I don't own Harry Potter. I wish i did.
sorry its taken so long to keep writing. I'm not very good at this.
"Excuse me?"
"I know you aren't Draco."
"And why do you think this you filthy mudblood?"
"Well firstly because you called me a mudblood and Draco would never do that. and Secondly because we arn't getting married in a year. We already are."
"WHAT?"
Just then the effects of the pollyjuice potion began to wear off. "Ronald Weasly! How could you even thinking about hitting me and raping me?"
"...how did you know what i was thinking?"
"Only one of the good things about being with Draco, he is very skilled at occlumency, and a very good teacher."
"Shit... that means you saw..."
"Your deal."
"Shit."
"You already said that."
"Yea well, it still applies doesn't it."
"Just a bit. now get off of me before i jinx you beyond recognition."
just then the door burst open and through the smoke, Hermione saw Draco walk in followed closely by the Headmaster and several teachers.
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Later that night
"Will she be ok?"
"Yes Draco, your wife will be ok."
"Thank you for healing her Uncle Severus."
"Of course Draco, now, since she will be ok and I am done healing her, why did you bring her to me and not the school nurse?"
"...because you are one of the only ones who know that we are married."
"I still don't understand. Your parents are ok with your marrage to Mrs Granger, sorry, Mrs Malfoy. what would be the problem?"
"NO one else knows. and everyone who does thinks it is because we have to."
"Ahh, and why would you have too?"
"Since the war is over, all eyes are on the Malfoys. Everyone thinks we are still followers of Voldemort. So the ministry has seen fit to engage a new law. A marrage law. It states that those whose allegiance is questionable must marry someone that the ministry dubs 'safe'. Basically the ministry wants to keep an eye on the former Death Eaters. If i had not wed Hermione before i graduated, the Ministry would have chosen for me."
"ahh. even though this is true, no one, not even your parents are aware that you were in love with her before the law was established?"
"Well, i'm sure mother knows, she seems to know everything."
"Yes, your mother is quite perceptive."
"And now the whole school will know."
"and why is that?" Asked a somewhat confused Severous
"Because i'm sure that Weasel went and told everyone after we pulled him off of Hermione."
"Weasel?"
"Ron"
"cleaver, and quite accurate. Yes, the whole school knows. In fact, seeing that your secret is out, she really should have her last name rewritten in all of Hogwart's documents."
"Ok, being the Headmaster, is that your job?"
Severous had been friends with the Malfoy's to know when a dismissal was being given, "Yes it is, in fact, i shall go do that before i turn in for the night. It is quite late. Floo if you need anything."
"thank you uncle."
"Of course Draco."
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Several weeks later
As the morning bell rang, the students in the great hall headed off to their first class of the day.
"I hate mondays." stated a very cranky Ron.
"WE KNOW" yelled Harry, Ginny, and Hermione.
"We hate it too Ronald. No one wants double Potions first thing on a monday morning. Eccept every Slytherin at Hogwarts."
"Well you might as well be one of them! Going off and marrying the sex god himself without even telling your best friends!" I knew this was comming, i was lucky for him to have waited this long to yell at me about it. Of course he was pissed when he found out that Draco and I were married and that he lost his chance. But really, did he need to yell this early in the morning? "Come on Ron, its early. can't you wait to yell till lunch?"
"See, this is why you'll never be a Malfoy you filthy mudblood!"
"Shut the hell up Pansy, just because i married Draco doesn't mean that all your other fuck-buddies arn't still around. Now back the fuck off before i hex you!"
"You wouldn't dare hex a pureblood!"
"Wanna find out? Cause if you don't leave your about too!"
"what is the problem here ladies" drawled an annoyed professor Snape
"nothing professor, just showing Pansy here that just because i'm muggle born doesn't mean that i am unfit to be married to her former sex buddy"
"How does it feel to know that you weren't his first mudblood? How can't you not think about if he is comparing you to me? you know that i'm better, i'v been with more."
"Whats your number?"
"Excuse me?"
"you heard me, how many?"
"...5"
"Sorry pansy, you lose."
"You filthy mudblood, how dare you!" Yelled pansy as she ran forward, wand in hand.
"Expelliarmus" drawled a very amused professor Snape. "There will be no hexing in my classroom mrs Parkinson. 5 points."
Ignoring Snape, Pansy continued forward meaning to grab Hermione, however, having grown up with the Weaslys, Hermione knew better... "Don't even try it Pansy, i'll break your hand if you touch me."
"She wouldn't dare touch a Malfoy. Would you Pansy? Even you aren't that stupid." Drawled Draco as he came into class and embrassed Hermione. "Come love, we must speak in private."
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In Draco and Hermione's common room
"What is it Draco, is everything ok?"
"well, yes, everything is ok. Although, i did get a letter from my father."
"Oh?"
"Our presence is requested for dinner tonight, they have some buisness meeting and i must attend and since we are married..."
"That sounds wonderful!"
"...Really?"
"Yes! i can't wait to see your mom again, the last time we were together, we had a wonderful time!"
"Oh, ok... well then, lets go get ready... is everything ok? your expression completly changed just now?"
"Um Draco? i don't have any clothes to wear tonight..."
"haha, well you know how my mother took you shopping with her?"
"Yes..."
"Well she bought everything you looked at."
"SHE WHAT!?"
"come look for yourself. Everything is in our closet."
Hermione ran up to their bed room and sure enough, found every piece of clothing she had remotely been interested in. Even clothes that she had no idea she could have liked so much. "Mother knows that you do not like to dress up very much, or to wear clothes that look expencive. So she bought you simple things, jeans, t-shirts, tank tops. THings she thought you would like."
"Oh Draco, this is too much. I love it, but there are so many clothes here!"
"Hermione, this was a 'welcome to the family' present from my mother. THis is what she does. If you wear these things, not only will you still be you, but you will look like a Malfoy."
"...Ok then, but oh my God! these jeans were 200 Gallons!"
"SO?"
"There are 20 pairs of them!"
"Hermione, you could buy every pair of jeans in the world and you still wouldn't have made a dint in our vault. Yes i said our."
"Excuse me?"
"It is customary that when a Malfoy reaches 15, half of the family vault is taken and put into his own. So i'v had half of the family money at my controll for 2 years. Now of course, father's company has replaced quite a bit of it since, but there is still enough in my vault, sorry, our vault to last us a lifetime."
"I had no idea that your family was that rich."
"YOu havn't seen anything yet, just wait till dinner tonight..."