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Chapter three.

I really hope this is a joke.

"Excuse me?" I calmly asked, ignoring the stern professors flanking him.

"I do believe that we have never had the opportunity for a proper introduction. As I hope you'll remember I was at your first holy communion." He had a wonderfully grandfather-like tone that I was not falling for. "However I do not think that I have had the honor of actually meeting you." The Headmaster peered over his half moon glasses at me with a small smile.

"Charmed, I'm sure." I nodded my head in standard politeness, "Why am I here?"

"Right down to business, attributes, no doubt, you inherited from your father."

"Mr. Dumbledore, though I do appreciate this enthralling conversation- I have very angry, very powerful, people searching for me. Last they know, I was with you're lovely little metamorphmagus over there and her two goonies so lets please drop this bullshit and get this over with."

The women to his right looked quite taken aback. Snape, on his left, sneered. Dumbledore dropped his grandfatherly demeanor and glared.

"Are you aware, Miss. Readinger, that it is considered against the law to marry two wizards, under the age of 14? Especially when one of the children is purposefully being hidden from the government because of their abilities." Dumbledore intoned.

Of course I knew this, it's one of the main reasons I hardly went to England.

"I know the law Mr. Dumbledore, I have no idea as to how this pertains to me however." I spoke coolly. It was not common knowledge here that the Malfoy heir was married.

"I believe you do Miss. Readinger, Mr. Malfoy would be sorely disappointed to find his wife perminantly missing. Don't you agree?" Dumbledore kept his tone light, though we both knew the weight his threat held.

"Is that a threat, Mr. Dumbledore?"

"No, my dear Miss. Readinger, it's merely an inquisition." His eyes sparkled.

"What do you want?" My eyes narrowed.

"I dare say you already know."

I did however I made no gesture of acknowledgement.

"Attend Hogwarts for your final year and we will discuss the specific's later."

A pregnant pause drifted across the room. A silent acquiescence was unwillingly pulled from me.

"Now lets get you sorted, Miss Readinger."

"Do please address me by my married name Mr. Dumbledore."

"Mrs. Malfoy." He gestured towards an old stool with an old misshapen hat seated on top.

An assorted variety of reactions crossed the features of both the professors standing at Dumbledores sides, as well as the three other Order members positioned at various locations around the room.

I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Though having refused dorm living I was directed to my husband's rooms.

Snape, the half blood traitor, escorted me to the head's dorms.

"Egi Actum," I said to the unimpressive painting.

When I stepped in I was greeted warmly by Draco's dog, Maggie.

"Hi my love." I murmured squatting down to scratch her head. I laughed as she gave me puppy kisses. "Where's your daddy?"

"Excuse me. What are you doing in here?" I glanced up. My eyes were assaulted by the sight of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. All three looking semi-shocked by Maggie's, no doubt sudden, friendly reaction.

Granger and Weasley I could deal with, if they weren't both blood traitors. Potter, however, could rot in hell.

"You must be Hermione Granger." I said taking a few steps forward and extending my hand. "Draco has told me a lot about you."

I would have to pretend to get along, at least with Granger, after all I would be living here.

"I am." She looked uneasy. Unsure if this was a trick or not. I quickly slipped into her mind and reassured her. She was an amazingly talented witch, too bad she was on the wrong side. "Do you go here?"

"Yes actually, I just transferred."

"I didn't know you could do that." Weasley piped up eyeing me cautiously.

"Nor did I." Granger agreed, her brow furrowed.

"Special circumstances." I smiled welcomingly just as the portrait swung open with a very loud angry bang.

Draco strode in determinedly, followed by Blaise, Theo, Terry, Greg, and Vince. They all looked angry, and indomitable; it was quite the sight.

"Malfoy." Granger shouted. He ignored her in favor of turning to Blaise. "Malfoy!"

They surrounded him, speaking in hushed voices.

"Coco." Theo whispered causing my very handsome husband's head to snap up. The look in his eyes caused me take a breath. He looked scary. His eyes were dark, unyielding and furious.

I immediately synced our minds, letting him know that it actually was me.

Draco walked over to me and grabbed me tightly by the upper arms, more tightly then he meant to. Dragging me against him he brutally crushed his lips to mine.

"Get your hands off of her!" Potter yelled whipping out his wand.

Draco pulled away with a fierce growl. "Why would I? She's my wife."

The "Golden" Trio's eyes went wide.

I heard the portrait door gently snap shut as our friends slipped out.

Ignoring the questions from the three Stooges, Draco quickly ushered me up to his room.