side.
"Don't you dare touch me," she said.
"Hermione," he pleaded.
"Don't Hermione, me," she told him " besides begging doesn't suit you."
She was bitter . For the longest time she thought she was overreacting, but then she realised this was all his fault. She realised she didn't have to be nice to him. They were only getting married and it's not like he could or would force her to do anything she didn't want to do.
He left the room in anger, but she could careless. That actually made her feel better though, if he was going to piss her off she might as well return the favor.
The week went on slowly. Hermione just wanted to get the wedding over with.
On Friday, Narcissia dressed Hermione in her dress to make sure it fit right. It fit in most places except the shoulders. it was supposed to hang off of them but they were way to loose.
With a flick of a wand those they fit,a little too tight though. Hermione knew deep down Narcissia didn't like her but she tried to make the best of it.
The rest of the day Narcissia asked her questions on colors for the decoration adn what kind of flowers. Hermione didn't see the point of it though. Evertime she said somehting narcissia changd it to her liking.
"What type flowers would you like in your bouquet?" Narcissia said going down her lsit.
"Ummm,... Hydrangeas would be pretty," Hermione answered.
"No,no, thats not a wedding flower,"Narcissia diagreed "Hmmm...How about daises those are pretty."
Hermione didn't say anything though, even though she so badly wanted to. She hated daisies, but it's best not to fight.
The rest of the evening her theme colors for the wedding weren't purple and white or anything near what she liked. They were instead green and gold, the Malfoy family colors.
When Hermione found out they had family colors she almost died of laughter. 'Family colors, what do they have a mascot too?'
They wedding was so tacky, the only thing remotely nice was her dress. Everything else around it was horrible. Honestly green and gold chairs, table covers, and decorations. The she had yellow daises, which she hated.
She sighed heavily as she flopped herself down on the nearest seat. Narcissia was talking to Missy, Hermione's favorite house-elf. No doubt giving her orders for the food arragments. It had only started today, but Hermione had gotten a great deal of anxiety. It was driving her crazy the wait of her marriage. The the fact that there had still been no news of Harry was also another problem.
She cringed now everytime she saw Draco. He was always smirking at her as if he knew something she didn't. Which wouldn't surprise her.
She ate lunch quietly that day. Until she was interuppted by Draco.
"Hello, love," he said with his usual smirk.
"Hi," she said trying to ignore him. 'Ughhh,' she thought' Days like these make me realise why I hate him!'
"Don't act too surprised to see me," he said scornfully.
"I won't," she said to him curtly.
He put his hand on hers. She looked up at him. She swallowed her food before speaking.
"Draco," she said for once using his real name "Why did this have to happen? I mean, I'm sure you could have found a lovely woman for you, other than me."
He looked at her with solemn eyes, no longer smirking but frowning. He knew she wouldn't love him immediately, but he had to try.
" I did find a woman, and I hope she stays with me forever," he said cupping her cheek.
"You know that will never happen," she said, knowing he was referring to her "I sorry, but I just don't love you and I don't want to marry you."
"But that's the beautiful thing, Hermione," he said making her cringed when her name came out beautifully on his lips."You don't have a choice," he said with his smile coming back.
She took his hand that was on her cheek and slowly pulled it off. When it down she picked her sandwhich back up and started eating. Once again she continued to ignore him.
He left her once more to be in her silence, but not before kissing her cheeks. She held in her tears.
'God,' she swore to herself 'Why do I have to be such a blubberer!'
She didn't go down to dinner that night, instead she stayed in her room to think some more. It's not like she didn't already have plenty of time to do that though.
She looked out the window while sitting in he chair.
She sail a ship sailing a ways out from land. There was only a tini flick of light coming from it, but enough to se it. She sighed heavily.
"Oh Harry, my love, if only it were you," she said sadly. "Oh I hate being so dramatic," she whined.
She got up and went to close her curtains and turned off her lamp. it was early, only about 8 o'clock, but she was tired. She slept dreamlessly.
Little did she know that on that ship was Harry and Ron and many other men from the town.
The presummed they'd reached Hermione Sunday night. Though they had no clue it would be too late.
