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Chapter Three:

Draco dragged Hermione by her waist toward their new home 'If someone had told me before today that I would be sharing a house with Hermione Granger, and that in three months she'd be Mrs. Malfoy, I would have laughed in their face. What the bloody hell is the world coming to?' Their little Victorian was nice, light yellow in color with cream trim and a nice garden. They had one of the houses with a wishing well in the front, 'Nice enough, it'll do for the year I suppose.' Hermione seemed to have noticed where they were going, she pushed his arm from her waist and jammed her key into the lock on the door, leaving it wide open as she stepped inside, Draco following behind her.

The living room was beautiful, pale ivory walls with dark mahogany trim and matching hardwood floors. There was light tan camel back sofa facing towards the fire place, a matching wingback chair sat next to the sofa closest to the door, and on the other side was an extraordinary chaise lounge. A marble, oval coffee table was sitting in front of the fireplace, with a wrought iron wood crate against the wall. Hermione took a seat on the chaise lounge, her delicate ankles crossed, starring into the roaring fireplace. Draco looked over at her, he thought he would go see the rest of the house. As he turned and walked away he heard a funny little squeaking noise. He turned back towards Hermione, 'oh for the love of Merlin, she's crying, what the bloody hell do I do with a crying woman? Oh hell, here goes nothing,' and he walked over to her.

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'I have to be the next Mrs. Bloody Malfoy. The damn fountain could have picked anyone! Anyone! And it thought that Draco Malfoy was my best possible match,' and then it really hit her what that meant, living with Malfoy here at school was one thing, but she'd have to go back to Malfoy Manor. The tears started, she tried to keep them quiet, but she had never been a quiet crier. She buried her face in her hands, hoping and praying to any gods she could think of that Malfoy wouldn't notice and just keep walking. Either she missed one, or they just weren't listening today, because just as she had let out an unfortunate sniffle, he turned around and walked over to sit next to her on the lounge.

"Um, Granger, ahh, are you alright?" Hermione looked up at him through her tearstained eyes. She almost laughed right then, he looked like he had no clue what to do with a crying girl. Fidgeting with his hands and not quite looking at her, it would have been humorous to see in any other situation.

"I'm fine, just a bit overwhelmed. What are we supposed to do together? We hate each other!" Draco winced a little at that. "I mean, how many times have you called me a mudblood? How many times have I called you a cockroach or something of the like? Bloody hell, I punched you in the face! And we're supposed to be married? I just-" Draco cut her off,

"Now you listen here, I'm going to say this to you right now and get it out of the bloody way. I don't particularly like you. I think you're a know-it-all and that your hair is absolutely ridiculous, I think you wear clothes that are entirely unflattering to anyone, and that you were completely out of your mind to have a crush on the weasel. That being said, every nasty thing I said in correlation to your blood status had everything to do with my father and nothing at all to do with how I feel about anybody, let alone you. You are the smartest bloody witch of our generation, maybe the smartest out of everyone, and that's not an easy thing for me to admit. As far as you saying all of the things you mentioned to me, I deserved every last bit of it. I was a bloody prat, I'm working on it." Hermione sat there dumbfounded. Had Draco Malfoy just admit to being a prat? The world had indeed gone ass over tea kettle.

"Thank you?" she stammered, not quite sure if she should be thanking him for his compliment and apology or insulted about everything else he had said. She didn't have much time to think about it, he had stood up and offered her his hand for the second time that evening.

"Get up off that, and let's go see the rest of the house. Come on, up you get." He took her hand and led her into the kitchen and dining area. It was just as lovely as the living room. White marble countertops with white washed cabinets stood up against a far wall, a stainless steel fridge and oven sitting side by side in the middle. An island sat in the middle, and on the other side was a six chair dining set made of the same wood as the cabinets, the whole room was painted a delicate lilac color. Off the kitchen there was a half bath, a pedestal sink, a framed mirror, and a toilet were the only things inside. They walked back into the living room and up the staircase.

