AN: Sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter up, I've been having a hard time finding time to type up my thoughts, hope you enjoy.

When I Come Around

Well, I heard you crying loud,

All the way across town,

You've been searching for that someone

And it's me on the prowl

As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself

Don't get lonely now,

And dry your wining eyes,

I'm just roaming for that moment…

I've heard it all before,

So don't knock down my door,

I'm a loser and a user

So I don't need no accuser…

When I come around…

Performed and Written by: Green Day

Mind Games

"I can't believe you ruined that for her AGAIN!" Ginny screamed at Ron. "You are so inconsiderate to other people's feelings," she slapped Ron's hard in the face and turned on her heel, leaving the ball room.

"Get out of my house," the Dragon snarled ordering Harry and Ron out of the mansion.

"Wait, what do you mean your house?" Harry asked, a sinking feeling hit his body like a tsunami wave.

"Just GET OUT!" he shouted in return, shoving them out the front door.

"This is not good," Harry commented as he and Ron removed their masks and trudged off of the Malfoy property.

"What do you mean? I think its great, this means that I might still have a chance at breaking up Hermione's engagement to that horrid, maggot infested pile of cow dung," Ron laughed in a better mood, "once Hermione finds out he threw us out of Malfoy's house she'll be raging pissed!"

"You are bloody hopeless mate," Harry sighed as he shook his head, Ron really had no idea how devastated Hermione would be by his actions toward her fiancé, and how upset she was going to be at Ron when she finally decided to talk to him.

Harry had never known anyone to hold a grudge longer than Hermione Granger, except for the occasions where Ron held a grudge against Hermione, which was not very often, but was happening more frequently now. Ron would get mad at Hermione over the littlest things, and then Harry would be torn between his two best friends, mostly choosing Hermione's side because he knew Ron was being stupid.

"Harry, what do you suppose Hermione's going to do if she's engaged to a Slytherin like Malfoy or Zabini?" Ron wondered, as he dissolved his magic mask with his wand.

"Deal with it, I'm sure, this Betrothal tradition is old magic, once you enter the contract I don't think there's any getting out of it, but I could be wrong. I'm just saying what Hermione's told me,"

Ginny was still at Malfoy Manor when Harry and Ron had been kicked out, she had watched the Dragon masked man kick them out and then climb the stairs slowly. She wanted to apologize to him for her brother's foul actions toward him, so she followed him into the bedroom that he had entered. Before she realized it he had his mask off, and glanced over his shoulder as she opened the door. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach, 'No it can't be…Malfoy!' she thought as she nearly fainted just at the thought of what Hermione would say when she found out who it was. 'I have to tell her, she'd hate me forever if I didn't.'

She fled from the room, racing down the stairs to the nearest fireplace. "51 N. Flag Road!" Once Ginny arrived at the Granger household she found Mrs. Granger sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. "Oh, Ginny dear, what are you doing here so early, shouldn't you be at the party with Hermione, or is she on her way as well?" Jane wondered.

"No, she's already here I believe, I told her to go on ahead of me, I was a few minutes behind her." Ginny lied 'More like a half hour behind,' she thought as she rushed up to Hermione's room.

She quietly opened the door and saw that Hermione was sleeping, after gently waking her up, Hermione removed her mask, "Oh, Ginny, you're back so early…I didn't mean to leave so soon…"

"I felt bad, and I didn't have anyone I knew to hang out with since Ron and Harry got themselves kicked out anyway, and I needed to tell you that I know who your fiancé is…" Ginny blurted out the last part without even thinking the actions through. "I wanted to apologize to him for the way Ronald was acting, so I followed him…" She paused momentarily.

"And," Hermione asked motioning for Ginny to take a seat next to her.

"It's Malfoy, Hermione; you are engaged to Draco Malfoy…" Ginny explained, not sure how to expect Hermione to react.

"What….that's not possible…Malfoy is vindictive, hateful, vile, disgusting, perverted, incapable of love, despicable, augh, and that awful smirk…he's lacking everything that my dragon has…oh my god…Draco means Dragon…how the bloody hell did this happen, how did I get stuck with that Wanker?" Hermione questioned as she came to her unbelievable conclusion.

