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"I suppose that could work. But there is one big problem you haven't though about yet…"

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Hermione looked sceptical, she never leaves out important details. Who was he to imply that she had. "And what might that be?"

"That someone has gone out of their way to get us married and now they could be watching us. They will know that you're not a mudblood. We might even have tracking devices on us for all we know. It's impossible to know what happened last night, and now we have to go sneaking around changing history just so we can survive. This is completely ludicrous. Not only that, but out of all the people I could be married for eternity to; it's you. Hermione Granger: Gryffindor princess and know-it-all prudish bookworm."

"I don't see what the problem is." Hermione said simply, having no idea what Malfoy was going on about. It was almost as if he was just jealous that he hadn't found a good solution so he was trying to undermine hers, and he was just stalling until he could think up an appropriate dilemma. Well she wasn't going to stand for that. If she had to spend the rest of her life with Malfoy she was going to show him that she was 100 times better that all that pureblood nonsense he was full of.

"All I'm saying Granger –"

"You said it yourself, my name is no longer Granger. You can't call me that anymore." A very smug Hermione pointed out.

"Do you want me to call you mudblood?"

"Technically you won't be able to soon" She remained smug.

"Then I'll have to call you Granger regardless of any recent changes." Draco sighed impatiently. "All I'm saying is that we don't have a good reason why you've suddenly become a 'pureblood'. It will look suspicious if you turn up at school after 6 years and say 'Oh, by the way I am a pureblood, and not a low, disgusting mudblood.'" Draco used a high pitched and girly voice to imitate Hermione. He knew it wasn't really that much of a problem, in fact he knew that it would be east to think of a cover story; he was just pissed off that he hadn't thought of a good idea, and he wasn't going down without a fight. He knows that Granger is way below him and she shouldn't make him feel stupid and insignificant. She shouldn't have brought him into a dirty muggle place in the first place, and, from the looks of things, they were now standing in a disgusting alley, which were naturally ten times worse than wizarding alleyways. And Hermione Granger definitely should not make him feel worthless. He was a Malfoy for Merlin's sake.

"I would say that there are two possibilities of the person who organised this whole thing." Hermione had learnt to ignore the times that Malfoy insulted her. He only did it to get a reaction out of her and she refused to give him that kind of satisfaction. Instead she just focuses on something more important and doesn't even acknowledge what he calls her, no matter how hard it might become. She continued. "Because you are from the dark side, it's possible that You-know-who planned this as part of his sick plan, to either get rid of you for marrying a muggle-born, or get me onto the dark side. The other possibility is that Dumbledore arranged this whole thing to get you to join the order and become a spy. Whichever one it is though, I want to strangle them with my bare hands."

The feeling's mutual but we are going to have to learn to get along. If we are going to survive this war being married, not only to we have to bear each other's company, but we also have to pretend to be in love. Which includes being on public display, all the time; every minute, of every hour, of every day. Not only that but we will have to show enough affection to make this 'marriage' look…"

Before Draco could finish his rant, both he and Hermione heard two voices approaching the alleyway that they were standing in. To Draco's horror, one of them sounded oddly familiar. Too familiar. As the person spoke again, it only took him a second to figure out who it was. It was his father. He froze. He knew that his father couldn't catch him in the middle of this alleyway with a mudblood. He would most definitely be killed on the spot. But he had also worked out that he couldn't get out of the dead end alleyway without his father seeing him in the process. He couldn't apparate, because he had no idea where to go, and the crack would alert his father someone was there. As his brain rapidly thought up multiple scenarios of how to escape from this particular situation he noticed Hermione standing next to him, doing the same thing. He felt a challenge; he had to be the one to think of a good idea, so he could show Hermione that he had money, good looks and brains. He started to think; what do most teenagers do whilst in an alleyway? As long as his platinum blonde hair isn't obvious, they can pass as normal muggle teenagers; he shuddered at the thought. And what do normal muggle teenagers do? Obviously, they snog.

Unsurprisingly, for Draco, the thought of making out with a mudblood was too disgusting for words. He knew that she was the only way he was going to be able to release his sexual frustrations but he really didn't want to fuck her; at least not yet. Although, to speak the honest truth, he was highly enjoying attempting to embarrass her about the concept of sex. He knew she must be a prude and still be a virgin. Who would really lower themselves to the standard of a mudblood? But he also knew that if he didn't hide himself from his father he would die. He could have gotten away with being in an alleyway with a mudblood if they were not in the muggle world, but if he was caught being in the muggle world, his father would jump to the complete wrong conclusions and he was always the type to act first and ask questions later. However, after the display this morning from Hermione, he knew she had a bit of talent up her sleeve. He might as well make the most of what he had. Conflicted between admiring himself for coming up with a foolproof plan, and hating himself for willingly setting himself up to lock lips with a mudblood, he quickly grabbed Hermione's arm and dragged her towards him, as he backed into the wall of the alleyway, he need to live, winning his inner conflict.

"Look Granger, my father is most likely going to walk into this alleyway, and he is going to kill me if he sees me here with you. So we need a way to hide my body and hair from my father, so if we start to snog in the shadows, he won't notice us, and even if he does, he wont bother us." Expecting her to nod and agree, like all the other girls do when it comes to being physical with him, she surprised him once again, when she didn't.

Instead, she suddenly stepped backwards, out of his grasp. "That's your answer for everything isn't it Malfoy. You just always have to resort to sex don't you?"

Draco couldn't understand Hermione's change in attitude. "So it's good enough for you to think it up this morning is it, and not good enough for me to do the same? Or is it not the idea that you have a problem with, but the fact that you actually like doing it?" he smirked.

