Disclaimer-I do not own the Harry Potter series, all credit of it goes to J.K Rowling.

I own the plot and the plot only.

The Malfoy heir leaned back against his snow white sofa which was imported precisely from Paris, France. The apathetic expression resting carelessly on top of his porcelain-like face awfully didn't go along with his demure, yet cold grey eyes. Draco Lucius Malfoy was a contradictory in so much ways to the point where even the world's most intelligent wizard or witch could not comprehend the single thought(let alone a muggle). The young man's day replayed once more in his head as he mentally examined each and every single bloody detail. Just in case he had missed something or so.

His thoughts paused as a innocent-sounding chuckle emitted from his slender lips, soon replaced with a warm, gentle grin. Draco hadn't seen Hermione in an awfully long time, the last time he had seen he was when they graduated from Hogwarts! He was amazed at how she had grown from being an annoying little know-it-all to... well, Hermione hadn't changed that much, then again.

Through the years the intelligent little witch had learned how to tame her bushy, cinnamon brown hair, leaving it now wavy with a touch of smoothness. Her deep, honey brown eyes now twinkled with a delightful spark, the vindictive-like presence it held before, now, just gone.

Hermione Granger was still short, barely reaching Draco's masculine chest, and yet she made that up with her daring curves that could seduce any bloke. He was never the type too get too caught up over a girl, Granger for that matter, but there was just something different about her. Something that brought amusement to Draco Lucius Malfoy.

A sudden thought hit the young man as he roughly reached into his pocket shirt, soon removing a slightly crumbled up parchment with deep red, cursive writing. The signature marked with the name, 'Kingsley Shacklebolt'. Before straightening out the letter(which was sent to him exactly 7 days ago), he slowly pulled himself up, his posture poised and quite significant in a kindly manner.

His slightly protective grey eyes darted from one end to another, his expression simple with nothing more than a mere half-grin.

She owns a book shop, eh? No surprise there..

The young man chuckled to himself as he continued to examine the slightly smeared parchment. It was idiotic of him to stuff it into his pocket like that, but oh well. He couldn't let Granger know that he actually took an interest in her by practically showing off the little letter, now could he? No, not at all. He slightly ran his slender fingers through his platinum blonde hair, a somewhat relieved expression gently resting on his pale face. His jaw was somewhat relaxed, giving him a slightly casual appearance.

It was awfully unusual to seem casual for Draco Lucius Malfoy. He was always in tip-top shape, most of the time that is. The Malfoy heir gently rested the slightly-misshaped letter on his silver, marble-made table which was imported from Paris, France itself. His slender fingers moved towards the hair-covered forehead, pushing it aside for a moment and soon massaging his temples intently, an anxious expression soon replacing his happiness.

A slightly annoyed sigh left his thin lips when a ding-donging sound came off, signaling that someone was at the door.

I wonder who it is..

Even the tone in his thoughts seemed sarcastic. The ding-donging sound came to an abrupt stop, and was soon replaced with loud banging noises against the pale, snow white door that stood between the young Malfoy, and the mysterious being outside the house. He slouched all the way towards it, soon grasping the golden doorknob, twisting it, and pulling it back to reveal a furious-looking woman around his age or so. Before he could properly greet her, she was already practically tramping into the poised house, her stomping, midnight black heels perfectly matching her style.

"Pansy, come in.." Draco slightly groaned as he slowly took the dark-haired woman's cloak. But before he could, she quickly slapped his hand, causing him to merely back away, a bewildered expression covering his irritated sneer.

"How come you never told me you were getting married to that Mud-blood!" her tone wasn't at all questionable, it was cold, harsh and awfully offensive, as you can tell. Draco couldn't help but let out a disgruntled sigh, his chilling grey eyes matching along with her dark, almost deadly eyes.

"How did you find out about it in the first place?" he crossed his arms, slightly mocking her as she began to look hesitant a bit. Draco was curious in finding out who rat out on him. Quite curious indeed.

"Your little friend, Blaise Zabini."

Blaise, you bloody git! He couldn't help but repeat the sentence throughout his noggin, more curses began added to it with each sentence.

"I will not allow people to assume that you dumped me just for that Mud-blood!" she shrieked, her voice rung loudly, echoing thoroughly through the meagerly-hollow room.

"For bloodys' sake Pansy-"

"Watch who you're talking to!"

"it's an arrange marriage we're talking about. It was assigned by the Minister of Magic himself. So you do realize that I won't be able to get out of that without being sent to Azkaban for whatever years!" he snapped, his eyes intensely staring into her's. Draco continued to wait for a response, just another reason for him to retaliate with the worst words he could think of at the moment. "Plus, we broke up years ago. Have you forgotten?"

Seconds past by, along with minutes, soon making it feel like an hour, until...

"Well then, you're going to have to do something about it, correct? Unless you want the Daily Prophet to suddenly grasp their dirty little hands on your teeny secret..am I wrong?" her tone dripped with venom, each word was a knife being shoved into Draco's back.

"You wouldn't.." Draco's voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as his storm-like grey eyes continued to examine Pansy's smug expression.

"Draco, it's your choice.. find a resolution to our little problem, or the whole wizardry- world finds out about your dirty little secret.." she held a devious smirk, a smirk Draco would've greatly match. But for now, he didn't feel arrogant, merely furious with a regret-like touch.

"I told you that out of confidence and trust!" he yelled, but he knew that wouldn't do anything besides provoke the witch a little bit more.

Pansy began towards the door, her hand soon gripped tightly around the golden, bright doorknob, pulling it back to reveal the midnight sky. Although, before she could even take a step out, she muttered the words, "Good bye little doggy. Hopefully you'll come to your senses..."

A/N- Sorry for the late chapter! I've been awfully occupied with school and so forth. Anyways, here is chapter 3 of 'Arranged Love'! I just want to say thank you for favoriting(sp?) this story, reviewing and so forth. Thank you so much.
Anyways, remember to review and favorite! xx

A/N - Updated 6/29/14

I will no longer be updating this. I will soon be deleting this; I have, however, decided to write another Dramione story that's somewhat parallel to this story. I apologize for the inconvenience and hope that my second attempt at a Dramione fic will go well.

-Saga