Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.

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Previously on DDUP:

"Oh... my... god..." Hermione heard Mandy gasp. "That guy looks amazing."

Glancing up from the table she was cleaning, Hermione narrowed her eyes.

"Well, well." Drawled an annoyingly familiar voice. "Look who's here."

One word was buzzing through Hermione's head. Draco.

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Hermione glared at the figure standing in the doorway. Draco looked back at her, all the while smirking. Hermione took him in. He was quite tall, and his blond hair was messy. He was lean and muscular, and he did all he could to flaunt it. All in all, he did indeed look amazing. Then, Hermione's concentration was broken when she was given a small nudge.

"Lucky," whined a voice. It was Mandy. "I have to take care of somebody else. Merlin, my life sucks."

Hermione watched as Mandy walked away. Seeing no way out, Hermione waved her wand and summoned a pad and a pen. Muttering a stream of colorful curses, she walked over to Draco.

She stopped abruptly in front of him. "Well? How many?" Hermione asked through her teeth.

Draco's smirk got wider. "Tsk tsk tsk. You should be nicer. You might wake up one morning to find yourself jobless."

Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then, falsely sweet, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. How may I help you?"

"Table for two."

"Yes, sir. Right away."

Hermione turned swiftly and started walking away. She led Draco to an old table in a dark corner. The table was obviously broken and no one every really felt like fixing it. There were doodles carved into the table and the seats were splitting in a couple of places. "Here you go Mr. Malfoy," She said, smiling up at him.

"What would you like to drink?" Hermione asked, still with a sickeningly sweet tone.

"A firewiskey and a butterbeer." He replied, quite unhappily.

"Coming right up."

Draco watched her walk away. She had long hair to her lower back. The weight of it pulled down on her hair so that, instead of being frizzy, it was wavy. She had a nice figure as well, though he would never admit that he had thought that. 'Very plain' thought Draco. 'I've seen better.'

A couple of minutes later, Hermione walked back, lazily floating cups of liquid in front of her. As she neared the table, she said sarcastically, "Here you are. A firewhiskey and a butterbeer. Enjoy." Obviously, she did not want him to enjoy.

Suddenly, Hermione started to sway. The cups Hermione had been floating shot forward as Hermione fell to the ground. The liquids flew onto Draco's shirt, leaving a huge golden colored stain. Hermione looked up from the ground to see cold grey eyes glaring at her. Whoops. She thought. I guess I spilled.

Draco was mad. Really, really mad. Who did she think she was? Fire whiskey was one of the only things in the wizarding world that could not be removed with magic. And on his white silk shirt too! He looked down. Hermione was getting up from the ground and cursing under her breath. She waved her wand a couple of times and the entire mess disappeared. Except for the one on his shirt. Draco stood up and stomped over the bathroom. There was only one. He threw open the door and stalked in, slamming it shut again as he entered.

Crap. He doesn't look very happy. Thought Hermione.

"Hermione!" bellowed a voice. It was her boss. "Do you know who that was? That was Draco Malfoy! One of the richest pureblood families in the entire wizarding world. You better go and apologize and help him get that stain out or you are fired!"

Hermione trudged towards the single bathroom and opened the door. She stared. Draco was there. And he didn't have his shirt on. Indeed, Draco Malfoy was a very good looking man.

"What do you want, Mudblood?" Draco snapped.

Hermione sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "I'm here to help you clean your shirt and say I'm sorry, alright?"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Because if I don't help you, then I'll be fired."

"I don't need your help, you stupid little mudblood."

"What is your problem, Malfoy? I came to help you, for crying out loud! Like father, like son I suppose."

Draco stalked over to her and pushed her against the wall, arms on either side of her to make sure she couldn't escape. "I am nothing like my father," he hissed into her ear. "Do you understand me? Nothing."

Just then the door opened and a woman with blond hair walked in. "Draco?" She looked at them for a second, taking it in.

"Shit," Draco breathed.

"What are you doing? Who is that girl and where is your shirt?"

Draco turned around slowly. "Hello, Mother. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Am I interrupting something? Oh! Is this why you haven't been taking to the girls I've set you up with?"

This time Hermione spoke up. "Excuse me, but I think you're mistaken. I'm n-"

Draco flicked his wand behind his back and Hermione stopped short. "Yes, Mother. This is Hermione Granger. She's my girlfriend."

Hermione's eyes widened in shock. What was he doing?

"Oh! Is that so? Well then, why don't you join us, Ms. Granger? Of course, after Draco puts his shirt back on. I'm sure that Draco wouldn't mind."

"No, I wouldn't mind at all. Come on, then Hermione," Draco said, her name rolling off his tongue smoothly. With another wave Hermione could speak again.

Once Draco's mother had walked out, Hermione grabbed Draco by the arm before he could follow. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "I'm not your girlfriend!"

"I will give you 500,000 galleons."

"No. You don't even like me!"

"I'm a good actor."

"No." Hermione pushed her way past him and walked up to his mother, who had seated herself in a nice bright table that looked amazingly clean. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Malfoy. I have to leave. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no, not at all. You probably have more important things to do," Narcissa replied.

"Thank you so much," Hermione said. "It was a pleasure to meet you." And with that, Hermione walked toward the fireplace and flooed back to her house. As soon as she entered, she saw her mother sitting on a small chair in the kitchen.

"Hermione!" her mother said. Hermione could sense how worried and frantic her mother was. "We have a problem."

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A/N: I know, I know. It's been a really long time since i last updated. I tried to make up for it by uploading a longer chapter. Tell me what you think of the story so far. R&R please!