Hermione huffed in response. He was dead right. She didn't want to do it again, purely because she knew it would give him power over her if he knew she enjoyed it. And admitting that he had power would make her life hell. But, thinking about it rationally, she realised that they were running out of time. They didn't have any other way out of the alleyway and the voices were drawing nearer every second. She hated being wandless, it made her feel so exposed, so with a sigh she pulled off her top, making her feel even worse, and walked closer to Malfoy, resigned to her fate. Malfoy's eyes widened as she took her top off, and then started to explore the newly exposed skin. They definitely liked what they saw. He smirked.

"I thought you liked me Granger, but to start undressing already is being a little optimistic isn't it?"

"For your information Malfoy I'm not undressing so you can feel me up, I figure that if you father had anything to do with last night's events he would know what I was wearing. You had better do the same, its better to be safe than sorry. Wouldn't want to be caught out for something stupid, especially if we have to go to such lengths to hide from the inevitable." She said in a hushed whisper. As an after thought she added "And you had better hurry up, because they are almost here."

Draco quickly discarded his shirt and drew Hermione to him, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his lips to her, deepening the kiss, just in the nick of time, as his father and companion came into sight, and only saw two half naked teenagers snogging in shadows of the alleyway. During the process and panic of trying to hide, the reason why his father was in an alleyway in muggle London never occurred to him.

From where they were situated, both Draco and Hermione were able to hear what the two intruders were saying. One was Lucius and the other one was obviously a woman, but one which neither teenager could recognise from her voice.

"There are two teenagers standing in the shadows, Lucius. Should we dispose of them?"

Draco almost froze, and felt Hermione tense up. He hadn't thought that by pretending to be muggles, his father would not hesitate to dispose of them, as the woman had so bluntly phrased it. He realised what a risky plan he had forced Hermione into. He has stupidly sent them to their death sentence. He froze as he waited for Lucius to respond.

"Don't worry about them. They are probably too involved with each other to even notice that we have been standing here for a while. However, I think we have more important matters to take care of."

That surprised Draco. He expected Lucius to rise to the challenge of 'disposing' them. What he didn't expect however, was for his father to ignore them. That should have made him realise that something was wrong. That something was different about his father. But Draco was never brought up to wonder about why anything happened. To wonder why his father just happened to turn up in muggle London, in the exact same place as he was, and not hurt them in any way. Instead he just accepted that it was happening and the fact that he just had to deal with it.

Lucius continued. "I know that you aren't telling me something and that something has everything to do with Draco Malfoy. You know exactly what is going on, and unless you want to die I think you should tell me."

The woman's voice seemed defiant to Draco. She didn't seem to sound threatened by Lucius at all.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but even if I did know, I wouldn't tell the likes of you. So why don't you go and tell the dark lord that I didn't tell you anything that is going on with the damn boy. I don't see why you can't find someone else to torture, I wont put up with it anymore. And we both know that you can't kill me, I am too important for that."

Lucius sighed impatiently, choosing to ignore the woman's previous statement and knowing that he wasn't going to get an answer yet. He would have to take another approach, another time. "I swear once I get my hands on that boy I will kill him." he sounded furious and with those final words he apparated away, leaving behind an equally frustrated woman. It was only then that Draco snuck a glance at the woman who was left standing there. Out of all the women it could have been, the one it was, surprised him so much, he almost gasped aloud, if it wasn't for Hermione's lips over his.

Once he heard the woman's retreating footsteps a few minutes later, he began to notice the embrace the both he and Hermione were in. Her hands were up around his neck, one trying desperately to cover the obvious blonde of his hair and his hands had travelled down to the top of her thighs, pressing her body to his, leaving no space in between them. He was surprised that he hadn't noticed the fact that he had gotten very hard, but it was very clear now, and he unconscious grinded into Hermione, trying to release some of the tension. She responded in a way that made it worse, more uncomfortable, instead of helping to get rid of it. They had completely disregarded their situation, unaware of what might have been going on in the alleyway as the kiss started to become almost rough, as their pent up emotions came out, the hatred between one another, the terror of their recent situation, the desperation of never kissing another person again and the hopelessness of the entire situation they had been wrapped up in against their will.

Only when both Hermione and Draco had lost their energy, drained by the psychologically demanding day did they break the kiss and slowly step away from each other, both unaware of their mutual feeling of awe for the other. They stared at each other in a daze before a loud bang in the distance broke the connection. Over the day they had been moving around so quickly that the reality of what has occurred hasn't really set in until this moment. And now the fact the Draco's father wanted to kill him has complicated things even more. It seemed like their was no rest for either of them, but they both knew what they had to do first, which was to secure their safety before anything else could happen.

"We really need to make me into a pureblood now" Hermione whispered, as the slowly walked out of the alleyway together, completely unaware of how many changes were going to occur due to this day. How much each of them were going to change; for the better, or the worse, nobody could guess.

A/N: Once again I'd like to thank all the people that reviewed my story; it always feels good to hear some feedback

I had major writers block and ended up re-writing this around 6 times, so I hope its ok, its probably not one of the best chapters, but there is some crucial information in this, which will make more sense later down the track, but everything needs to be set up first. But I promise that things are going to be getting more interesting from now on, because in the next chapter or so, they'll be going off to Hogwarts, which guarantees some fun.

But anyway; if you don't review and tell me what you don't like then I can't do anything to change it.

Thank you again to all those who reviewed, and I hope you enjoyed the chapter