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"NO!" Hermione shouted out at her parents and anyone else who agreed with this. "You can't do this to me, you just cant! I had a really great life before I knew who I was, Malfoy has always been such an evil git to me and now you expect me to marry him!"

Everyone sat their quietly looking at her, as if she was about to say something more. Though in reality, they were speechless. Hermione's anger wouldn't leave her body; it was like it was forming in a ball in the pit of her stomach.

"Dear," Susan spoke suddenly, and Hermione looked over at her, her eyes bloodshot from tears. "try to understand that your our daughter, and you are an underage witch. We have all of your rights until you turn seventeen."

"So I don't have to marry him! I'm going to be seventeen in my seventh year, and I have a choice after that school year to marry him!" Hermione said, thinking she had just won the argument. She was breathing a bit heavy; it was like a bolder was just placed on her chest.

"Actually," Rupert began now, "Your going to sign this form right here," he handed her a piece of parchment that looked like a contract, "because we're going to make you sign it. Promising that you will marry Draco Malfoy, or you will be ripped from your Hogwarts Diploma and become worthless and poor."

Hermione took the pen that Susan had out for her, she sighed, thinking this is so unfair; I'm signing my bloody life away.

She took a deep breath, feeling the air come in her lungs and out again. She finally signed the parchment and after that Draco signed it as well.

With in the next hour the Hogwarts express was waiting for them, except they were on there by themselves. Well, besides Professor McGonagle and the train engineer.

Hermione sat in an empty compartment, she wanted to be by herself with out any more bad news. Could my life get any worse? She kept thinking to herself.

Just then her compartment door opened and in walked Draco Malfoy. His silver blonde hair down and flowing perfectly, crystal blue eyes that looked icy and cold, and his ever-lasting smirk that would never leave his face.

Guess it can get worse, she thought to herself as she looked in his emotionless eyes.

"What Malfoy?" She asked after a moment or two of nothing being said, she felt annoyed by his mere presence.

"Just wanted to come and have a chat, Granger… I mean, Pattan." He said, emphasizing on the last name Pattan.

Hermione glared at him; if eyes could kill he would have just dropped dead. This meant war. "Well, Malfoy, what did you want to chat about?" She asked, planting a fake smile on her face.

Her emotions were running wild; she hated him, everything about him.

"I wanted to tell you that I don't like this marriage idea either, you think I would want to marry someone like you?" He said, his eyes cold and evil.

"What do you mean, 'someone like me?'" Hermione asked, standing quickly and facing him with her wand lowered but ready and willing to curse him any second.

Draco was then silent, his cold eyes disappearing. It was like he didn't know what to say, that he didn't know why he wouldn't want to.

"The only reason," Hermione began angrily, "that your speechless is because you don't have a reason to hate me anymore! I'm not muggle born I'm pure! So now, after all these years of torture and hell you put me through just because of my blood, you don't have a reason to hate me because you were wrong!" She shouted, tears once again coming to her eyes.

The room was silent for a long two minutes it seemed, the only sound was Hermione softly sobbing about the whole situation again. She felt like she was robbed from a real life, a life which where she could choices.

Just then something unexpected happened, Draco felt guilty. His insides burned at the sound of her crying, crying because of his words. What an idiot he felt like just then, and he wanted to make it at least a little better.

"Listen," He began, not knowing what to say he improvised, "I kind of know how you feel, and now you know how I feel constantly. Parents signing your life away to someone else, not being able to marry the person you love or do the things you love."

Hermione looked up, seeing now not the cold normal Draco but someone who had just spoken comforting words. Words she could connect with, how she felt and know she really wasn't alone for once.

"Yeah, I guess that you're right." She said, a small smile came to her face.

"That is the one time you'll probably ever admit it." Draco said laughing a bit.

They both looked at each other, not knowing what to do or to say next. This was going to be by far the longest and most exhausting year yet.

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Ok, I know its short but I'll update probably later tonight or tomorrow. Ciao for now, and I really hope that you liked it and review to tell me what you thought!

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