That Sunday morning was crazy for Hermione. She woke up to the sound of Draco screaming at one of the elves. Aparently they didn't put the flowers where they were supposed be.
She slammed her back down in to her pillow and scrmed into it. "This is not happening," she told herself. "I know, I can tie my bed sheets together and make a rope and climb out the window."
She walked over to the window and quickly rethought that idea. She suddenly remeber her fear of hieghts. She grimaced today would be worse than yesterday.
She cringed at the thought of it. There was no way in hell were they every going to make her spend another full day with Narcissia.
She slipped into the bathroom for a quick shower. When she got out Narcissia was on her bed waiting for her.
"'Bout time," she snapped grabbing Hermione's arm and dragging her to her room. They dressed Hermione up and put to much make up for Hermione's oppinion but she just dealt with it.
When they were done sheb looked at the mirror . Narcissia walked behind her.
"You'll have beautiful kids," the comment almost made Hermione sick "You know you're almost as pretty as I was when I was getting married. Almost."
Hermione could careless though. The only person she wanted to look this good for was Harry. The though of him made her eyes gloss over with tears. She couldn't let any of them spill though. Everyone would notice and besides her mascarra would run.
She dabbed her eyes before she straightened up and wipped her nose.
"You can does this," she told heself. "Besides what doesn't kill makes you stronger, right?"
"Who you talkin to dear," the magical mirror said.
"Oh sorry," Hermione replied "Just talking to myself."
Narcissia came back in the room. "Ready," she asked hermione before dragging her throught the corridors and downstairs.
It was going to be held in the dinning room. She tried not to be such a downner. No such luck though.
As she reached the door outside the dinning room, she meet Voldemort and Narcissa went inside and sat down. Voldemort was going to walk her down since her father wasn't there. She didn't like the idea but then again she didn't have a choice.
The music started to play and as the doors oppened she started to shake. She started to walk with Voldemort though. She felt nasuis, her stomach was doing back flips and it seemed like they wouldn't stop.
Malfoy's side was full of people. People from the portraits who she figured were realatives then a few infamous deatheaters. She looked over to her side and there was one person there. She couldn't tell who it was though. She looked so familar.
As Hermione came to Draco's side and Voldemort gave her away she knew who the woman was.
"Mother," she gasped inaudible. Now her heart were doing flips. Not for fear of her mother though. Why should she? Her mother was sitting there smiling at the bride to be.
The music stopped and Draco turned towards her. he had a smirk on his , typical. Though she could careless. She didn't even here the priest start talking. She was looking towards her mother in shock.
'She knew, all a long,' Hermione though ' Does Harry know?' She started to go crazy inside her head. He couldn't have, he wouldn't have let it happen, he loves me.
Hermione came back to reality when the preist called her name for the second time.
"Ummm," she said bitting her lip "I do." It felt like her heart drop to the bottom of her chest. She felt like crap. Thought it was only two words, it felt like the end of her world.
Hermione once again was off in her own thoughts. Yet again she was distrubed but this time by Draco's lips. She grimaced after he started to walk down the aisle with her. "It's happened ," she whispered to him in disbelief. They came to a sudden halt though.
The two front doors burst open. Draco covered hermione from the pieces of wood flying.
When he stood back up and helped her up. She gasped. A huge smile crept onto her face as she saw him.
"Harry," she said in a whispered ,in astonishment, but everyone heard her. She ran to him and hugged him. She gave him feverious kisses all over his face. Which he gladly returned with a quick but deep kiss on the lips.
"Hermione," Harry started while embracing her "What's going on, are you hurt?"
"Oh Harry," she said into his chest "I'm so sorry." She looked up at his face. "You're too late," as tears started to come down her face." I'm married." This made her breakdown she turned from him not able to look him in the face.
"But," Harry stopped, before launching himslef at Malfoy.
"Malfoy,I'll kill you," Harry said. Draco smirked. " Are you talking to me or her," Draco asked pointing to Hermione.
Harry swung at Draco but missed as Draco swooped down and punched Harry in the stomach. Harry didn't stop there though. He slammed his elbows into Draco's back and kicked him over.
