Don't hate me! This chapter took forever.. I know. I recently got promoted at work, so all I've done is work work and work. Have to pay for college somehow lol. But I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

And the marriage began.

If you could call it a marriage.

Hermione found herself falling into a daily pattern. She would wake up, go have breakfast alone, take a jog, then spend the day reading. She easily understood how women let themselves go after marriage. If this was her life now, hell, why should she attempt to dress up or keep herself presentable? Hermione hardly ever saw Draco, not that she was disappointed, but she did want to prove to him she was a sexy woman. If he was constantly gone, how could she prove it to him? But she wouldn't say she wanted anything with him…. Well, that's what she told herself.

Hermione did learn one thing, on Wednesday nights Draco slept in her room. She learned this when she had attempted to be sexy with herself. Hermione never attempted that again, she was shocked that she had tried to please herself. The thought alone still made her cheeks tingle with embarrassment and redness. Draco always showed up after she had fallen asleep, she would wake up seeing blonde hair on the other side of the bed. She would creep out of bed, affriad to talk to him, she remembered the last time she talked to a "morning Draco." Hermione never asked why he slept in her room on every Wednesday night, part of her was scared to ask. She just let it fall into the horrible marriage routine.

Hermione was sitting down eating breakfast alone. She picked at her food, hearing the fork scrape against the plate. This manor did make her feel alone, and the one person meals weren't helping her feel welcome here. A soft peck, sounded from the window, making Hermione run to let in the owl. The bird, which she instantly recognized as Harry's, ruffled it's long feather, waiting for a thanks.

When she touched the letter, it magically lifted into the air, sending butterflies out while it unfolded itself. Pansy's loud high pitch shreik filled the room, reading the letter.

Dear Draco and Hermione Malfoy,

You are invited to the rehearsal dinner of Ronald Weasley and Pansy Parkinson. The dinner will be held at the Borrow starting at 5:00 this Saturday.

Pansy Ellite Parkinson was born on-

Hermione slammed the letter shut as soon as Pansy's voice started talking about her life history and Ron's. If their was one noise Hermione couldn't stand, it would have to be Pansy Parkinson's voice. Sad thing was, she would have to hear it more often. Another letter fell from behind the dreadful dinner invitation, this one had barely readable handwriting across it. To someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to read the letter, but Hermione could recognize Harry's handwriting anywhere.

Dear Mione,

If you read this letter first, don't open Pansy's letter. Just be at the Borrow on Saturday at 5 for the rehearsal dinner. If you're reading this second, sorry. Yes, you have to bring Malfoy. Pansy insists. Can't wait to see you! Oh and Ginny wants me to say hi.

Love,

Harry

Looking out the window, Hermione shut the letter, she was too distracted to be worrying about the rehearsal dinner. Her mind kept wondering from the dinner to Draco. Hermione rubbed her hands nervously, what was she going to do? Tonight was Wednesday. Her mind kept thinking about the idea of Draco coming to her room tonight. What did he do to make him come to her bedroom? Hermione decided she would get down to the bottom of it.

Pinning her hair into a sleek bun, and slipping on an all white tight fitted dress, Hermione decided to pay her husband a nice visit at work, she did have a reason to see him now. She didn't know what she would say after she saw him, but Hermione was curious what his Wednesday were like. Hermione apparated herself to the Malfoy Incorporation. She was shocked that the building didn't scare off customers. All black gates, with roaming metal dragons on them, surrounded the also all black building. Someone really needed to add color into their decorating scheme. Hermione walked closer and the wooden doors magically opened, her heels clicked along the marble floor tiles. Wearing heels had been something of "importance" now. Well, according to Malfoy no Malfoy wives should leave without them. It was rubbish.

The desk representative was an elder lady, thick hips, and warm cheeks. She smiled, snapping her fingers, making a floating planner come near her. "Do you have an appointment my dear?" Hermione was actually surprised to see such a sweet lady in a building like this. She seemed like someone who should be baking cookies instead.

"No, I'm just here to see my husband, Draco Malfoy." Hermione smiled back, her tone in voice was nothing but pure angelic. She wanted to be sure that Malfoy's workers loved her. The thought of his employees telling him how much they loved Hermione put a smile on her face.

The lady instantly stood, her green cloak flowing out, "I must apologize for not recognizing you! My eyes just aren't what they use to be! Let me introduce myself, I'm Agatha Turnwell."

Hermione offered a smile, holding out her hand, "Pleased to meet you Mrs. Turnwell."

"Oh, just call me Agatha!" The lady stood up and motioned towards an elevator, "I'll take you to Mr. Malfoy's floor myself." Agatha snapped her fingers again, and a short tiny nervous girl walked out. "Raven, please watch over the front desk for a moment."

"Y-Yes mam."

As soon as the elevator door shut, Agatha shook her head. "The girl is sweet but I need to help her grow a backbone. People can be cruel, even as adults." Hermione nodded in agreement. She knew this for a fact, having to live with Malfoy, Hermione had learned that adults could in fact be mean.