Straight in front of them was their bedroom, painted a light moss green with white trim, plush white carpet on the floor. A queen sized bed was placed up against the far wall, two nightstands on either side. There was a wardrobe opposite the bed on the other wall, a full length mirror stood in the corner next to a door that led to the master bath. The bathroom was exquisite. Light teal, it held a shower stall with glass doors that look liked it could have three people comfortably. There was a hot tub sized bath tub that was sunken into the floor, with stairs leading down into the water. There were a dozen different faucets, each one holding different scented bath soaps. Hermione didn't want to leave, she just wanted to Draco to go away and to sit and relax in the tub. 'Maybe later,' she told herself, and walked into the second bedroom with Draco. It was smaller than the master, cream walls and white trim, the same carpet that their room had. In the corner was a crib, a chest of drawers stood against one of the walls, as well as a changing table and infant swing. They didn't stay in this room long; Hermione didn't want to think about what she would have to do to actually get a child in that room. The last room in the house was the study. Hermione couldn't decide what she liked more, the bathroom or this room. It had built in bookshelves across an entire wall. Both of their books had already on the shelves, as well as quite a few others that she assumed had come with the house. Two desks with wingback, swivel leather chairs were on either end of the bookshelf wall, as well as two regular wingback chairs on the wall opposite. She could see herself studying in this room.

Having concluded the tour of the house, they walked back down to the living room and sat down on opposite ends of the couch, both staring off into the fireplace. They sat like this for a while, in uncomfortable silence until Draco turned and spoke to her.

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"Listen Gra-, well I suppose I should call you Hermione now, shouldn't I? Hermione, I think we should get to know each other. You know, like outside of the realm of academics. I'll start with a question, you answer, and then you get to ask one." It was worth a shot, I mean, she couldn't sit like a stone around him for the rest of their lives. She'd only been doing it for fifteen minutes and he was already sick of it. 'What happened to the feisty Granger I knew so well?'

"Yes, I suppose that could work. I guess we need to um… become acquainted as more that school enemies. You start." She turned to face him, pulling her hair into a ponytail and tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

"Okay, well, what's your favorite color?" Simple enough,' he thought. 'Keep it safe for now.'

"Oh! Well you're going to laugh, its green." The curl that she had tucked back behind her ear had sprung forward again, she stubbornly placed it back and grinned shyly at him.

"You're kidding," he grinned back at her, "That's my favorite too."

"Well of course it is," she rolled her eyes, still grinning though, 'I guess that's a good sign.' She turned her head up and tapped her chin for a moment, thinking of a question for him. "Alright, did you have pets growing up?"

Draco turned down his eyes, "No, I didn't, Father wouldn't allow them, didn't see the point in keeping an animal in the house that was supposed to be outdoors." Draco had always wanted a pet. "He said that they would muck up the furniture."

"Oh how sad! I had a cat at home, Mr. Fuzzface I called him." Draco had laughed at the name, "Oh shut up, I was four when we got her," He cut her off,

"Wait, you named a female cat Mr. Fuzzface?" He was really laughing now.

"Like I said, I was four! I couldn't wait to go see him this summer…" Hermione had lost the smile on her face, turning towards the fireplace once more. Draco could tell she didn't want to talk about this summer. He asked her a question quickly to change the subject,

"Next question, favorite food?"

"That's too easy, shrimp and broccoli fettuccini with garlic butter sauce, hands down the best food on the planet." It sounded delicious, he'd have to be sure to remember that one.

They went on for a couple of hours discussing little things about each other. Soon it wasn't as much as a question and answer game as it was an actual conversation. Draco tried to keep the topic of their home lives out of it for now, neither of them were comfortable enough with each other to delve deeper into that right now. The clock above the fireplace chimed midnight, and Hermione jumped up of the couch.

