[Now Hermione's POV]
"I'm sorry Mr. Weasley; I think he's out cold." Ron had passed out after hearing my "wonderful news" His eyes slowly blinked open. "Ron!" I shouted, smiling and giving him a big hug. Harry laughed and I pulled him in, too.
"What was that for?" Ron asked when I had released them. I blushed and looked down.
"Well, you saw my 'fiancé', I'm afraid that once I'm an official Malfoy," I shuddered, "that I won't be allowed to see you guys anymore."
"That will never happen," both boys answered, pulling me in for another hug. Mr. Weasley coughed.
"Oh, Mr. Weasley, we got our marriage assignments. Guess who I'm marrying." I looked up shyly. Mr. Weasley smiled in a kind way.
"I'm going to say that is a young and spoiled Malfoy by the name of Draco. I'm sorry sweetie." Just as he reached forward to hug me, an eagle owl tapped impatiently on the window. I sighed, recognizing the bird. I opened the window to let the owl in. He dropped a letter on my lap and clicked his beak. I opened it up nervously.
Granger,
I'm sure that you are aware of our supposedly glorious news. My parents seem to want to meet my fiancée (and trust me, I shiver at the word as I know you will also) I will arrive to pick you up promptly at seven tonight. Respond as to whether you are at home or at the Weasley's.
Draco Malfoy
The owl clicked his beak once again. Harry, who had been reading over my shoulder, handed me a quill and parchment. I scribbled a quick response.
Malfoy,
I'm with the Weasley family. And, as strange as it sounds, I have three questions. The first; should I dress in a specific way? Second; will your parents be waiting to hex me as I walk the door? And lastly; does you owl have a name? I'm used to calling owls by a name.
Hermione Granger
I gave Malfoy's owl the letter, and he exited through the window. Within a few moments, he was back.
Granger,
Interesting how your mind works. The owl has no name, and if you wish, you can name him. My parents are actually excited to meet you. And lastly, I have enclosed a dress and a side gift with this letter. Consider the gift an early wedding gift, Mudblood. I'll be at the Weasley's at seven. Please be ready.
Draco Malfoy
"Wow, he said please." Harry exclaimed with wonder. I opened the softer and larger package first. Inside was a beautiful dress with the Slytherin colors, green and silver. Of course. I looked at the smaller package.
"What do you think it is," I asked Harry. He shrugged.
"Be careful, knowing Malfoy it may even be a snake." I laughed. Slowly, I opened the package. Inside, laid a beautiful, silver and emerald necklace. On the back it had my future initials, H.J.M; so it was clear that this wasn't something that Malfoy just had lying around. It meant that he had actually bought it for me.
"Nice jewel, 'Mione," Ron pointed out drowsily. "Is it from the ferret?" I nodded my head. "Cool, I guess. Hermione, does this mean your gonna be a Slytherin tonight." I glared at him. "Well, you are wearing the colors for it," he muttered.
"Ginny!" I called. I heard a muffled reply. "I need your help!" She was at my side in an instant, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry hide his letter. He, of all people, would want to wait for the perfect timing.
"What is it, Hermione?" she asked. I looked at Harry for help.
"Hermione and Ron got their marriage assignments today," he started. "Ron did pretty well, he has to marry Katie Bell, you know, the Gryffindor keeper. And Hermione, well, lets just say she wasn't so fortunate. For her, the Ministry decided that it would be good to use Hogwart's best student to put a stop to interhouse rivalry. As if that would work, because Hermione had to marry Draco Malfoy within three months.