Don't Deal With Love

By: Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret

Chapter 7: Anger, a deal and an invitation

At the Burrow, Ron was in the kitchen eating dinner with his family and Harry, whom Dumbledore had agreed to let stay with the Weasleys for the summer. They were all enjoying a big dinner when a great, big, black owl tapped on the window.

"I wonder who that owl belongs to." Mrs. Weasley said as the others all looked up at the owl.

"I'll get it." Ginny leaped from her chair to retrieve the letter. "Oh, Ron, it's for you."

Ron took the letter from his sister and automatically said, "It's from Hermione." he looked up at the rest of his family. "Um, can I be excused?"

"Yes."

When Ron finished reading the letter, his anger was boiling over.

"WHAT!"

Then, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Ron, dear, is everything alright?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"No!"

Mrs. Weasley bustled in with Mr. Weasley right behind her. "What's the matter?"

"Hermione's parents were killed and now she's staying with the Malfoys. She also found out, which is hard to believe, that she's a Black."

"Yes, Ron, we know she's a Black." Mrs. Weasley said.

"You knew too!"

"Ron, how did she end up at the Malfoys?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"She went to the Ministry hoping to run into you, but you had already left. Then, Mr. Malfoy offered her board and room at Malfoy Manor. Dad, she can't stay there. We have to get her back!"

"No can do Ron."

"What? Why not?"

"Because, she's not yet of age. In order for her to come here and stay, she would need her guardians' permission. Her rightful guardian is Narcissa Black-Malfoy. Don't worry Ron. I'm sure that she's alright." Mr. Weasley explained.

"Well, it's late, off to bed." Mrs. Weasley stated, giving Ron a hug and both of his parents exited his room.

A few minutes later, Harry walked in. "I heard what happened. Is she really?" he asked, closing the door.

"Is she really what? Is she really living with the Malfoys? Or is she really Sirius' daughter?" Ron asked.

"Both."

"Yes and yes."

"Merlin!" Harry whispered. "She's dead! She's not safe there! We both know that."

"I know! Dad refuses to do anything about it."

Back at Malfoy Manor, Hermione was lying on her bed with her face buried in a big fluffy pillow, crying.

"How ironic is it that your parents get killed, Sirius Black is your father, my father offers you a place to live and my mother is your father's cousin?" Draco Malfoy drawled, making Hermione jump and look at him wide-eyed. "But what really gets me is that same person, the one who's been practically in hiding, the one that I've called a mudblood for the past six years, the one that is lying on this very bed," he motioned towards the bed. "in front of me bawling her eyes out over her boyfriend, is my future wife."

"Huh? What are you talking about Malfoy?" Hermione asked, glaring at him.

"Well, I can't possibly marry Pansy, now can I? And I have to marry a pureblood. And, well, you and her…I would prefer you over her." he gave Hermione the trademark smirk he usually would wear around her.

"How? I mean, you're not old enough to marry yet."

"Purebloods can marry at sixteen. It's tradition in my family as well as the rest of the pureblood families, has been for years."

"I'm sorry, but I don't was to marry you. I have my heart set on one R. B. Weasley. Thanks for the offer though." she said as rolled over onto her back.

Then, as fast as the speed of light, Draco climbed on top of her, pinning her to the bed.

"Malfoy, get off of me!"

"No, Black, I want to make a deal with you. Now stop wriggling." Hermione stopped.

"Alright, what sort of deal?"

"Okay. Here's the deal: if I get you to fall in love with me before the end of this summer," Hermione snorted loudly at the idea. "then we get married. If I don't succeed in doing such, then I'll marry Pansy and I will never bother you about it again. In fact, I'll never think about you again." Draco looked down at Hermione. "Deal?"

"It's never going to work, but it's a deal." she replied.

Draco, then, lent down and kissed her full on the lips. When he pulled back, Hermione smacked him across his face, leaving a pink hand print.

"Why did you kiss me!"

Draco smirked. "To seal the deal. I think it will work. Besides, no one can resist my good looks or my charm.

"I highly doubt it."

"Oh, I need to tell you my original reason for coming up here. Father wanted me to tell you that we're having a party tomorrow night and would like for you to attend. He said that you need to become social. You keep yourself locked up in here all day except for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Draco's expression went all blank in a pained voice he said, "Of course, we both know what kind of a party it will be."

"A Death Eater Party?" Hermione asked as Draco sat down next to her.

"Yes, everyone that's not in Azkaban will be there. Crabbe and Goyle will be there, of course. And…Pansy."

"You really hate her, don't you?"

"Of course I hate her! She's the most revolting thing I have ever seen!" Hermione giggled. "That's why I was going to ask if you would attend it with me. She wouldn't bother me if I had someone by my side the whole time. I mean, she may come by and give you a piece of her mind and walk off, but that's about all that she'd do."

"She'd know who I am!"

"No she wouldn't. A little bit of make up, a sexy dress- you know, something 'Granger' wouldn't wear -and fix your hair up a bit and you wouldn't look like yourself. Please, anything to keep her away from me? She won't keep her hand off of me. Please?" Draco asked with pleading eyes.

How could she say no? He looked so sincere. "What do you want me to wear?" she knew that she was making a big mistake.

"Oh Merlin! Thank you Hermione. You-are-a-life-saver." he said standing up and offering her a hand. "Come with me." he pulled her to the door. "I have something for you."

A/N: I understand that you were pointing these problems out to me and I'm not trying to be rude or anything like that but after I read your review, I double checked my spelling on Macnair's name and I found that we have both spelled it wrong. I have provided the paragraph that says that we're both wrong. Once again, I do not mean to be rude for doing this. In the Order of the Pheonix, pg. 788, paragraph 6 - it says this:

Footsteps and shouts echoed from behind the door they had just sealed. Harry put his ear close to the door to listen and hear Lucius Malfoy roar: "Leave Nott, leave him, I say, the Dark Lord will not care for Nott's injuries as much as losing that prophecy - Jugson, come back here, we need to organize! We'll split into pairs and search, and don't forget, be gentle with Potter until we've got the prophecy, you can kill the others if necessary - Bellatrix, Rosolphus, you take the left, Crabbe, Rabastan, go right - Jugson, Dolohov, the door straight ahead - Macnair and Avery, through here - Rookwood, over there - Mulciber, come with me!"

And I'll also explain the whole 'Sirius is Hermione's father while Narcissa is his cousin and Draco is her son, causing that relationship to be kind of gross' issue. In the Order of the Pheonix, pg.113, paragraph 8 - it says:

"The pure-blood famililes are all intrrelated," said Sirius. "If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choices are very limited, there are hardly any of us left. Molly and I are cousins by marraige and Arthur's something like my second cousin once removed. But there's no point looking for them on here - if ever a family was a bunch of blood traitors it's the Weasleys."

I'm sorry if I seem to have offended you by doing this, but I have read all six books (as I am a speed reader) at least 20 times and practically know them cover to cover by heart. Although I did recheck when you posted your review. Please do not be angry with me. I just wanted to point out those small details. Thank you for reviewing my story.

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