Hermione knew that Agatha was nothing but kind hearted. She could tell why Draco might like her, if Draco liked people. He seemed like the type who could only tolerate people, but never like. Hermione turned towards Agatha, "So what brought you here to Malfoy Inc.? If you don't mind me asking."

Agatha chuckled, her hair bouncing, "Oh Draco use to come into my diner everyday after his mother died. He always talked to me about his home life and what it was like at Hogwarts. When my diner went under and I was forced to close it, he offered me a job here. I feel like I owe him so much." Agatha smiled, and rung her hands together. Hermione had wondered if Draco had a kind side, and this obviously confirmed it. She just wondered if she would even see that side.

"Ah, well, Here's the floor, and don't mind Evelyn." Agatha smiled and shoed Hermione out of the elevator. This lady had almost a Molly Weasley feel to her. But what did she mean by 'Don't mind Evelyn?'

Hermione walked forward and instantly stopped in her tracks, she found Evelyn. A young lady with long straight hair that flowed down her back, and rather large breast practically hanging out of her short dress was sitting at a desk. She was currently focused on filing her nails, which caused her breast to shake up and down. Hermione fought down a glare as she walked towards the girl.

Hermione placed a hand on her hip, putting her weight on one leg, "I would like to speak to Draco." She didn't even bother giving this sad excuse for a secretary a smile.

Evelyn looked up, arching her brow, "Mr. Malfoy is busy at the moment, can I ask who is wanting to speak with him?" The snobby girl- no bitch- looked Hermione up and down, smirking. All Hermione could think was what gutter did Malfoy find her in.

"I don't know. Are you able to ask? Can implies that you might not be able to. You may ask who is wanting to speak with their husband." Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the daft bimbo to understand what she had just said. The girl blankly stared at Hermione for a moment, until her eyes semi widened understand. Evelyn instantly straightened up and put the nail filer in the drawer. Hermione raised a hand, "Don't bother trying to cover your mistakes now. The damage is done. You might want to learn how to behave appropriately at work to guests, or you might find yourself without a job in the very near future."

Hermione walked towards the door with golden letters spelling out MALFOY. She paused placing her hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at Evelyn, "Oh, and please find a new work attire. The men around the place may enjoy looking at your obviously fake breast, but the more respected women don't enjoy seeing them."

Slamming the door behind her, Hermione smiled to herself. How did girls like that always find themselves around Malfoy? She could have been a bit kinder to the girl, but Evelyn was a bitch first. At least the girl not to talk back.

"Ahem."

Hermione snapped her head up, looking at Draco. His hands were interlaced together resting on top of the desk, his face was stern and hard, but mostly cold looking. Draco's voice came out in a lazy drawl, laced with disapproval, "You could have been nicer to my secretary."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about."

"Do you really think I wouldn't have this room charmed to hear the front desks? Merlin, to think you were Hogwarts top witch." She could even hear the smirk that came with his words. Hermione waved her hand as if there was no need to explain herself. He should know not to get a secretary that would willingly challenge Hermione's hotly attitude.

Hermione went silent, she casually looked around Draco's office. So this was where he was everyday. The room screamed dark magic. She wouldn't be shocked to find this decorating pattern in a haunted house. She grabbed a book off the shelf, opening it. A horrifying roar quickly filled the room, and the book developed teeth, attempting to bite at Hermione.

Draco quickly jumped up and grabbed the book out of her hands. The book instantly went still, the teeth and roar disappearing. Sitting the book back on the shelf, Draco ran a shaky hand threw his hair, "Don't touch anything." His back looked rigid, as he was turned away from Hermione.

Her eyes widening, Hermione quickly grabbed Draco's shoulder. She noticed how quickly he tensed from her touch, "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"No, nothing is a leaf falling from a tree. That book just tried to eat me!" Hermione glared at Draco, he knew that she wasn't going to leave it be.

Draco looked at the book on the shelf, then looked at Hermione, his face looked worried for a split second, but he quickly covered his emotions. "That book is one meant for purebloods, only purebloods. Any other blood status is thought of as unworthy to read it."

That absolutely outraged Hermione. Her voice raised, "Why would you keep a book like that? Where did you get it from?" Hermione had to stop to catch her breath, she was just shocked that Draco had a book that attempted to eat muggleborns. Once he married her, she thought he would've gotten rid of all stuff involved in the dark arts.

Turning quickly, his voice laced with annoyance and a mixture of anger, Draco shot Hermione a look, "I got it from my father, who got it from his father, and so on and so forth. Besides, where I get my heirlooms is none of your business. They are incredibly valuable, but of course you wouldn't understand what that means." Draco gave a pointed look.

Hermione stared at him with her mouth gaping open. He honestly did not care that he owned objects that could hurt-possibly kill her. Did he dislike her that much? Something knotted up in her stomach, the thought alone made her feel sick.

"Do you really not care that there are items that could kill me?" Hermione asked in a quiet voice, scared for the answer.

