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Every student in Hogwarts had soon heard about how 'the brains of the Golden Trio, getting married to a death eater?' and Hermione was mortified.

Wherever she went during school, someone would come up to her and ask her if it was true. She would shake her head and walk away.

While she was walking today, she happened to run into her (sadly) future husband.

"Ah," Malfoy said, smiling. "Hermione, my dear, I've been looking all over for you."

Hermione glared at him at the 'my dear' part.

"Um, excuse me, Malfoy, but I don't see why our relationship should change just because of a darn whiteboard."

She continued walking, but Malfoy stopped her.

"Now, now, darling. That's Draco to you," he said. "And I still haven't told you what I've been meaning to tell you!"

He paused and stared at Hermione's glaring face.

"You shouldn't glare so much or your face will be permanantly stuck like that. It'd be a shame to waste such a pretty face. But anyway, I realized last night that we may as well just get it over with. I mean, its 100% sure to happen anyway, so why not just do it right now instead of wait a while? Seriously, you aren't that bad. You're just fun to tease and-"

Hermione cut him off.

"Um, what are you talking about?"

Malfoy smiled. A real, geniune smile, and knelt down. He pulled a ring from his pocket.

"Hermione Jean Granger, may I have to displeasure of marrying you?"

She glared harder than before, if that was even possible, and mumbled, 'How charming,' before yelling,

"Um… no! We're enemies, Malfoy, remember? I would never even go on a date with you, let alone marry you!"

Then she ran off, leaving Malfoy, still holding the ring, with a confused expression on his face. As if he actually expected her to say yes.

The next day was worse than the first. Not only did people hear about Malfoy proposing, but Hermione was being followed by the pureblood as well.

Finally, when she had had enough. Spinning around, she yelled at him,

"What? Why are you following me? Will you leave me alone?"

He laughed. Not his old, cold-hearted snicker, but a nice chuckle.

"I was just meaning to ask you something. See, I figured that any wife of mine needs to know how to cook. So I thought I'd give you some lessons. When is your free period, darling?"

She ignored the last word and responded, "5th."

"Alright! So meet me in the kitchen – the one that isn't usually used – and I'll teach you to cook, ok?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, about to object, when she realized something. If she was cooking, and he was eating, she could put whatever she wanted int the food.

She said yes and sprinted to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to find her ingredients.