A/N: hey ppls I'm bak! A lot quicker than most of you wud have expected, even quicker than I wud have. LMAO

Chapter 14: A Strange Proposal

It had been about two weeks and life had carried on normally at the Manor, well as normal as life there could get. At this particular moment Hermione and Draco were in their bedroom. Hermione was sitting on the bed, painting her nails and Draco, for some unknown reason, was pacing around the bedroom. He had been doing it quiet a while now but Hermione simply ignored him

'Granger can I ask you something?' he said coming to a sudden halt.

'Here we go again!'

'No seriously'

'What it is Malfoy?'

'Will you marry me?'

'WHAT!'

'Will you marry me?

'Who…what…when...where…how…'

'Shut up Granger there is a reason, so don't go thinking I suddenly like you or something'

'Thank God! Well what is it then?'

'Well seeing as we're living together and we have Nick, I thought it would be best if we wed'

'But Malfoy! Marriage is a big thing'

'I know, obviously'

'I can't just marry you?'

'Why not?'

'Because when people get married they usually, if not always, they love each other and believe me we are no where near that'

'It'll only be in papers'

'But why, why can't we just live together like we're doing now?'

'Look Granger you won't understand'

'What won't I understand?'

'Fine I'll tell you but don't get offended or anything'

'I won't'

'Ok then. Well you see Purebloods believe that it is quiet shameful to live with a woman unless she is related to you in some way'

'And why is that?'

'It just is'

'But no one cares about Pureblood "traditions" anymore'

'My mother does'

'Your mother?'

'Yes Granger, I do have a mother'

'Nuh-duh!'

'For your information she doesn't know we're living together and she'll go ballistic if she does'

'Why? Because I'm muggle born?'

'No, well yeah that'll be one thing, but it will be more to do with what I told you before'

'So you expect me to marry you so you don't disappoint your mother'

'Well…yeah…I guess'

'Why would I do that?'

'I dunno, you are the "Gryffindor Princess" aren't you'

'You're such an asshole, but that's not the point. What's in it for me?'

'I'll pay you' said Draco shrugging

'You'll pay me to marry you'

'Yeah why not?'

'I don't want your money'

'Then what?'

'Ok then! Fine! How much?'

'One hundred thousand Galleons'

Hermione didn't say anything. That was a lot of money. She stared at Draco for a few minutes and then said 'all right, deal! But you can't sleep with other women'

'WHAT! You expect me to give up my sex life for you?'

'Malfoy is our marriage really going to be believable if you're out banging whores every night'

'I do not "bang whores" every night. But I suppose you're right. So when do you want to do it? I think this Saturday will be good'

'THIS SATURDAY!'

'Yeah!'

'Malfoy how do you expect us to plan a wedding in what…let me see…FIVE days'

'It's not like it's going to be a huge ceremony or anything'

'What d'you mean?'

'We're just signing papers that's all'

'But-'

'Look Granger I don't want to hear it. I know you probably expected to marry Prince Charming and have a great fairytale wedding but I honestly don't care, I have other important things to do in life'

'Whatever Malfoy'

'Well that's settled then' and with that Draco walked out of the room shutting the door behind him.

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Hermione sat there staring at the door that Malfoy had just shut. He was such a heartless bastard. How dare he say that to her? HE was the reason why he life had been ruined in the first place. Stupid sonnava bitch! Who cares she though sighing?

As Hermione screwed the nail polish bottle back up and put it on the bedside table she thought of what her parents would think. Would they be happy or just disappointed? She would never know.

Flashback

Hermione woke with a start as she heard the sound if something breaking. She jumped of the bed and slipped on her fuzzy bunny slippers. She opened her bedroom door and she could see flames and she heard someone screaming. Hermione ran down the steps but stopped half way down because she saw at least ten Deatheaters standing in her kitchen around the corpses of her parents. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up to see the roof had been blasted off and the flaming green Dark Mark was engraved into the velvety sky. Without waiting a second longer she apparated out of the house and into the Burrow.

A/N: there we go ppl. I know it's short but itz sumthin. Plz REVIEW! I want at least 250.