A/N: Sup bro's. I'm typing this up (while my sister is rubbing herself all over me (she is 2)) in celebration of my birthday, which was actually four days ago. I'm a '90's kid, baby!

Anyway, today I wasn't going to write another chapter because I wasn't feeling up to doing much, but I didn't want to go back on my word. So here you go!

Hermione POV

I woke up to a sunny day, only marred by the dust of clouds outside. Then I realized a crucial thing.

I had woken up late

This was terrible, esspecially because I had so much to do today. Myself and Malfoy would meet up in the ministry to plan the wedding, and such. I wanted to have a small wedding, but knowing Malfoy, he would want to have a big celebration, but only for the press's sake. After all, we both knew that this bond was anything but a celebration for us.

I hurriedly put on some jeans, and a top, and wrapped myself in a coat, after having a quick coffee. My hair was, for once, tamed in a ponytail, and I threw on some shoes and apparated.

Draco POV

I paced up and down the large hallway, as I saw ministry officials passing up and down, presumably making their way to work.

Where was she!?

Was this payback for the other night? How petty, considering that was a genuine mistake.

I heard a pop, and Hermione Granger appeared in front of me.

"Are you ready?" I said, keeping myself calm, though the monster in me wanted to snark back an insult. I did not want to ruin what we had the other night, though it looked like it was forgotten.

She brushed her coat off, and nodded, looking out of breath. I turned and made my way down to the office, where the offical ministry matrimony worker was waiting, gesturing her to follow.

"If it wasn't for me, he would have been long gone" I said, as I walked up to the Ministry official.

He held out a hand, but I declined. Just because the ministry was forcing us to get married, didn't mean I had to be polite to any of them.

I entered the shabby office, and sat down on a chair, while Hermione followed suit.

"So, Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Granger, let's get down to the proceedings." The official said, while putting a stapled short booklet in front of us.

He gestured to the front page.

"Now, aside from the minimum of eight years of marriage, and a child, there are also other rules to follow"

I perked my head up, as he told us,

"You will have to live together after the ceremony, as well as keeping your marriage monogamous."

I didn't mind living with Hermione, and had no plan to cheat, despite our loveless agreement

However, Hermione looked outraged.

"So now you're forcing us to live together!? For eight years!?" She stood up and banged her small fists on the table.

I rolled my eyes as the official jumped back up, and stuttered,

"M-,M-,Miss Granger! I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do"

She sat down, still looking as if she still had a bit of fight left in her, but mostly defeated.

"So all you need to do is sign just over...here" The worker flicked through until he got to the last page, on where he gestured to two dotted lines.

I wandlessly summoned my expensive quill, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hermione looking at me while signing the documents, presumably suprised that I could perform such extensive magic.

I looked back to the papers that made up our marriage agreement (that we were currently pre-signing), and wrote my signature, sealing the deal.

I heard a sigh of relief, as the ministry official quickly snatched the papers away from us, afraid that we would change our minds.

Me and Hermione both walked out of the office, and just as I was about to apparate, I realized something.

I was officially a married man.