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What is she going to do now? This was not meant to happen. She was not meant to be taken away in the middle of night, without her knowledge and get married with the use of dark magic to her best friends enemy, who happens to be on the dark side, on a day when they could possibly be only months away from full frontal war. This did not fit her plans at all. She was going to start her last year at Hogwarts in a week, and was fully devoted to the order. Why didn't she keep that time turner. It could have reversed this entirely, but no, she was noble and handed it back, and now she is stuck being the wife of a pure blooded, arrogant, egotistical, bouncing ferret. How life mocks her. A thought suddenly occurs to her; she is no longer Hermione Granger, but now she is Hermione Malfoy.
She sat down on the bed she woke up in only a few hours ago, defeated. She could think of no way out of this predicament. She looked at the mark on her left hand. She knew Malfoy had the same mark on his left hand, and she noticed how he paled when he saw it. Only a few people use dark magic at their wedding nowadays, with the mark, changing ever so slightly to suit the personalities of the couple, as proof of the ceremony. She knew the laws of a dark magic wedding as well as Malfoy did; and there was no escape. They were bound together for as long as life itself, if not longer, and they had many other charms, some which they would have no idea of, entwined with their marriage vows that included a fidelity charm, meaning neither one could cheat on the other. They were truly and utterly stuck together for eternity. The fact that they were bound so finally, without a chance of escaping made Hermione wonder who had arranged this. A lot of planning must have gone into this, to make sure it occurred without a hitch, and that meant that there was a very specific reason for it to have happened. Especially as it was done without their knowledge. Whoever organized this knew they would have protested, which meant they knew all about Hermione and Draco and they also knew that they were both together in this particular room, and could possibly be watching them.
Hermione looked up and saw Malfoy pacing around the room. He looked troubled and she could make an educated guess as to why. The reason was plain and simple, yet the consequences were far from that. She was a mudblood, he was a pureblood, they hated each other and they were married. That immediately meant trouble. But they could sort something out about that later. Now Hermione's priority was to get them out of the room to talk properly, without anyone realising what they were up to. The difficulty was that if anybody was watching them, she couldn't just yell it across the room. She had to get Malfoy to realise it before anyone else caught on. Writing it down was too suspicious because that could make it look like she was hiding something and it would be easy for anybody to check what she wrote. So how can she pass a message to Malfoy and make it look like a normal exchange. There was only one way she could think of. And she hated the thought of it.
"Malfoy" Hermione said softly, trying to get his attention. It didn't work. She tried a different way to get him to notice her.
"Draco" That word definitely got his attention. It was completely out of the ordinary. He stopped pacing and just stared at her.
Hermione took a deep breath. "Draco, look, I was thinking. We are legally a couple now, aren't we? Well there was something I was dying to do, in all the years we've gone to Hogwarts." She started to walk towards the frozen boy; no he was no longer a boy, but a man. Hermione's voice started to get husky subconsciously. "I heard all about your talents from every girl in our year. Even from girls that weren't in our year. Lavender, especially, would never shut up about how absolutely great you were. I want to see if that was all talk or whether it was actually true."
Hermione was now standing directly in front of a vaguely interested looking Malfoy, hating herself for doing this. She traced his jaw line with her finger and started to lean forward, so her face was level with his. When her lips were only a fraction away from his, she whispered huskily, "Would you mind?" Malfoy's only reaction was to smirk at her, as if he wanted to say 'I knew you would come to your senses about me', but didn't want to ruin the mood. However, instead of immediately kissing him on the lips, as Draco was expecting, she pressed her lips lightly on his chin, and started to kiss up his jaw line, towards his ear. Once she got there, she started to lick his ear lobe and suck on it. As soon as he had relaxed, feeling comfortable that this was no trick, she subtly whispered in his ear "We're being watched, we need to get out of here"
She suddenly tore her lips away from his ear and pressed them on her new husband's, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him no time to react from her statement. Hermione only meant it to be a short kiss, so Malfoy wouldn't say anything stupid to screw up her plan, but Draco had other plans, using his tongue to deepen the kiss. They stood there for ages; their tongues battling for dominance, all their hatred towards each other being released in this passionate kiss. Hermione knew she definitely should have stopped the kiss by know, but the traitorous part of her body told her that she was enjoying this way too much. Draco had wrapped his arms around her waist and now they were starting to travel upwards on her body, exploring her curves. She moaned into the kiss and could feel Draco smirk. That was all it took for Hermione to come to her senses and break the kiss, using all her strength not to slap him for making her feel good about that kiss. Making her like it. Making her want more.
