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Rows Between Fiancees

"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "And where is here anyway."

"Shut up Mudblood." Draco said sitting down in a chair.

Hermione stared at him. Her eyes were narrowed and had grown dark. Her hands balled into fists with all the anger that pumped through her.

"Where am I." She demanded.

"If you would just let me speak I could tell you." Draco said angrily.

"Well then get on with it!" Hermione cried slamming a fist down onto the mattress with a thump.

"You're at the Death Eater base. You were captured and brought here."

"Why?"

"There's a prophecy that I'm sorry to say you're apart of. You and I have to get married."

"What!" she screamed. She jumped to her feet and ran to the nearest window. She pulled the curtains aside so hard that she ripped them down. Her fingers fumbled with the locks but she couldn't get them open.

"It won't work. They're sealed." Draco said calmly.

Hermione instinctively reached for her wand but knew it wouldn't be there. They wouldn't be dumb enough to let her keep her wand. She turned around her back pressing to the cool glass of the window.

"I'm not doing it." She said softly.

"You have to. You have no choice."

"I have a choice. I won't do it if I don't want to." She said a little louder.

"Oh and what are you gonna do talk them out of it. Just walk up to the Dark Lord and bargain with him. I don't think so Granger." Draco said angrily. "Do you think I want to marry you. Do you think I want to even look at you?"

"I'm the best thing you'll ever see in your life Draco Malfoy. I'm the only good thing in this entire place. I don't kill I don't hurt I don't torture, I've done nothing bad. So don't talk about how you don't even want to look at me. I'm the best thing you'll ever see in your life." She screamed at him sinking slowly to the floor.

"You think just because you're a goody good that you can escape this. Well Mudblood I hate to tell you this but you cant. You will become my wife, and we will have a son and heir together before our first anniversary."

Hermione's head snapped up. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as their watery chocolate color stared unblinkingly at him. She began to tremble there in a heap on the floor like a small child.

"I have to have a son with you." She said softly looking him right in the eye.

"Yes. It's part of the prophecy." Draco said softly. He hated being in here but he wasn't going to be able to escape unless Voldemort saw fit to let him leave.

"Why me? Why does this have to happen to me?" she cried putting her head back in her hands.

"Stop your complaining. You don't have to soil your bloodline just for a stupid prophecy." Draco said.

"You have no idea how this will effect me." She said sending him a glare. Then she began to mumble under her breath.

"What was that I didn't quite hear you." Draco said a smirk on his face for the first time since she woke up.

"None of your business." She said her voice dripping with hatred.

"Speak or I will make sure you don't eat until the day of the wedding."

"Get out of here!" she cried.

"SPEAK!" he roared striding across the room to stand before her.

Draco could feel the rage building up inside him as she stared at him defiantly. He felt like he could beat her to death but when he realized that he tried to calm down.

'No I will not become my father.' Draco said in his mind.

"I was just saying that there's already enough happening in my life now before this." She said still glaring at him.

"Like what? What could possibly be hard for you, the brain of the trio?" Draco asked sarcastically turning to head back to the chair.

"Well for one the fact that you killed Dumbledore." She said and that made him stop dead in his tracks.

Slowly he turned to face her. His eyes were very narrow slits and what color that was left that you could see was the iciest blue ever. He looked like a formidable foe standing with his back perfectly straight in his all black outfit before her.

Hermione swallowed back the lump that had formed in her throat at uttering the words. It had formed out of sadness of that finalizing statement about Dumbledore, not fear of Draco. She rose to her feet defiantly.

He was much taller than she at a healthy six foot two. She was only five and a half feet tall so she didn't seem like much of a threat but the way she stood just emanated power. She was less than four inches from his face her eyes just as narrowed as his as they faced off. Her bushy brown hair was thrown haphazardly over her shoulders and flew wildly behind her. Her skin was pale and milky white and there was quite a lot of it showing. Her lips were rosy pink, as her cheeks burned red with fury.

Draco was equally as pale. His hair was neatly combed and pushed to the side out of his eyes. His hands were balled into fists like he was ready to swing. He stood there stock still for a moment before he spoke.

"What Mudblood, lost without the old man? Are you really that dependent on him and Potter for everything?" he said in a whisper watching her reaction.

"Your nothing but a coward." Hermione said.

"What are you talking about?" Draco demanded not backing down.

