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"Ahaha. To who? Professor Snape?" Hermione joked.
Nobody laughed.
"To Draco of course. This marriage would be the highlight of the century and it would link two powerful pureblood families together. Oh the mere thought makes me burn with excitement."
"If you're so excited Mrs. Menos, why don't you marry the git yourself?" Hermione said with clenched teeth.
"Well I would but I'm rather old now. Such a pity."
Hermione looked appalled at her mother and turned to look at Narcissa instead. "Aren't you against this at least?"
"Not at all. I mean, I'm pureblooded and you're pureblooded. What's there to dislike? Plus, I adore your mother so very much. It'd be great to become in-laws." Narcissa smiled at the idea.
"Well, the ferret would never agree anyways. So pop that crazy thought bubble."
"Agree to what?" came a masculine voice from the back. Draco had just come out of his room when he heard ferret. He had every intention to throttle Granger but there would be a time for that later. For now, his curiosity got the better of him.
"Agree to what," he repeated.
"Oh pumpkin. You don't need to worry about a thing. We'll take care of everything. Just wear something decent on the Saturday two weeks from now. We wouldn't want to see you get married in boxers now would we?"
Draco looked down and saw he was indeed in light green boxers. But wait. WHAT?
"I'm getting married in two weeks? No bleeding way!"
"Yes bleeding way. You're getting married to Hermione."
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"Bear. It's not fair. I don't want to marry that stupid jerk." Hermione complained as she sipped on her strawberry smoothie. They were at a small café near Malfoy's residence.
"He's not stupid," bear muttered.
"What was that?" asked Hermione.
"Nothing."
"I mean, I'd rather marry you and I don't even know who you are." Hermione exclaimed. "At least I'm comfortable around you."
"You know what bear? I never thought I'd end up marrying someone I didn't love. Life is so surprising sometimes."
The bear patted her back comfortingly.
"Maybe you'll end up liking him with time," said the bear.
"Right. As soon as Hagrid wears a mini skirt." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I'd prefer not to think about that Granger. It's unpleasant imagery."
"You're welcome bear." "OH. And what should I do about Viktor? He probably expects me to call or something."
"Just forget that dumbass. You can do better than him," the bear replied.
"You're getting jealous over Viktor again aren't you? Tell me the truth bear. You like me don't you?" Hermione elbowed bear in the side playfully.
"No way." Bear folded his arms over his chest.
"Are we in Egypt bear?"
The bear sputtered and half-shouted, "No I'm not swimming in The Nile."
Hermione laughed. "Aww you knew what I was going to say. That's no fun. But honestly, you sure you're not in denial?" Hermione asked with a slight glimmer of hope in her voice.
"Why? Do you wish I was?"
"No way." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest.
"Now who's swimming in The Nile?" Bear mocked.
Hermione scoffed but didn't say anything. She simply stared at a spot behind Bear where Ginny and Harry were making their way over.
"Harry, Ginny. What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
"We thought we'd try a date in the muggle word for once," beamed Ginny.
"Ya. We wanted to try the soufflé this café is famous for too," said Harry.
"But enough about us. Who's this Hermione?" Harry inquired.
"Um. Harry, Ginny, this is…Bear. Bear, this is Harry and Ginny."
"Wow Hermione. Dating a bear now eh?" Harry joked.
Hermione reddened and quickly said they were just friends.
Ginny and Harry shared a look before deciding to grab a table of their own.
"We'll see you around Hermione… and bear." Ginny gave Hermione a wink which caused the latter to flush some more.
"So Granger. When did you start digging me eh?"
"I'm not! Shut your holes!" and with that she left the café leaving behind a thoughtful bear.
"Holes…?"
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'What's wrong with me? Why am I so flustered?' thought Hermione.
'I can't possibly like bear. I mean, I've never even seen his face before. He has a nice voice but he could very well be a troll underneath!'
'Plus, I'm getting married in two weeks... I can't like bear. I just can't…'
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The following day was spent shopping with her mother for a wedding dress. Why Draco had to tag along was a mystery.
After going through about twenty dresses Mrs. Menos shouted "That's the one Hermione!"
Sure enough it was gorgeous. The dress was white with a slight tinge of lavender if you looked at it from a certain direction. It was off the shoulder and the tail flowed about three feet behind her. The dress itself clung to every curve like a glove and there were intricate patterns all along the dress.
Even Draco had to pause in his yawning to take a closer look.
"You look…different," was the only half-compliment he was willing to disclose.
They bought the dress and went back to the Malfoy residence. Once there, Mrs. Menos said, "Oh right. It's about time you met your father."
"Lexe. Get your arse down here."
Two minutes later an elegant-looking man in his forties came down the flight of stairs and paused to take a good look at Hermione.
"She looks just like you did when you were younger Rebella," he told his wife. "Absolutely wonderful," and they shared a kiss in front of the kids.
"Old man. Do that somewhere else would ya?" hollered Draco.
"We'll be telling you that soon enough" chuckled Lexe.
"Ugh. I'm leaving," said Malfoy as he turned to leave.
"Me too. I can't stand the sight of seeing parents snog. Gross."
As the two walked out they could hear their parents going on about them being "more alike than they thought."
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They walked in silence for the most part though there was the occasional insult here and there.
"Why are you following me Granger," Draco demanded.
"Don't be conceited. My house is this way," muttered Hermione.
"Whatever. You're following me because you can't resist me can you?"
"As if! You're the one who didn't object when our parents told you who you were marrying!" shouted Hermione.
"I was just too shocked to speak alright?"
"No. More like all your dreams of wrecking my life has come true."
"You think I want to marry your know-it-all highness? We're in this predicament because you kept pestering me to tell you where your parents are. You should never have come to bugger me in the first place. Then none of this would be happening. Don't flatter yourself with the idea that I want you. It's near impossible even if you are pureblooded now."
"I don't want to hear this coming from a jerk like you. Why don't you tell our parents instead?"
Draco took several deep breaths to calm himself. "You think they'll listen to me? Once my mother is set on something she never turns back. You're stuck with me Granger, whether you like it or not."
With that, he turned left and walked away. Hermione was left to think.
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The following day brought curious news. On the front page of the Daily Prophet there was the bold title "Famous Bulgarian quidditch player Viktor Krum confesses that he is dating War Heroine Hermione Granger." There were even pictures of them at Olive Garden Restaurant chatting happily.
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