Chapter 2: Now we are in a pickle
Sorry I took so long I will post another chapter tomorrow please review and give me more ideas about this plot or others. Thanks!
Well I guess I have been told thy this story resembles the movie " the proposal" so here is another disclaimer: I do not own the proposal or any contents of it
Anyway, here it goes…
Chapter Two:
As you could probably guess, I was a little surprised by Malfoy's actions and my first instinctive response was to push him away and slap him in the face. But it's a good thing that Malfoy had predicted my actions and grabbed my hands, just as Wilson and Terry walked back into the room.
Well, we might as well make this look good…
I kissed Malfoy back passionately, making it look like we were completely consumed by passion. He drew me closer, which left my hands available to run through his blonde hair. It was a good thing that he decided to go without the globs of hair gel that day or I would've had a disgusted expression on my face rather than the love-stricken one I had plastered on.
"Ahem."
My kissing partner and I jumped away from each other, and I made my face look guilty.
"It seems like I caught you two again," Wilson said, amused. "What have I told you about having relations during office hours?"
"My apologies, John. But if you were dating her, would you be able to keep your hands off?" Malfoy asked, drawing me to him with his arm around my waist.
"It's a good thing I have a wife then," Wilson replied, winking at me.
"So what can we do for you this time, Terry?" I asked, trying to get the attention off of me and my supposed hotness.
Terry looked slightly embarrassed. "I told the Ministry of your relationship and they have designated me to be your officer during this process. I am to stay in your flat until the wedding."
I couldn't stop my look of protest. "The Ministry thinks we're lying? I am Hermione Granger, war hero and the witch that personally helped bring down Voldemort. And they believe I'm lying about this? Just so that I don't have to marry one of my friends?"
"It's not personal, Hermione. But the reasons you just gave are the reason why the Department believes that you're lying. I mean, it's Malfoy for Merlin's sake. The Hermione Granger I know wouldn't be caught dead being associated with a Death Eater."
I narrowed my eyes. "That is my fiancé you're talking about, Boot. And let's not forget that Draco didn't even fight during the Final Battle, who had been cleared of all charges, whose mother saved Harry Potter's life. And if you insult him again, you'll have to escort me to Azkaban for a different reason, rather than the pitiful reason of me lying about loving this man."
I was breathing heavily after my outburst and the three men in the room looked surprised. But they all should've known that when I get worked up, I can be a little feisty.
Wilson cleared his throat. "Well then, if you don't mind Mr. Boot, my editors and I need to get back to work. We can't have any distractions on this crucial day of the week."
"No problem, Mr. Wilson. I'll be waiting for you two in the lobby when you two get off work so you can bring me to your flat."
"Looking forward to it," Malfoy responded with a fake smile.
Terry walked back out and I let out a huge sigh. "Now we're in a pickle."
During the last free hours that we had, Malfoy and I worked out everything about our "relationship." He called for his house elf, who I made him pay after a few heated arguments, to move all of my things into his flat and make it look like I always lived there. He owled his mother to tell her about everything that's happening so if Terry ever asked. His father had received the Kiss after the war due to his many years of incriminating evidence, so that was taken care of. My parents were still in Australia and still had their memories erased of me because I couldn't find the counter-curse to my excellent handiwork. And I no longer talked to Harry and Ron about my personal life because of what happened four years ago involving Ron and a certain Cho Chang. We were ready for this next stage of our lives, no matter how unfortunate it would be.
"We work together, Granger. It's not as if this was happening right out of school when we still hated each other's guts," Malfoy reasoned, as he starting packing up his desk.
"Who says I still don't hate you," I muttered back, throwing my copy of the next day's paper into my purse.
"If you still hated me, you wouldn't have responded to my kissing like you did. I mean, I know I am still the Slytherin Sex God, but I would have expected you to at least punch me in the gut."
"I tried to slap you!" I cried indignantly, blushing.
"Oh was that with the hand that you ran through my hair?" he smirked.
"Oh shut up you," I lamely replied. "And I was not the one who instigated both kisses. Just admit it, Malfoy. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me. You want to marry me," I sang the song from Miss Congeniality.
"You know, I could just admit everything and let you marry Finnagan," he said, crossing his arms.
"Oh maybe we can have a joint wedding with you and Greengrass," I shot back.
"Why you—"
"Am I interrupting something? A lover's quarrel?"
We turned to see Wilson. "Nope, just two old enemies fighting. You know the usual," I replied, grabbing my purse.
"You may want to work on that. I know the name of an amazing couples therapist," he said with a laugh. "The annoying Mr. Boot is waiting in the lobby for you with a huge duffel bag. I guess he wasn't joking about moving in with you."
We both groaned and Wilson chuckled. "See you on Monday morning, sir," Malfoy said, grabbing my hand to pull me out of our office.
And there Terry was, with the duffel bag, chatting up Glenda. "So you're telling me that Hermione was seen out with another man?" Terry asked with fake astonishment.
"Yes, I saw her—"
"Excuse me, Glenda. Spreading lies about me once again?" I asked, in a snarky tone. "You see, Terry, Miss Glenda has had a problem with me since I started working with her. She was a reporter here at the Prophet before I came and she wrote the horoscope sections because of her ability to make 'prophecies'. When I brought out the truth that she was a bold-faced liar, and caused thousands of people to break up with their partners after her boyfriend dumped her, I had her fired. But since she's Wilson's daughter's girlfriend, I had to let her stay as a secretary. You can't believe anything she says." Malfoy looked over at me with surprise; he had never heard the whole story.
"Now, Boot, are you ready to see our home?" he asked, recovering.
"Yes, but I'd rather Hermione apparate me there."
Without a second of hesitation, I grabbed his arm, closed my eyes, and repeated the mantra: Destination. Determination. Deliberation. When I opened my eyes, we were standing in Malfoy's flat.
Terry looked surprised. "I thought Malfoy would've put up wards against apparating into the flat."
"You really think my fiancé wouldn't let me into our home?"
But really, I was surprised myself. Every other time I had to make a house call to Malfoy, I had always landed on his doorstep. I had even thought of my excuse for as to why I didn't have a key. But Malfoy appeared without looking surprised at all.
"Let me show you to your room, Boot. And please don't mind Hermione's and my things all over the place. Winky wasn't able to come in today due to personal reasons." He began leading Terry down a hallway leading to one of the two bedrooms, until he stopped halfway down. "Hermione, dear, as much as I love to see your bras, could you please take them off the doorknobs? I don't think our guest would appreciate that."
I could hear the smirk in his voice. I stomped over to where they were standing and sure enough, my leopard print bra, the one that I had purposely hidden in the back of my underwear drawer, was hanging on the doorknob to the bedroom. I snatched it off and was about to just run away from the situation, but I changed my mind.'i will just have to find a way to get him back later' I thought
"Drakie, darling? Can you please put it in the hamper?" I asked, putting the bra into his hands.
Four extremely horrible hours had past it was 10:00 I was tired from work I wanted to sleep. Remind me not that tomorrow was Wednesday. "well I am going to bed" I said tiredly. "alright I am going do go to bed too and if you two want to do something tonight PLEASE put a silencing charm!" Terry said "we will" I could see Draco smirk with my half open eyes now widely open from this comment.
Then I thought 'Oh no! Draco and I have to sleep in the SAME room, in the SAME bed, TOGETHER(maybe not), this was going till be a lonnnnng few months.