Happily Married
DISCLAIMER: No matter how much I beg, plead, or try to cast a spell with a stick, I have to acknowledge that I am not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and no amount of wishing will make me so. All characters familiar to you are yours.
Prologue
Graduation Day, 7th year, Hogwarts
"…And once again, let us have a round of applause for Miss Hermione Granger, our class valedictorian for this year!"
Hermione smiled and stepped down from the podium amidst rousing cheers and applauding from the Griffindors. She had just finished the speech she had worked on for weeks. All those sleepless nights, headaches, and pure lack of inspiration were worth it, just for this honor. She glanced at Harry and Ron, and inwardly laughed, as Ginny was on Harry's lap, and Luna was on Ron's. I chose brains over beauty, she thought, and I still am happy for that choice. Hermione moved to her seat in-between Harry and Ron.
"That was great Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. Ginny, startled by this outburst, almost fell off. She caught herself and playfully hit Harry on the arm. Harry glanced at Ginny and smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, that was brilliant!" Ron added. Luna and Ginny nodded their heads in agreement.
Hermione looked at everybody and told them, "I just can't believe that it's over! I'm going to miss this place, but just think about the future. Somehow, I just don't believe Ron is mature enough to use magic without supervision." Everybody laughed, and unanimously stood up to go to the party for all the graduates.
As Hogwarts and most of the students inside it slept on, a lone figure flew silently over the grounds, and up against a window. He took his wand out and cast a spell to cut into the glass. He then softly stole into the room. Creeping to a bed, he took a trunk at the foot of it and attached it to his broom. He then looked at the sleeping figure inside the bed sheets. She turned and muttered slightly, obviously dreaming. He picked her up and carried her gently to the broomstick waiting on the floor of the dormitory. When he set her down, she started stirring and muttering again. The guy gently patted her on the back, and she sleepily wound her arms around him. Slightly chuckling to himself, he flew out, fixed the window, and flew off into the night. Once again Hogwarts settled back into a heavy slumber.
Hermione jolted awake out of her half-dreams and odd visions, wondering where she was. She glanced around her, trying to place the odd room she was occupying. This wasn't Hogwarts, or her room at home. "Where am I?" Hermione wondered aloud.
Instantly after she uttered these words, a figure slinked out of the shadows behind her back. "Awake now, are we, sweet?"
She turned around, bewildered, trying to find the figure taunting her.
"Really Hermione, I expected better of you." This statement was whispered into her ear, and the tone of it raised hairs on the back of her neck.
"What are you doing, you bastard?" Hermione screamed, fervently hoping that somebody, anybody would hear her and come down to this hellhole.
"Now, now, now…we can't have you screaming, can we, darling?" It came across the room this time. She closed her eyes and tried to block him (for she was sure it was a him) out. It failed miserably and she tried to scream again.
Immediately a hand covered her mouth, blocking all noise coming from it. "Playtime's over, pet." She struggled against it, but the force was too strong. "Obliviate," He muttered, his wand at her back, and at once, she slumped over, unconscious.
Hermione woke up in a huge, comfortable bed with a raging headache with faded, blurry images running through her head. These pictures soon evaporated into dust, as a handsome figure strode into the room. He looked vaguely familiar.
"Darling, you're up! I was wondering how long you were going to sleep, sleepyhead." He smiled warmly at her, and snuggled into the bed next to her. Before she could say anything, she was swept up in a warm kiss. Instinctively she responded, pushing her lips against his. "Breakfast is ready."
Still wondering who he was and what she was doing here, she tottered after him like a tiny child. Eventually, she figured, she would remember everything.
Hermione sat down to a plate filled with eggs, sausage, and a small stack of pancakes drizzled with syrup. A tall glass of orange juice sat next to the plate. She plopped down into the seat and watched as the guy she followed sat down across from her. His plate was empty, and all he had was a small cup of coffee. She took a swig of orange juice, and started on her eggs.
She took another drink of the orange juice. It tasted different from normal, but it was delicious.
Half a glass of the juice later, all she could do was stare dreamily at the guy across from her. Random thoughts scattered her mostly empty mind. She wasn't focusing on anything at all.
"Drink up your orange juice," the person commanded. She automatically drank it without any thought to the action. "Raise up your arm," he said next. Again, she did this without thinking. It seemed like she would do anything for him. "Now, listen to me," he said. "You are Hermione Miller, soon to be Hermione Malfoy. We have been friends since childhood, and I proposed to you at a party two weeks ago. You were delighted and accepted, which explains the lovely ring on your finger." Hermione looked down, and saw a huge solitary diamond on a platinum band. "You have been in love with me since you were eleven, and your parents were close friends of yours, until they died in an accident two years ago." A tear involuntarily slid down her cheek as her mind conjured a memory of these parents. She missed them so much. "You are an only child, and are very wealthy, and you always want to be by my side." Hermione smiled lovingly at her dearest fiancée. "Oh yeah," glancing at his wristwatch, "Call me Draco."
Immediately Draco gave her a kiss. Hermione smiled happily and kissed him back. She couldn't be any happier.
A/N: Yes, I know the first part was happier than it had any right to be, but trust me. It will obviously get darker.
