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"Oh. Em. Gee. Are you serious?" McGonagall nodded. "OMG, this has to be the greatest thing that's ever happened in my life!"

"Um, Miss Granger, there's a slight complication."
"Let me guess, I won't be able to go to Hogwarts, right? I knew it. Well, I'm not going anywhere until I finish my education here, and no one can make me. I will-"

"No, Miss Granger. By law, the heir to the throne-that's you- must marry by the age of eighteen, and produce a child within a year of the marriage. And your marriage has been arranged by your parents already."

"What?? With who? Do I know him?"

McGonagall nodded. "Quite well, actually. Your parents decided to try to link the muggle and wizard worlds-though the muggles won't know, of course- and to promote house unity within Hogwarts as well. They needed someone well-respected, influential, and-"

Well, there goes the possibility of Ron and Harry. Wonder who it could be? The house unity thing would probably mean Slytherin. I should be fine, unless it's-

"Draco Malfoy."

"Excuse me, Professor, what did you say?"

"You're to marry Draco Malfoy on the sixteenth of December."

"What?! You have got to be kidding me. I CANNOT marry Malfoy. Professor, you know that we're sworn enemies. We'd kill each other within five minutes."
"Miss Granger, it has already been arranged. You have no say in this matter. Now, you are dismissed." Still muttering angrily, Hermione disapparated.

o.O.o

Hermione was still hyperventilating half an hour later, when Malfoy returned. He took one look at her, and raced out of the room. A minute later, he returned lugging a thick book. He opened it to a marked page, and scanned it. He took out his wand, pointed it at Hermione, and did a small, nonverbal spell. Hermione calmed down.

Malfoy stared at her for a few seconds. "So you found out, huh? About the princess thing? And the marriage? And the baby?" Three nods from Hermione. "So, now what do we do?"

"We try our best to live with each other"

"And the baby?"

Hermione looked at Draco pleadingly. "Can't we just adopt one? It would save a lot of trouble."

Draco laughed. "You think our parents haven't thought of that? No, we can only adopt if one of us can't have kids. Or rather, if you can't. If I can't, all you have to do is get laid by some other guy and pretend it's mine. So unless you…" He looked at her curiously, and she turned red.
"Nope, sorry." She said, still blushing.

"Then we're stuck with each other."

"Ugh, just my luck."

o.O.o

"Why me?' Hermione asked her dorm mates. "Why do I of all people have to marry and have sex with Draco Malfoy? And my first time, too!"

"Um, Hermione," Lavender Brown started. "You realize that most of the girls at Hogwarts already have had sex with Malfoy, right? And they enjoyed it? A LOT?"

"Well, I'm not most girls, are I? Unless all of them suddenly became bushy-haired know-it-all bookworms since I last checked-oh, three minutes ago?"

"Of course not" Lavender laughed. "But that doesn't mean you can't, or won't, enjoy it just as much. God, Hermione, he's the Sex God of our entire school. He has to be doing something right if he has that title. I mean-"

"Ahem." Malfoy was standing in the doorway. "Granger, I need to talk to you. Alone." He shooed the girls out of the room.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione asked irritably. "We were having girl time."

Sighing, Malfoy ran a hand through his hair. "Look, Granger, I kind of have a confession to make."

HeeHee, I'm so evil. I'm going on vacation soon, so this may be the last update for a while, unless given incentive…And reviews are great for that…