"Oh Merlin, it's midnight! We have to get to bed! We have class tomorrow! I'm going to get into the shower and then go to sleep." She started up the stairs and Draco called after her,

"Right, I'll meet you up there." Hermione had stopped halfway up the stairs. She seemed to have forgotten that they would be sharing a bedroom.

"Oh right, yes, I suppose you will." Draco heard the door to the bedroom open, and then the door to the bathroom close and the water turn on, then he headed upstairs to get on his pajamas and get into bed.

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Hermoine quickly opened the wardrobe and retrieved her pajamas, then went into the bathroom. As much as I would love to get into the tub, a shower would have to do, it's already midnight.' She undressed and got into the shower, it seemed to find her perfect temperature all on its own. As she stood and let the water run over her face she thought about the events of the day. How was she going to marry Malfoy, might as well call him Draco, soon you're going to be a Malfoy too, she shuddered a little at the thought. He had been reasonably nice to her today, which was a start she supposed. He had said that calling her mudblood had been something that he had done to please his father, and nothing more, 'I guess I could be his friend for now. He doesn't seem as awful as he was before the war, so that's a good thing I suppose.' She stood in the shower for a bit longer, hoping that the water would make all of her grief and hurt and confusion go away. Eventually she had to concede that water alone wouldn't fix her, or her problems, and turned the water off.

She dried herself off, fired a quick spell at her hair and it plaited itself while she put on her pajamas, a green tank top and white sleeping shorts. Trying to stall as long as she could, she brushed her teeth, took her braid out and did it again by hand. Once she ran out of things to occupy her time, she opened the door. 'Head held high Hermione, chin up. It's just a bed, it just so happens that your childhood enemy-turned-nice guy is going to be sharing it with you.' A shiver ran up her spine as she walked through the door, and then another for an entirely different reason. He was sitting propped up on pillows reading a bookd, his legs already under the covers. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and Hermione could see how years of Quidditch had paid off for him.

Draco's shoulders were broad and muscled, and his arms were marvelous, well-toned, but not too bulky. Well-defined pectorals led down into the most chiseled set of abs Hermione had ever seen. He was bloody gorgeous. 'Uh oh,' Draco had looked up from his book and caught her ogling, 'Oh hell, just had to stroke his bloody huge ego.'

"You can look, it's not like we're not going to ever see each other in anything but our school robes," he smirked at her… and then his eyes started traveling lower than her face.

'Oh Merlin, he's looking at me, oh Merlin, oh Merlin,' Hermione silently cursed that she never wore a bra to bed, and that she hadn't chosen shorts that fell just below her bum.

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Hermione had certainly filled out in the last year. Her hair was still as wild and unruly as ever, but the rest of her had seemed to have been kinder. A nice long neck gave way to a nice full C cup, a trim little waist, a very nice bum, nice and perky and not too big. Her legs though, just about gave Draco a heart attack, they seemed to go on forever. Perfectly toned and gloriously tanned. She looked like she could model for those muggle undergarment adverts.

"You know, you have great legs," he said, just to see if she would blush. She didn't disappoint, at his comment a pink flush crept up her chest and onto her cheeks. 'Bloody hell she looks amazing.'

"Ah, thank you Malfoy," she said, crossing her arms over her chest incase he decided to comment on those next.

"Why don't we end the evening with an agreement to call each other by our first names?" He pulled the covers back on the other side of the bed and patted the mattress.

"Yah alright," she slid under the covers and laid down as far away from him as possible.

"I'm not going to molest you in your sleep, you know. You don't have to hang half of your body of the bed." She scooted closer to the middle, stopping when there was a half a foot between her and the edge of the bed.

"Um, good night Mal- Draco, talk to you tomorrow." She turned to turn off the light on her nightstand when she felt Draco move on the bed. The next thing she knew he had placed a kiss on her cheek. She turned toward him as he moved his pillows and laid down properly, turning towards her.

"Good night Hermione," and he closed his eyes. Hermione sat there for a few minutes in the dark, pondering once again the events of the day. As she began to nod off she thought to herself, 'Maybe this won't be awful.'