"Bastard," Harry said picking Malfoy up by the collar. Hermione was watching this before she was snatced up by her mother and Narcissia.
"Let me go!" She screamed getting Harry's attention for a second.
When Harry turned it gave Draco enough time to get his wand from his pocket. Hermione was pushing and clawing at her mother to let her go.
"Harry behind you," she managed to scream before they covered her mouth. As he turned around Draco had his wand pointed at harry.
"La mémoire de son amour ,s'effacent," Draco said in a snarl to Harry. She screamed into her mother's hand as she knew what that curse was. Tears cascaded down her face.
They drug her out of the room.She was flung onto the floor of the library by her mother.
Hermione picked herself up. She wiped away few of her tears before slapping her mother.
"How dare you," the Queen said.
"How dare I, How dare I," Hermione shrieked "You bitch!"
Hermione went for her mother but was suddenly flung back into the wall. She oicked herself up and glarred at Narcissia who had her wand out.
"How could you," Hermione asked her.
"It's for the best," her mother replied "Harry wouldn't have suited you or our family."
"Who are you to decide this?" she yelled back.
"I won't continue talking if you keep yelling," Mrs.Granger said crossing her arms.
"I'm not yelling!" she shouted "And we are going to talk about this right now."
"Well waht do you want to know?"
"Why?" Hermione asked "Why wasn't he good enough, what was so bad about him?"
"He's a Potter that's why! ANd besides we don't need flith like that in our family!"
"Well if you hadn't noticed Mum, we're not Purebloods!"
"Yes , we are," she retorted.
"No we aren't," Hermione said.
"Yes we are, how do you think your father and I became King and Queen."
"Speaking of father, I bet you had something to do with Draco murdering him. Didn't you," Hermione accused.
"That wasn't my idea when we made this deal but it had to be done," she said sadly.
"Go to hell, mum," Hermione said before walking out the back way and towards her room.
When she got to her room she was met by Blaise.
"Hermione," he said as he sat in her chair.
"What do you want Zambini?" she asked angrily. As if daring him to piss her off more.
"Draco said he'd be up as soon as he showed Potter back to his ship and explained it was just a misunderstaning."
"Zambini, do you want me to kill you?" She asked as she glarred at him from her vanity seat.
"No," he said akwardly not getting her point.
"Well then why don't you get out," she said seethingly.
He got up and walked to the door, not very happy with the tone of her voice. he stopped at the door and looked at her before leaving.
"And if no one has told you yet," he said as he was stepping out"You like very beautful today. And I mean that with all sincerity."
She couldn't be mad at him. It wasn't his fault this was all hapening. She started to cry.
She heard the door open and looked up. It was none other than Draco.
"Leave me alone," she cried.
"Hermione," he said putting a hand on her's that was in her lap.
She jerked her's away as he picked his hand up.
"My mother knew ," she said having to let it out, even if it was to the person who caused it all.
"The whole time, and she didn't tell Harry," she said wipping a few more tears away "Hell she could of even told me, it would have made things so much easier."
He cupped her face and wipped her tears away with his thumb. "The thing I don't get," she told Draco and she held his hand as it was still on her face.
"Yes," he said wanting her to go on.
"Why you had to make Harry forget me," she said bitterly as she threw his hand to the side "and you then try and comfort me."
"Would you have rather me kill him," he asked getting angry with her toying with his emotions like that.
"No," she said quitely "I'd rather you have killed me."
"You don't mean that," he said holding her face. He searched her eyes but found no answers.
She had only been up two hours and felt alreay that her life was over.
"I'm 16 and my life is over," she said.
"That's not true," he retorted "Why can't you love me?"
He wasn't upset now but angry. Why couldn't she get it into her head that Harry would never love her again?
That night she had to go eat dinner back downsatirs.
"Hermione, I'm leaving tonight, to go back home," the Queen said.
"And ," Hermione with her eyebrows raised.
"Well I just thought you ought to know, " the Queen paused for a second "Its all for the best, you know."
