Childhood Sweethearts Remember

Chapter 7: Unwanted Changes

"YOU'RE SUCH A WANKER! I can't believe you did that! IN FRONT OF OUR PARENTS NO LESS!"

"They seemed quite amused by it."

In the hotel room, Draco and Hermione were having another little disagreement. He had thought it appropriate to try to feel her up on the dance floor and she had found it horrifying. Of course the parents were happy because they thought it meant that the kids were getting along.

"I can't believe I'm stuck with you. As soon as I'm eighteen and no longer have to listen to my parents rules, we're getting a divorce!"

"Wizard marriages are unbreakable, love," he laughed. "About fifty years ago, wizard divorce rates were sky rocketing. The Ministry decided to do something about it so they made a law that all witches and wizards to be married are to stay together forever the moment they say 'I do'! That means you're stuck with me for the rest of your life and quite possibly the afterlife as well. Honestly, I would have thought you knew considering you know everything," he said mockingly. The expression on her face was priceless to him and so he grinned wickedly as she screamed in horror.

"I can't believe this is happening. What did I do to deserve this?"

"Relax," he told her while rolling his eyes. "Have some champagne. Loosen up a bit...after all, this is our wedding night." He popped open a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses to the top.

"I guess you're right," she said, grabbing a cup from his hands and downing it as quick as possible. "More please!"

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Hours later they were both sitting on the couch laughing hysterically. "And then you told your mum you were just taking the rug for a walk after you spilled all of her favorite perfume on it!"

"It's not MY fault that my owl knocked the bottle out of my hand. I was just trying to bring it to you as an anniversary present."

"But then I remember that we couldn't celebrate properly because you got yourself grounded for that little shenanigan."

"I tried to bring you the rug so you could roll around in it and smell like the perfume but she said no. Said that I was grounded and not allowed to see you that whole week."

"But that didn't work out, did it?" she laughed.

"No," he chuckled in response. "Because our windows were right across from each other so we talked everyday and every night that you were there. Merlin how I hated the days when you weren't there."

"Same here. Days in the muggle land went so slowly. I tried to make friends with kids in the neighborhood but they kept acting immature and stupid. I didn't understand how wizards and muggles were so different. I could tell right away that the two races were not meant to get along. I hated muggles and they looked at me like I was a freak. I didn't understand that they didn't know about magic so I would talk about it all the time. they thought I had lost my mind and that I belonged in a mental institute."

"I remember you telling me about that."

"Yes, you were always there to comfort me. We owled each other every day." She let out a small laugh and he took her hand in his, placing a gentle kiss on it.

"I missed you so much. Crabbe and Goyle moped around for weeks when you were gone for good. It was like our whole world had collapsed. You were always the mastermind behind the operations. I didn't get in trouble anymore without you there. My parents were so worried because it seemed like overnight I had become a good kid." Now both of them laughed but it was an awkward laugh because it was then that they both noticed Draco had yet to let go of her hand.

"I'm going to kiss you now," he warned her, suddenly overcome with great desire and lust.

"I'm going to kiss you back!" she replied as she leaned in and closed her eyes, falling into the greatest kiss of her life. Granted she hadn't kissed many guys before, she was still sure that if she were to grade Draco's kisses on a scale of one to ten, he would be a twelve.

"Let's get more comfortable," he said while picking her up and carrying her bridal style in to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

"I'm drunk," she confessed before he could kiss her again. "I don't know what I'll be like in the morning."

"I'll take my chances," he chuckled while closing in on her once more. As their lips danced together in passion, his hands reached behind her back and began to unzip her dress. Though he thought she looked great in it, the idea of getting her out of it was just beautiful to him. No, at seven years old he had not had sexual dreams about her, but once he hit fourteen, his mind had wandered often, guessing what she would look like and be like at this age. He had determined that she would be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with or without the clothes.

And she was. As he slid her dress off, down her long slender legs, he admired just how delicate and gorgeous she truly was. He was so eager to be with her at that moment that he quickly began stripping himself as well. Once they were both lying there naked, he continued with the foreplay, enjoying her allowing him to be so close to her. His hands were running up and down her sides, receiving small shudders from her. As he began to position himself over her, she spoke in a nervous voice.

"Remember I've never done it before," she whispered.

He smiled warmly at her. "I'll try to be gentle but remember, ever girls first time is a little uncomfortable."

"I know. I can handle it."

Once again their lips met with one another. He used the kiss as a distraction as he slid into her nice and slow, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. He could tell she was in pain by the way she stopped kissing him back as he broke through her barrier.

He saw her wince and ceased all of his movement, not wanting to see her in any pain.

"Keep moving," she gasped, eager for the experience to occur. She questioned to herself why she was still doing this. She knew somewhere deep down that it was because she wanted it. She had as a child in an innocent way loved everything about him. That included his boyish charm, his silver blond hair, and even his personality.

She wrapped one of her arms around him, leaving her hand to rest on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her. "Make love to me," she commanded while brushing stray hairs away from his face. He still didn't move. It seemed apparent that he was waiting for something. "Make love to me now, Draco," she said once more, this time adding his name.

And with that he began to move in a syncopated rhythm perfectly in time with her. They maintained eye contact all throughout, gray staring into cinnamon. Their hips moved around and around and the room just seemed to keep spinning in front of them. It was as though nothing else mattered and the only thing they could even think of was being with one another.

She found her release before he did and she just felt like a million fireworks were going off inside of her as he kept going searching for his own release. She bit down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming out in sheer pleasure. When she looked up at him, she saw a look of amusement cross his face. He was enjoying her reactions and she smiled back at him.