"Well, the code name makes sense now. Hermione, you did say that Malfoy apologized to you and personally invited you to his party, maybe its because he knew already, and is trying to turn over a new leaf for you…" Ginny tried to rationalize as she and Hermione changed into their pajamas.

"GINNY, I can't marry Malfoy, I hate him with every molecule in my body, I refuse…oh my god, I can't even look at him the same now, and I kissed him! I hate him more now that I believe I ever have before for not telling me, how could he keep this to himself, that filthy, cockroach eating baboon!" Hermione hissed; she was infuriated by his tactics, "this most certainly is not the way to win my heart!"

"Maybe he really wants to marry you; and you act as if you can just decide not to marry him, you know the Betrothal Tradition is ancient magic. It's a blood contract that is not ideally broken."

"I know that Ginny, but it's Malfoy, I can't just stop hating him over night because he apologized to me and because I have to marry him…"

"And it can't hurt to give him a chance either; I know how much you hate him, and I hate him too, but you're going to have to spend the rest of you life with him."

"I know, and that's why it's going to be the worst summer ever in the history of Hogwarts' students," she sighed as she turned out the light and they tired to go to sleep.

"I just have a question for you, know answer me honestly, and with out being biased; how was that kiss?" Ginny giggled as she lay on the bed that was next to Hermione's.

"If you really must know, before I knew it was Malfoy, it was incredible, the most electrifying feeling of bliss," Hermione sighed dreamily.

Over the next eight weeks, time seemed to crawl for Hermione, she hadn't written back to any of the twelve letters that Dragon had written to her, in fact she hadn't even bothered to open any of them. On top of that, the morning after the party she found her head filled with the voice and thoughts of some guy she didn't even know. She wasn't sure how it happened, but this person had made his way into her mind, and was very worried about what his girlfriend or whatever she was to him was thinking. She hadn't replied to any of his attempts to contact her. Hermione tried to comfort him, not sure if he could hear her like she could hear him.

It was a week before her birthday when the voice in her head finally asked the question she had been anticipating, 'Who are you anyway?'

'Well…I'm…I'm not entirely sure if I should tell you who I am, who are you?' she demanded in her thoughts.

'I asked you first,'

'I'm Hermione Granger…'

'GRANGER, how the hell did you get into my bloody head?'

'I should be asking you the same thing,' she declared, silently demanding to know who had intruded on her thoughts.

'This is a bloody nightmare,' he thought in her head, and just as he had appeared from no where, he disappeared just as quickly.

"What's eating you today, besides your woman not speaking to you," Blaise asked as he and Draco walked along Diagon alley.

"You know how I told you about the girl in my head? Well, it turned out to be Granger," Draco sighed heavily.

"How did she…"

"I have no idea; I've been trying to figure that out myself. It just doesn't make any bloody sense, it's not like we touched, I've not ever heard of anything like this, usually there has to be some sort of physical connection, like a kiss…" Draco stopped dead in his tracks.

"What," Blaise asked as he saw the look of pure horror smothering his best friend's perfectly featured face.

"The only woman I've kissed all summer is her…I've got to get home and find that book, come on you're going to help me," Draco ordered, grabbing Blaise by the collar and dragging him back toward Malfoy Manor.

"Well no shit, thanks for that insightful update Captain Obvious!" Blaise teased.

Three hours later, after going through every book that even mentioned the word Betrothal or Marriage, and even some that didn't, Draco and Blaise found the two volume set they had been in search of. "So, look for anything that has to do with the miniscule Betrothal Tradition laws, details, rules, whatever you want to call them," Draco directed as the two of them scanned the chapters of the books.

"I think I may have found something mate," Blaise commented, "it says right here that if any prolonged physical contact is made before the official announcement of the engagement, then the minds of the betrothed have a chance of becoming connected. Although this is typically a rarity, it happens commonly between couples that possess mutual disdain for each other, in order to help them better understand themselves, and their partner, as well as help them learn to love one another." Blaise read out loud.

"I think I need to strangle the life out of some poor defenseless animal," Draco mumbled sarcastically, "anything else I should know while we're at it?"

"Not so far. So what this means then, is that Granger is your fiancée, because you've only kissed her, as you said before; and now Granger's thoughts are in your head, that explains a lot, don't you agree,"

"Yes, it explains far too much."