"And thats why I'm just so happy," she said sarcastically.
"Hermione," Draco but in "She's your mother.'
"And," Hermione said "I'm her daughter but you saw how well she's treated me."
Draco stood up, he had enough this sulking and bickering. "Mrs.Granger it was pleasant seeing you agin, but I must go speak with you in private and I'm afraid we'll be a while."
"Oh it's quite alright," The Queen said with a sad look upon her face. Maybe she didn't do the right thing by having her daughter marry into the Malfoys.
When they got upstairs Hermione headed towards her room but Draco quickly stopped her.
"What?" she asked confused.
"We're married, we have our own room now," he said stupidly.
"Oh," she said forgetting all about that.
She followed him down another corridor and after a long walk they finally reached the room. She had never been down this corridor, it apparently wasn't used very often.
"Here it is," Draco said walking up to a door. He unlocked it with the key in his pocket. She looked in, it wasn't bad. It was bigger than her room. It had oak furniture and blue and silver bedspread, with matching curtains and a rug.
"Do-able?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said walking over to the bookshelf "It's fine."
"Now about this whole situation," he started.
"No, I don't want to talk about it right now," Hermione said "I'll only get madder."
"Well you're already pretty angry so how much worse can you get?" he asked not taking no for an answer.
She rolled her eyes at him. But let him continue what he had to say.
"Now about your mother, she may have 'betrayed you' but she's still your mum," he stated.
"You wouldn't understand," she stated "and besidesI'm partially mad at you too."
" I mean ," she stopped for a second as she held in her tears "You didn't have to use that spell on him! Now he'll never remember anything we had."
"I don't regret what I did. And you shouldn't lament on it either." he said.
"How can I not?" she asked "I loved him."
"You know , you say that almost automtaically now."
"What? Are you saying I don't love him? That it's just I'm used to saying it?" she asked disbelieving "You're incredulous!"
"And why are you being so dramatic?" he asked "There is no need for to always be shouting and telling us the same thing over and over."
"Ahh," she retorted "I am not dramatic."
"Yes, you are," he retorted.
"How, urgghhh" she said getting to frustrated for words.
They kept arguing and everytime he'd step closer to her. She didn't notice though.
"You're a slimy,arrogant, horrible hus..."
She didn't finish his lips rashed onto hers. She tried to push him away, but he swiftly grabbed her hands and intwined them with his. He twirled her where her back was faced to the bed. As she slowly started to kiss back. He pushed her backwards she fell on the bed as he was above her.
She looked at him confused as he looked down at her. He crawled on top of her and started kissing her down the neck. She knew it was wrong, but she would not have Harry, so why the hell not? She played with his hair as he kissed her necked . She arched her neck so he could get a better taste.
He smelt her sweet perfume and fell in love once more. She smelt of lavender and honey. He broke apart for a second and took his shirt off. He had muscles but wasn't buff, but that was ok she didn't want to be huge. She ran her fingers along his chest before grabbing his face and pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Draco pulled apart to answer.
"Yes," he asked stilling straddling hermione.
"Of you're busy aren't you," Narcissia said thorough the door "I'll talk to you in the morning then."
Draco went back down for another kiss but Hermione stopped him. She gave him his shirt back that was by her side earlier.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said.
"And why not? We're married," he almost shouted.
"It's not right," she said as she went into the bathroom with her nightgown.
When she came out she was in her nightgown and Draco was already sitting in the bed waiting for her.
"Only one bed?" she asked.
"Yes," he said stupidly.
She slid in beside him trying to make sure her top didn't go too low for him to see anything.
"Night," she said to him.
He caught hold of her chin before she laid down. he gave her a soft sweet kiss on the lips before saying "Night ,my crazy wife."
"Uhhh," she said acting offended before lying back down and tried to go to sleep.
Draco snorted a little before laying back down to sleep. 'She's so bipolar,' he thought to himself.
A/N: So how was it? I know I had Draco OOC a good bit, but you can't be romantic and an asshole at the same time, lol! Well please review and it was a bit longer!Well I love you all and I hope you liked the story!And sorry about all the grammar mistakes!