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I own the plot and the plot only.
A week had already passed and yet- no letter addressed to Hermione had arrived. The witch was awfully anxious, waiting and waiting for Draco's letter to finally hither. The brown-haired-witch pondered and pondered, pacing around her warm, cozy and semi-luxurious house decorated with a finer yet light color in life, coated with a slightly darker shade. The blazing fire place which was placed close to the left, inner corner, held portraits resting cozily on top of it. The fire, crackling after periods of time and gave off a meager-like 'sophisticated' yet a slightly spirited atmosphere. After what seemed like more hours of waiting, she soon cuddled up on her fluffy, marshmallow-colored sofa which lied in the center of the room, facing in perfect position with the roaring fire place.
The witch sighed, staring deeply into the alluring fire that crackled with every chance it got with her slightly dreary, cocoa brown eyes which Ginny would absolutely not at all approve of. She felt a twinge of disappointment fill her thoughts, but soon brushed it away with a slight shake, causing her luscious, chestnut brown curls to somehow frolic softly in place. Suddenly, as she about to lose all hope on Draco ever mailing her back, a light tapping sound echoed slightly through the wide room.
She quickly whipped her pale face towards the closed window, her light brown eyes twinkling slightly as her curls loosened up slightly. Bouncing up and down lightly with enthusiasm. Nothing, she sighted. And yet- the abnormal knocking sound emitted once again. This time, the witch narrowed it down to her maroon, wooden door.
Who could it be, coming at such a late time?
She felt her curiosity rising. Not to mention her alertness. Her long slender arm reached for her wand which lied on top of the see-through, glass coffee table, later raising the weapon up in a meager-like fighting position, her legs soon passively moving her towards the door. Her unoccupied hand slowly grasped for the golden knob, afterwards turning out clockwise and somewhat thrusting it open to reveal a handsome, yet pale Draco Lucius Malfoy waiting outside her door with a soft, satin green scarf around his neck to keep warmth.
"Malfoy!" she slightly explained, a twinge of both excitement and happiness swam up onto the surface but it quickly faded afterwards when Hermione caught a glance of Draco's grimace expression. "Erm. Come in, come in." The brown-eyed witch did a slightly awkward gesture, welcoming him into her cozy flat. With nothing but a mere nod, he stepped inside the wide home, stopping once he was barely three steps into the room. His stormy grey eyes analyzed the room, darting from one place to another with great impact-like examination.
He held not his usual smug expression as he turned around, staring Hermione up and down before muttering the scornful-like words, "Huh, you actually have taste in decor, Granger. I'm astounded." The blonde haired wizard instead held a soft grin on top of his pale, almost porcelain-colored face, resembling the one of a Quidditch player Hermione had overheard Ron and Harry gibbering about him after coming back from a case dealing with burglary, hexes and some other shenanigans that the brown-haired witch did not very much care for.
What was his name? Gade? Gavin? Oh yes- Galvin Gudgeon, seeker for the Chudley Cannons.
"Stared enough yet, Granger?" Draco stared down at her under his semi-long eyelashes, his features softening up a bit as well. The wizard once again did not hold his usual smirk, no trace of any smugness roamed around his presence, but instead- it was merely guilt that flood above the surface, with a bit of sorrow brushed in between it all. Hermione overall still couldn't help but turn into a faded scarlet color which matched with her light, Gryffindor red blouse.
The coco-brown eyed witch merely locked eyes with the silver-eyed wizard, an enlightened grin practically implanted on top of her soft-featured and slightly pale face. "Yes, quite enough," Hermione daintily answered his unusual question as a light smile played on top of the ex-Slytherin's dim-like face. "Now, now. We must talk on the technicality of business terms about our little dilemma. Have a seat, Draco."
Hermione watched carefully as Draco fiddled with his cup of tea, twirling and twirling he seemed to do it constantly. "What do you mean you can not do it?" her statement was spoken in a stern-like tone as she stared at the platinum-blonde haired wizard, an irritated expression dangling passively on her grimace-filled face. The young man merely stared down at her under his long eyelashes, a bored-like frown resting on top of his now-surprisingly-sharp-featured face.
"For bloody's sake, Granger. I explained this once, now do I have to explain it again? I just can't do it." Draco took a small sip of the Snakeweed tea which Hermione had brewed up in moments notices. Hermione felt her jaw tighten as she was ready to merely punch the blonde-haired ferret with all the strength she had had left from her stressful day dealing with some demanding customers! He was truly a Malfoy at heart. Everything he wanted in life, he had gotten it with nothing but a mere snap of the finger. Hermione though, couldn't stand his attitude and absolutely detested the idea of Malfoy actually getting what he wanted. And so- she decided that it was practically her mission to retain Draco from reaching his goal of total peace.
"Well- you still haven't explained why!" she somehow retorted as she felt her cheeks warming up along with her short temper.
"Listen! I just.. I can't. Alright?" his voice lowered slightly as he stared from one place to another, avoiding eye contact with the persistent witch. The brown-haired girl was quiet for a moment as she stared at his nervous-looking face, analyzing each and every gorgeous detail that formed his handsome, pale face. "If I got married to you.. there would be a consequence to it."
"Well Malfoy, you can't get out of this scam anyhow. It's either whatever the consequence for marrying me is, or getting a nice, long stay at Azkaban."
Draco practically burned a hole into the back of Hermione's head as she stood up and walked towards faded maroon-coated door. His gleaming, silver eyes traveled along the witch's sexy, darling curves, a gentle smirk finding its way onto his handsome face. Draco soon shook himself, mentally slapping himself during the process and afterwards decided that it was best to stop gawking at the know-it-all and to start focusing on what was important. He needed a plan.. plans to be more specific.
Plan A; was too magically crawl his way out of the damned marriage with the muggle-born witch, and as a result, Pansy Parkinson would have to keep her mouth thankfully shut. Plan B, though(just another back-up plan as if Plan A failed), was for Draco too somehow plainly stop the insufferable witch from gabbing away his dark, and deadly significant secret to the whole bloody magical-world, keeping the sham-of-a-marriage alive, in a twisted way as well.
The blonde-haired wizard was finally brought to attention when Hermione gave out a fake, yet abruptly loud coughing sound. The door was opened widely, as she gestured softly towards it. "Since we have nothing else to comment on, I think it would be best if you would just leave now- before we start arguing over something once more."
Malfoy couldn't help but chuckle a bit, and yet it sounded more like a dirty sneer than ever. "Fine, fine." He walked with grace towards the door, his long slender fingers tucked inside his faded, silver-grey coat pocket. Hermione felt her heart beat slightly faster as she stared at his beautiful, extremely attractive face, watching as the warm, cozy-like fabric from his coat brush against the tips of her non-tampered fingers which were resting on the edge of the wooden door.
"Well, then. I assume we'll meet again," the words came out as a whisper, a whispered statement that elegantly sent shivers down her bare spine. He glanced at her once more, a light smirk-like-grin now creating a seductive-like atmosphere to surround him. "Good night, Hermione."
A/N- I absolutely apologize for such a late chapter! I've just been so busy with this and that, I had no time for updating. Plus- I really had a hard time planning out how to end the chapter without giving much detail on Draco's dirty little secret and so forth. Don't forget to review, favorite and so forth! xxx
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