Chapter II: Toil and Trouble, Cauldrons Bubble.

Hermione's POV

I woke up with Malfoy's left leg on both of my legs, his arms wrapping me, and his chin on my forehead. My left arm is in front of his chest and my right arm is wrapping his waist. I carefully entangle myself from the 'Death Knot' and take a shower.

I soon finished getting ready for school yet Malfoy haven't wake up yet. I poked on his chest. No response. I keep poking…

"Urmhhh… Gherroofff…"

He sleeps like a damn zombie!

I stand up on the bed and jump up and down and up and down.

"For Merlin's sake! Can't a guy get some sleep here?"

"I'm only going to say this once, corpse-snore. Breakfast starts at 8, you have, ummm, 2 minutes!"

"FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!"

He jumped out of bed like a ninja (wearing only green boxers, mind you) while swearing out loud all the way to the bathroom.

I shake my head and laugh while skipping joyously and humming to the Great Hall.

Draco's POV

I sat next to Her- Granger on MPH class. Instead of chairs, the class is now filled with loveseats, one for each partner.

"Herm- Granger, why don't we sit at the back?"

"Because this way we can hear the Professor clearer. Anyway, my name isn't Herm- Granger."

"Fine. What do you think this is all about, Mya?"

"Mya? Hmmm… That's a new one, I like it."

"You like it? Well I'll have to think of something new…"

"I said I like it."

"I heard you," he smirked.

"You're very, very-"

"Sexy, I know that."

"I was about to say Slytherin, but yeah that works too."

Unfortunately McGonagall interrupts our interesting progressive conversation.

"Good morning, class! I will be teaching this class along with Professor Snape until the rest of the year. Today we're going to explain about marriage."

"ICK!"

"Eeewwwwww…"

Cries if exclamations are heard throughout the classroom.

"When a man and a woman fell in love, they exchange vows and marry to create a future, a life, a family together. But marriage doesn't guarantee happiness; marriage has to be based on love, but most importantly, on commitment. In the Wizarding World, each wizard has their own partner, or 'soulmate' as Muggles call it. Which is why there is no such thing as divorce", McGonagall babbled.

"Not all marriage vows are the same. In the old times, all couples used relatively the same vows but in these modern times, most couples modify their vows to suit their own experiences. Some even write their own to maximize their loyalty and romance towards their partner", Professor McGonagall explained.

"Now, we're going to give you time to think about your marriage plans. Choose the date, theme, decorations, bridesmaids, and so on…" Professor Snape said, rather gruffly.

"When would you like our wedding to be held, Granger?" I said, trying to rebuild our previous conversation.

"It's not as if you want to wed a mudblood, Malfoy. So why bother?" She replied coolly with venom dripping on her voice.

What's the matter with this lunatic? One second she's almost enjoyable and pleasant, the next thing you know she's irritating you like hell!

"What's the matter with YOU, MUDBLOOD! I'm just trying to make best of this situation. You think I'm happy to be married to you, huh, FILTH? You think I'm happy to be stuck with you for the rest of my FREAKING life?" I shouted back with more venom.

She didn't answer. Instead, she looks up to me directly into my eyes. Her eyes are watery, but it doesn't spill any tears. It held this look that it's about things I don't know, something deep that has scarred her for life yet nobody knows. Her face is emotionless, as if she's used to feel this way.

Instantly, I drew back my anger and stare at her in confusion, and guilt.

She gathered her stuffs and walked, rather gracefully, out of the classroom without making any sound.

The class is dead silent as they watched my outburst and her departure. I glared viciously at anyone who's staring my way. Soon, all of them went back to their conversations and pretended that nothing happened.

I just sat there, thinking, what could possibly damage the Hermione Granger that bad until it seems that she could never be the same.