The Arrangement Chapter 3
A new day lots of new things to do. I roll over, turn off the alarm clock, and right there is a ball of hair. "What the?" That's when it hit me. I got married yesterday to Granger. And I am in Paris. I laid on my back and groaned.
"Malfoy shut up. I'm trying to get 20 winks here."
"You could use 200.", I said it before I had thought about it. A shift kick in the leg is what I got in return.
"Merlin's Toenail! Granger! That hurt!"
"It was supposed to you were being rude, Husband dear.", Hermione said sarcastically.
"Well, I didn't mean it Wife, darling.", I said threw clenched teeth.
She really starting to bug me. Her attitude is really annoying. If it wasn't for our parents I would have requested a divorce 2 seconds into the marriage. No, wait, I wouldn't have even married her.
"Oh Merlin.", Hermione said.
"Fantasizing about Wizards older than Dumbledore, Hermione?"
"No! I was thinking about the contract of our marriage."
"And how does that bring Merlin into it?"
"We can't even talk civilized, how are we supposed to…"
"Have sex?"
The look on her face was priceless, she had turned a light red. "Yes. It says that we have to have a child by the end of the first year. Which means, the latest we can…"
"Conceive."
More red came to her face. "Yes, is March 30th."
My jaw dropped. "You mean we have 3 months to become comfortable, to not only sleep in the same bed without pillows between us, but to have sex as well? Oh Merlin!"
"I have to get pregnant then too, which isn't always a guarantee."
"So we have to do that before 3 months?"
"Probably."
I sighed. "I don't want to be a father so soon."
"You have it easy, I'm going to have your Spawn inside me!"
"Hey, it's just as much your Spawn as it is mine."
"Malfoy, we are saying this about our child.", she said shocked.
"Well Granger did you honestly think you would be married this early in life. We just graduated from Hogwarts 6 months ago. And now in the next 3 months we have to conceive a child. And this is all with the person we pretty much hate! I'm going to have gray hairs by the time I'm 20."
"I'm going to…do that with you!"
"Yeah, well no one said we had to enjoy it, it just has to be done."
Granger's face turned red. "I can't believe you just said that!"
"What it's the truth?"
"You are so ridiculous.", she got up and took some things out of her bag and went into the bathroom.
I jumped up and went to the door. "Granger!", I tried to open it but it was locked. "Granger!", I yelled as I banged on the door.
"What?"
"Get out of the bathroom!"
"Why, you're not in here?"
"I want to shower first!"
"No, you didn't get up in time, so you go last."
"It's going to take you longer!"
"Get over it!", I heard the bath being drawn.
"Granger!", I hit the door one last time and went to sit on the bed. I booted up my laptop and started writing. My online journal was something that I had locked, like I need anyone reading about me. I began to write about what had happened in the last 2 days.
Finally Granger got out of the shower and I grabbed some clothes and went into the shower. I turned it on and climbed in. About 2 seconds later the water turned ice cold.
"Bloody Hell! Granger!", I screamed. I climbed out and wrapped a towel around me. I stomped out of the bathroom. "Granger! Where in blood hell is the hot water!"
"The drain?", she asked in a very innocent way.
"You did it on purpose!"
"Oh well, I'm sure you've taken them before."
I stomped back into the bathroom and climbed back into the shower. When I got out I was shaking. I put on my clothes then started working on my hair. Yes, I do it myself. You never know what can happen when you use magic. Besides, this place is very muggle.
"Merlin!", I screamed. My hair was not working with me today. I had already opened the door as soon as I got dressed because I was so cold, I was hoping for heat from our room.
"What's wrong?", asked Granger.
"My hair! I can't do a thing with it!" I heard her giggle. "What's so funny?"
"You sounded very Metro just then Malfoy."
"Metro?"
"It's a term in America. I have a cousin who lives there, she was telling me about it. It's Metrosexual. It's where a guy who likes girls, Heterosexual…"
"I know what a Heterosexual is Granger!"
"Right, well it's when the guy likes to go and get his hair done, nails done, buys facial products, that kind of thing."
"Oh, that doesn't sound bad." She giggled again. "You can stop giggling now!" I let out a frustrated growl.
"Good grief, what's wrong?"
"My hair. It won't do what it's supposed to do."
"What are you trying to get it to do?"
"Not entirely slicked back but some what."
"Malfoy you really need to quit abusing the Gel Bottle. Let me show you a spell…"
"No! You are not using magic on my hair!"
She giggled again and a glared at her, that caused her to giggle more. "Fine, hand me some gel?"
I did and she ran her finger threw my hair. I was trying to figure out what she was doing, but every time I tried to turn towards the mirror she'd jerk my head back.
"There, it looks okay."
"Okay? My hair better look perfect."
I looked into the mirror. It was down in my eyes kind of. It was made to look messy, yet neat if that makes sense.
"Can I use a drying spell on your hair?"
"Yes, you think I would actually buy a hair dryer?"
"Why not?"
"Because they do spark."
"When they get old. Malfoy just shut up."
She started lightly drying my hair. When she was done, my hair did look perfect.
"Thanks Granger." I walked out of the bathroom.
"What was that?"
"What was what?"
"You said thanks."
I gave her a funny look. "Don't most people say thank you when someone does some nice for them?"
"Yes most people, but you, no."
"I'm making an exception today, don't think of it as some loving…thing."
"I wasn't going to!"
I went back to my laptop, unlocked it, and began typing away…again. I felt the bed sink in some as Granger climbed on it.
"What are you doing?", she asked in a weird voice.
I looked behind me and Granger was peaking over my shoulder.
"You nosy git!"
She started laughing. "You called me a…", more laughing. "Git!", this time I saw tears streaming down her face.
"Remind me to send you to St. Mungo when we get back." This made her laugh more. "Granger! Honestly. Shape up. We need to call a taxi if we're going to the Louvre today."
She stopped laughing and waited for me to call a taxi.