"I'm talking about that night. The night that you supposedly killed Dumbledore. I know what happened. What really happened." She said softly. This time she got to watch him squirm. "I know that you weren't even the one to do it. It was Snape. That's why you got off. You got off because Harry told the Minister that it wasn't you but it was Snape. You owe Harry your life."

That was a blow that Draco wasn't expecting. His head was reeling. How could it be that she knew? She hadn't been there. It had only been Draco and Dumbledore. He knew that they were alone. He had made sure of it.

And Draco couldn't owe Harry his life. That was impossible. How would Potter even know? This was a mystery that Draco needed to solve but he knew that this room with Voldemort watching was not how he would do it.

Draco turned away and started for the chair again. He sat down in it not even looking at her. She still stood in the same spot waiting for something to happen. Her eyes were still fixed in their deadly glare right directly at him.

"So what are you just going to walk away?" she said angrily.

"You have no idea what you're talking about Mudblood." He said turning his head toward her his eyes looking bored.

"You just don't want to admit I'm right." She said.

"Shut up Mudblood."

Hermione was fed up. She marched across the room her face screwed up in anger. She stopped right before his chair Draco's eyes watching her closely. He sat there, with perfect posture just studying her. He knew she was angry by her stance but had he not known by that he would have figured it out by the fact that she was trembling.

"Don't call me that again." She said in a deadly whisper.

"What Mudblood? Why should I listen to you?"

"Don't do it Malfoy. I can't stand that name. I cant stand to hear it come from your mouth." She said in the same tone. Something in Draco signaled to him to stop but he didn't listen. Her voice was issuing a challenge. Just begging him to say it again so she could lash out.

"Mudblood."

Hermione lost control. She flew at Draco her arms flying wildly making contact wherever she could. Her nails scratched, her hands slapped. She was moving so fast Draco had a hard time stopping her but he eventually got her.

He had grabbed her by the wrists slamming her arms down to her sides. She tumbled down into his lap where he crossed her arms across her body and held them tightly. It looked like she was in a straight jacket without the jacket. She struggled but it hurt too much to do it for long.

Both were heaving as they sat together in the chair. Draco leaned back trying to catch his breath but Hermione leaned with him. Her bushy hair had flattened slightly and was now sticking to the side of her sweaty face.

It was then that Draco felt her shudder against him. She was crying. He couldn't hear a sob but he knew just by the way that she shook in his arms that she was crying her heart out. He knew because his mother would do the same thing after his father beat her.

"What are you crying about." He said it coming out as more of a demand than he intended.

"What do you care you insensitive bastard." She said softly sniffing.

"I don't really but since we're here you might as well get it off your chest." He said letting go of her wrists.

"I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to look at you. And I certainly don't want to touch you." She said standing. She walked to the other side of the room and slumped against the wall. Her mind was reeling and she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Fine Granger then just stay over there. I didn't want your filthy Mudblood germs on me anyway."

Hermione stood again and grabbed the thing closest to her. It was a candleholder made of sterling silver with a long slender red candle in it. She hurled it across the room at him just narrowly missing the chair by inches. The candle snapped in two as she holder clattered on the floor.

Draco was up in a flash dashing across the room to constrain her. He had to hold her in the straight jacket position and drag her to the floor to calm her. He knew that he'd taken it too far for he'd never seen anyone act this way. Had it been a normal girl he would have been worried but he wasn't since it was Granger. She could take care of herself he just had to make sure she was calm enough to do so.

"Get off me! Get off me!" she screamed as she sat between his legs on the floor. His strong arms were wrapped about her making her unable to scratch and claw at him. She kicked her feet but it did nothing but make her heels hurt.

"Stop fighting." Draco said his voice more comforting than he wanted it to be.

Hermione was temporarily startled by his voice. It was soothing; the deep note that it took getting through all her jumbled thoughts and loud sounds right into her brain. She heard every word that he said clearly. Her nerves, which had been about to snap, were relaxing, as were the muscles that were tight from struggling. She felt relaxed but only for a moment before she realized whom it was that was doing it to her.

She struggled harder after that but it didn't last long. From all the struggling she was exhausted. She tried to keep fighting but her attempts were nothing more than pushing on his arms. Eventually she had to stop and catch her breath leaning against him for support. Her head hurt badly and she felt dizzy.

"What the hells wrong with you Granger?" Draco asked his mouth right beside her ear. She could feel his warm breath on her ear tickling it.