He sighed as he finally reached his peek, his arms giving out as he laid himself down next to his wife. "I always do enjoy sleepovers," he said as he wrapped his arms around her and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, Hermione awoke feeling sore on every inch of her body. The sun was shining in through the windows and she wished so desperately that she could roll over and go back to sleep. She turned to find that Draco was not next to her. He had apparently gotten up earlier than she and must've went for a walk.

She got up quickly and hopped in the shower, hoping that the hot water would relieve her sore muscles but it didn't seem to help much. The water only seemed to scold her flesh instead.

She decided that a short shower would be a better idea so as soon as she was done washing her hair and cleaning herself off, she got out. She was thankful to Merlin that she knew a charm that kept away unwanted hair growth so she didn't have to shave. She used to hate shaving. Muggles had to do everything the hard way.

She exited the bathroom and got changed into a pair of jeans and a yellow tank top, feeling very cheery for some reason. She took out her wand and performed a simple spell to dry it. That was all it needed. It had straightened itself out over the years. She didn't want to leave it down that day though so she parted her hair in two and styled it in pigtail braids. Stray hairs fell in her face but that was they way she wanted it.

As soon as she was done getting ready, Draco walked in wearing...muggle clothes? Yes, he was wearing a pair of baggy denim jeans and a collared t-shirt with green and black stripes going across it.

"Good morning," he said to her. "I checked us out of the room already. We really must be off. Being sixth year prefects and all, we have to get to school a month early which our parents forgot when they planned the wedding."

She looked at him as though a month early meant nothing to her.

"A MONTH early, Hermione," he sighed. "That would be TODAY!"

"WHAT?" she practically screamed. "But I haven't packed. I'm not ready. It's late, we've probably already missed the train and ..."

"Calm yourself woman, I was just joking," he laughed. "We only have to be there a week early. I just wanted to see what you'd do."

"DRACO MALFOY!" she screamed, running over to him as she began to swing her fists, attempting to knock him unconscious and failing miserably at her task. "HOW DARE YOU! YOU HAD ME SCARED TO DEATH!"

"I was just kidding," he said in his own defense, trying to sound innocent though his smirk gave him away.

"What a cruel joke!" she said with one final swing at him which nearly knocked HER over.

"Don't get yourself all worked up. Come on, I was just joking. But I did get a letter from Dumbledore today addressed to Mr. and MRS. Draco Malfoy. Apparently he knows."

"Well I'm not surprised," she said in annoyance. "The Reins and the Malfoy family are very big names in the wizarding community. Anyone would want to know about them therefore OUR WEDDING is probably the Headline for the Daily Prophet."

"I haven't checked yet," he lied, knowing full well that she was right but not wanting to let her know that.

"Oh well," she said. "Let's read the letter then, shall we?"

"We shall," he replied, taking out a roll of parchment from his back pocket and handing it over to her.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,

Congratulations. Hogwarts is quite pleased to see the union of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape send their best wishes to the bride and groom.

On a more formal note, as Hogwarts sixth year prefects, you and the others are requested to attend a last minute convention of the Young Wizards of the World otherwise known as Y.W.W. The convention is to be held on a cruised ship and it will last for two weeks. It begins tomorrow. You need parental consent so I sent two permission slips at the bottom of this parchment. Please get them signed. You will hear more about the convention tomorrow. Floo to 45 Flammel Street by noon tomorrow and please do not be late. Oh and it will be costing a...a fee but considering you're wealth, I'd assume you can manage.

Hope to see you then,

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore.

Hermione glared at the piece of paper in anger, upset to waste her last few weeks of summer and then the parchment was set on fire. It was a small flame that Draco was able to put out right away but nonetheless, it scared him. Did SHE start the fire?

"Hermione, I think we'd better keep a close eye on you," he mumbled as he managed to salvage most of the letter.

"What was that?" she questioned from across the room where she had begun to pack her clothes.

"Nothing," he lied, understanding that she had no clue what happened to the parchment.

"I'm so annoyed that we're giving up our summer! And for what? The Y.W.W.? Give me a break! That organization is all bologna! It's run by muggle loving weirdo's who just want to pretend to save the world!"

"Hermione, do you realize what you just said?" Draco questioned, shocked by her words.

"What do you mean?"

"You just insulted muggle lovers," he gasped as though she had committed some type of sin.

"So?"

"SO? Is that all you can say is SO?" What had happened to his Hermione? Why had she suddenly changed so much over night...and what was going on with her hair? It was suddenly black and her eyes ... his fear was confirmed when she looked at him and smiled.

"At least the Weasel won't be there. He can't afford it."

Her parents had performed a spell on her, and THAT he was sure of. They must've done SOMETHING to change her! They wanted her to be more of an arrogant pureblood...well they got their wish all right.

A/N....I'm so unbelievably sorry for it taking me so long to update. It wasn't writers block per say. It was more like lack of time. I have two other stories up that I try to update monthly now and I don't know why but I sort of put this one on hold unintentionally. I'm sorry for that.

I hope to update more often now. We'll see how that goes. As for this chapter, there's a few things I want to say.

1) There is a reason Hermione and Draco were so eager to sleep with each other and I plan to address it in later chapters.

2) There's more to the whole Hermione personality change which will also show up in later chapters.

3) I'm not sure how many prefects there are for sixth year and I forget who the fifth year prefects were so I'm going to have to look that up.

4) I'm sorry for the poorly written sex scene. I disappointed myself with it but it was how I felt it would work for them so that's how I wrote it.

5) I made up the Y.W.W. It's a bad title. Sorry. Oh yeah, and the cruise will be interesting. Trust me.

6) Do you guys remember what jarvey's are? I know that J.K.Rowling wrote about them in her books but my sister doesn't believe me. She thinks I'm making it up. Am I? 'Cause from what I remember, a jarvey talks a lot and always insults people.

OK so that's it from me. I'll update soon.