Hermione POV
"We can get her out of this mess! Hermione deserves to have a bit of peace, instead of being put together with a death eater!"
" I have no other choice, Ron. The ministry want to promote unity between the nation, and I'm the only one in 'the golden trio' who is single!" I replied to Ron, who was pacing around Harry and Ginny's cosy cottage.
"So now what?" Harry lifted his head from where he sat on the sofa, and asked me.
I sighed.
"I will have to marry him..." I trailed off, as I felt my eyes water slightly. So this was what I got for helping destroy Voldemort! A prison sentence disguised as a sham of a marriage to none other than Draco Malfoy, the king of all racist purebloods!
But somewhere deep inside, I knew that I shouldn't judge him so quickly. After all, he was forced into it, and was even found free of charges, though I suspected that he was kept an eye on. Another reason why I had to marry him; to make sure he doesn't do anything supspicious.
Still didn't make me feel any better about this whole thing.
I was jerked out of my thoughts by Ron.
"Do you have a boyfriend? Or even a aquaintance who you could date?"
I blushed, embarrased. I didn't have a boyfriend, and my only guy friends were Harry and Ron. But they had Ginny and Lavender. I had been propositioned, once or twice, but I had declined their offers, something I was beginning to regret.
I looked at my simple watch. It was 6pm, and I was supposed to meet Malfoy at my place, and I abruptly stood up and grabbed my coat from a nearby hanger, and said a quick goodbye to the two boys,
"I've gotta go and meet Malfoy to arrange the wedding date, so I'll see you guys. Have fun at the quidditch game tommorow!" and with that, I flooed to my cosy flat.
I landed in the hallway, and went straight to the door, expecting to find an annoyed Malfoy waiting impatiently. But when I did, I found nobody.
I let out a fustrated moan in my mind, and flooed to Malfoy Manor.
I apparated onto the doorstep, and rang the door. Almost instantly, Mari opened the door. I had met her before, when I came to drop off the marriage documents to Malfoy.
"Come on in, Miss Hermione. I'll call Draco" she welcomed me inside, and I looked around at the creamy, lavish surrounding. I still could not get used to the beauty of the huge mansion, even though this was not my first time. I wondered who decorated it, seeing as Malfoy's parents had moved to another country, leaving him in the large manor alone.
She gestured to a young maid to lead me into the huge, luxurious living room, with its golden-cream funiture. As I sat down, and the maid left, leaving me in silence, a weird noise echoed around, almost like moans. Suddenly I heard a faint, but clear voice;
"Harder, baby, harder!"
It dawned upon me. Malfoy was busy having a quickie with some girl! No wonder he did not come to our pre-arranged meeting. I guessed this was what our marriage would be like. Him sleeping around with other girls. I knew that we would not love each other, but I at least expected monogamy from this arrangement. I had grown in a home with loving parents, and now the child that the ministry expected me to have in our marriage would grow up in a home with parents who had a loveless marriage. Well, at least I would set good values for my child and not drop to Malfoy's level, and after me and Malfoy had completed our 8 years of marriage, I would hopefully find someone else who would love both my child and me.
The door opened, and I looked up. Malfoy came sauntering in, wearing a suit, not a clue left on him left from his expliot.
He sat and poured himself some type of alcoholic beverage, and smirked at me.
With a wave of my wand I produced the legal documents, and set them on the expensive coffee table.
Malfoy reached for them and flicked through the papers leisurely, a bored expression on his face. I sat, stone faced, until he signed them and looked over in my direction.
"Right. Now that's all sorted, I want to proposition you"
I stared at him, confused, as he leaned in forward, and whispered,
"Go on a date with me".