"Don't talk me." She said in a dull tone. She was so tired she didn't want to argue anymore.

"What Granger? Tired?" he said smirking though she couldn't see it.

"Yes Malfoy. I'm tired and don't feel well anymore. So please just let me relax. I don't care if you have orders to drive me to insanity and back. I'm not fighting anymore."

"I never wanted to fight Granger. It's you that started hitting and throwing things." He said still smirking.

His grip loosened on her wrists so she could take them away and stand but she didn't move. Hermione just stayed there leaning against the one person besides Voldemort that she hated. Sitting in between his legs, her head on his shoulder. She could feel his chest rise and fall because she went with it.

Both of them were hot from all the activity that fighting caused. Hermione was sweating the heat coming off her in waves. Draco could feel her heat. It was strange being so close to Granger. He didn't like it but he couldn't just throw her off him, it might cause another fight.

It was then that he realized she was asleep. He pulled her bushy hair aside and looked at her face. Her cheeks were red and he could see that she had accidentally scratched herself when she was trying to her him. Her arms had tiny scratches that were bleeding a drop or two of blood. He stared at it and a few words that seemed to have been spoken years ago entered is mind.

"She is human too, same as you or me. You bleed and so does she, it's all the same."

He stared at the Mudblood wondering if there was any truth to those words. She looked just like any other girl. But she was different somehow or so he was told. She was filthy and beneath him, but she looked just like Pansy or Marie would if they were in this position.

"Well that was an interesting meeting." The Dark Lord said as he entered the room. "Put her in the bed and tuck her in tight. She'll be here for a little while."

Draco laid her on the floor than bent and picked her up cradling her motionless form in his arms. He took her to the bed and laid her down in it pulling the soft covers down then back up over her body. She still looked flushed and warm. He could see that she was sick. She had worked herself ill.

"My Lord the girl looks ill." Lucius said catching what his son was looking at. Voldemort looked over and nodded.

"I shall make her room a bit cooler and send a house elf in to take care of her. But for now let us adjourn to the next room."

The father and son followed the Dark Lord to the room they had been in before. Draco had been able to take one final look at Granger before the door was closed. He was angry with her for not using some of that self control that she used so much in school when he would bother her. What could have caused her to react that way to a name that she had been called hundreds of times in the past few years.

"What happened in there, Draco?" asked Voldemort when they were finally seated.

"My Lord I've never ever seen the Mudblood act that way. She exploded. Normally she just ignores me but it seems that something triggered and she blew up."

"She attacked you Draco. You have a scratch on your cheek."

Draco had felt her do it but it didn't hurt anymore. He lifted his hand and ran a finger down the cut. It was funny but he didn't really mind. It didn't bother him because he knew that he deserved to be hurt like that.

"There are things going on with that girl that seem to be hurting her right now. Things that happened before we even knew it was her. She's in pain already I can sense it. I want to know what's wrong with her. I'm curious."

"My Lord may I ask why?" Lucius said carefully.

"Because though she's a Mudblood she's still going to become apart of us. One of our own. She will be the wife my First Minister and the mother of another future Death Eater. I'm concerned."

"Yes my Lord." Lucius replied.

"I don't know what it could be my Lord." Draco said thoughtfully. "I asked her to tell me but we got into an argument."

"You must refrain from annoying her. We need things to go smoothly until you are married. You might fight to no ends when your married but until then things must remain quiet." Voldemort said. "There are other ways to find her than conventional ways."

"There are my Lord?"

"Of course. That girl's mind is very powerful. I can sense things from her, like her feelings for instance. Anyone with any amount of power would be able to pick up on the waves and aura that she's emitting. Keep her calm, when she's calm the waves are small and untraceable."

Draco nodded his head understanding. There were so many things that he had to remember when it came to Granger now. He wished that things would just go back the way they were when all he had to do was hate her. Now he had to hate her but not make her mad while trying to find out what was wrong with her. He also had to marry her and have a son with her. Could life get any harder?

Later that night Draco was shone to a room that was down the hall from Hermione's. He was going to stay there until the day of their wedding. Then they would be moved to their new home. Draco was sitting in his room, which was green, as he liked it to be, when a thought occurred to him.

'Granger absolutely hates me. How in the hell am I ever going to have sex with her to get her pregnant.'

ohhhh...what will happen next? will Hermione be the one to fall for him first or will Draco fall for her? review so i'll write more and you can find out...

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