"So, did I live up to your expectations?" A very satisfied Draco asked.
"You were better". Hermione looked shocked at her answer. That wasn't meant to come out. She was going to say some smart remark about how she had had better. Not that he was great. He's never going to let her forget that.
Draco was still holding her around the waist and he looked at her, knowing that she didn't mean to say that. The thought had never occurred to him that anyone was watching them, and he was a little annoyed that Granger thought of it first. He knew that if there was a spy somewhere it was crucial to get out of that room, but he might as well make Granger a little flustered first.
"I was better wasn't I" Malfoy smirked. "There are also plenty of other things that I'm better at. And considering you will 'never get into my bed willingly', there are plenty of other places I can show you what they are." He paused, waiting for her reaction. He was disappointed at first, because he didn't get the response he expected. But the one he got was better.
Hermione however, had caught onto where this was leading, and had also realised that Malfoy was trying to make her flustered and embarrassed. Well, she would show him. She was not someone to mess around with. She closed the gap between them, so her body was touching his and whispered, "I want you to show me all the good things you can do to me Draco. But I think we should continue this somewhere else, don't you" And with that, her mission had been accomplished. They had a perfect way to leave the little room, and not get anyone suspicious, and she showed Draco Malfoy that there was no way he could intimidate her.
Within seconds Draco grabbed her arm and they apparated away.
Hermione felt the unforgettable sensation as the room swirled around her and a faint crack was heard, and the familiar surroundings of Diagon Alley came into view. She spun around and glared at Malfoy.
"You took us to Diagon Alley? A place that all the wizarding population of London goes to, which means that there are at least 5 people, if not more, that know us here. That could see us at any second, and could ask us why the hell are we, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, standing together in the middle of Diagon Alley."
"It's not Granger anymore is it?" He snarled in defense. He knew it wasn't the smartest move, but it was the best he could think of at the time.
"Argh you smug bastard Malfoy. We have to go somewhere nobody will recognise us." She started to drag Malfoy to the Leaky Cauldron, carefully avoiding the area, people that would recognise them would be. Once they had got there, she walked him over to the door that led to muggle London, where he suddenly stopped.
"NO. I am not going into muggle London. I refuse. I will not dirty myself with the muggle things in there." Draco had never been in muggle London before and they way that his parents had described it, there was no civilisation and that there was dirt everywhere. What he didn't expect was for Hermione to drag him through the door and for nothing to look different at all.
"Why the hell did you take us to Diagon Alley, who knows what type of people would have been there Malfoy. We could have apparated into a group of Death Eaters and then we would have been as good as dead."
"I just figured they wouldn't expect us to go here. They would have thought we'd go to a place to shag or something like that. I mean that was what was about to happen." The smirk just would not leave his face today, it seemed to Hermione, but her reaction did nothing to make it go away, if anything it just made it worse.
"You…you thought I would actually shag you? Me? You have got to be kidding. The thought just makes me want to throw up"
"Look Granger. We are not allowed to cheat on each other, which means if you ever want to shag again for the rest of your life the only possible contender is me. So you're going to have to get over yourself and deal with the fact that eventually you are going to need a shag and you're going to have to come to me to get it. But at the moment I think we have a few more problems than your reluctance to shag me. We are married, which means that everyone is going to find out sooner or later; that is if they don't already know. Who knows what happened last night. What I do know, though, is that if my father finds out that I have married a mudblood I am as good as dead. And that goes for you as well."
Surprisingly, Hermione looked like she had solved the problem already. "I will find a way out of this. There has to be a loophole somewhere, but until then we need to maintain our safety. I hate to say this, because it destroys my identity, but if the problem is that I'm a muggleborn, then we are just going to have to change that. We can't kill me off thankfully, because you would still be affected by the wedding vows, so we just have to turn me into a pureblood."
Draco took a deep breath and started to explain very slowly, hoping Granger would pick up the problem with her previous statement. "Granger, I don't think you have understood the concept of pureblood and mudblood. You become a pureblood if your parents are both magical and you become a mudblood if your parents are both filthy muggles. You can't turn a muggle into a magical person, and even if we can, your pureblood status would still be way below mine, which is just as bad."
"Malfoy. I'm not saying we change anything about my parents. But I am a witch; I can do magic. All we need to do is find a pureblood family that has a very high status, apply a few very strong memory charms and I become their long-lost daughter, who happens to be a pureblood. Of course, you knew all along and we fell in love and decided to get married. Simple as that; however disgusting that may seem."
"I suppose that could work. But there is one big problem you haven't though about yet…"
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