Draco stalked up towards Hermione, his voice dangerously low. "I brought them here didn't I?" He looked like he didn't want to be having this conversation.

Hermione grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall. Little pieces shattered everywhere, glittering the floor up. Her chest was heaving with anger. Honestly she wasn't sure why she was so mad. Hermione's intentions for coming here was to see why Draco comes to her bedroom, now she was just incredibly pissed. "Was that one cursed to kill mud bloods?"

"That was just an expensive fucking vase!"

Hermione gave Draco her best imitation of his smirk. "Good. Have your lovely slut of a secretary clean it up." She couldn't believe how she was acting, but things had been building up. She felt her emotions swirling around in her. "Oh and don- Ooaf."

Hermione let out a puff of air as she was pushed against the wall, Draco pressed up against her. She was lifted and her legs automatically went around his waist, as Draco pinned her arms above her head. She noticed her dress had scooted all the way up, her knickers must have been noticeable. Hermione whimpered as his grip tightened, his lips lowered to her ear.

"Don't ever come in here and throw a fit like that again." His voice sounded like it was growling.

Struggling and squirming against Draco, Hermione attempted to free herself, but Draco only dug himself into her more. He was so close to her, their faces mere centimenters apart. Hermione's breath was coming out in deep riggid ones, she tried to pull her hands away from Draco's once more. Draco then scooted her body up, Hermione's most sensitive spot, only covered in white knickers, brushed against Draco's hips. The contact of his hips grinding into hers, made Hermione let out a moan, an encouraging one. Heat instantly coursed through her core at the feeling of his hips pressed against her now aching core.

She instantly felt the blood drain from her face. She did not just moan from that, did she? Hermione looked at Draco's shocked expression which confirmed it. Yes, she did… She was never going to live this down. He was always going to remind her she was the one who moaned during damn a fight. She wasn't ever going to be able to face him again.

"Let me go-" Hermione let out another moaning gasp, as she felt Draco grind his hips into hers again. She could feel him, growing against her heated core. The feeling was what she'd been craving since the first night. Hermione shut her eyes, and tightened her legs, and grinded into him again, only to feel him grind back against her. The friction felt like pure bliss. Her mind was screaming at her to stop dry humping her husband, but her body was tell her to continue.

Draco let go of Hermione's arms, and braced his hand against her lower back. Hermione instantly rested her arms on his shoulders, digging her fingers into his skin. A low moan escaped from her lips, when she felt Draco reach between her legs, rubbing her through the soaked knickers she had on. Hermione whimpered in pleasure when she heard Draco start unzipping his pants. Draco pushed Hermione's knickers to the side, and pushed a couple fingers into her moist area. He smirked against Hermione's neck, when she let out a loud moan, her hips moving against his fingers. Hermione pulled Draco by the hair, his face looking at her, Hermione wanted his lips against hers. Draco leaned in to kiss Hermione, as she continued to ride his fingers.

"Draco! You would never believe what happened!" The loud voice belonging to none other than Blaise, came shouting through the room as he swung the office door open. He paused as soon as he saw the site before him. He saw Hermione pinned up against the wall by Draco, their sweat covered hair plastered to their foreheads. Draco's hand was underneath Hermione's undergarments, while Hermione was moaning against Draco's lips. Both head's instantly snapped towards Blaise, Hermione's face was a bright red, her eyes refusing to look at Blaise or Draco. "Holy shit. I'll leave!"

Draco went rigid, "No. She was just leaving, you can stay Blaise." Blaise instantly turned around, letting them undo themselves. Hermione looked at Draco, her eyes still lust filled, matching his. He gave one final plunge into her, then pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the inside of his suit. He lowered Hermione on the ground, his eyes hardening. Draco turned away, zipping up his pants, while he avoided looking at Hermione.

She felt instantly cold.

How. Dare. That. Prat.

Was he honestly going to treat her horribly again?

What the fuck?

Hermione instantly straightened her skirt, and smoothed her hair. She gave Blaise a warm smile, "Blaise, it's good to see you. Possibly could have been in better circumstances, not one where my husband refuses to get rid of dark items that can kill me. Otherwise than that, have a nice evening." Hermione went and gave Blaise a hug. Before she left she sent Draco her best serious face, "Oh and darling, we have to go to Ron's rehearsal dinner Saturday."

Hermione then stormed out of the office, sending the secretary a dirty glare. How could she have done that? The whole point of today was to see what he does on Wednesdays, not go and practically hump the shit out of him and his fingers. Hermione wanted to mentally slap herself, possibly physically slap herself too. He had taken her virginity then tossed her away saying he never wanted to touch her again. Yet, here she was lusting after him with torn emotions. She didn't know how long she could handle being married to Draco, she felt herself wanting to snap at any moment.

And knowing herself, it wouldn't take long to snap.

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I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. And for anyone who thinks Hermione is moving quickly, she is confused. He took her virginity! lol. That does cause attachment! But just wait, I have planned more fights and more steam filled moments. This is a rocky marriage.. but wait till you see the other couples!

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