Hermione waited in dumbfounded silence. For what she didn't know. Just ten minutes ago, Draco had walked out of this room. She remembered exactly what he had told her to do.
"Tomorrow, meet me at that bench where you stole my wand. There, we will discuss our marriage and plans. I will tell my mother by mail, but remember, sooner or later you will have to be introduced to her. You will move into the Manor as soon as we are wed, and we will fill out paperwork to change your last name.
Keep in mind, Hermione. There's no turning back. You have to keep your vows. You are a Malfoy now, and that's really important to me and my family."
He started to turn away when she stopped him. "Is this a secret? Am I allowed to tell anyone?"
"Everyone will find out eventually. No need in keeping it as a secret."
Suddenly, Harry and Ron walked in. Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Ron's blubbering voice, "Hermione! Hermione, are you okay? What happened, are you alright? Do you need help? I'll help you stand, come on. Madam Pomfrey said you were good to go, a little banged up though…Here's your homework. Merlin, you scared me half to death! Don't ever do that again, you dummy. Everyone was talking about you… Then that ass took you and yelled at us… Geez what a bipolar freak…"
His constant jabbering hurt Hermione's ears but his excessive concern warmed her heart.
"Oh, come here, you." She opened her arms for them, and they both hugged her tight. She teared up a little from her emotions from what had happened, emotions from Draco, and emotions for them. "I love you guys." Her voice cracked.
They backed away slightly and looked at each other, confirming without speech that she was definitely acting very strange.
Harry laughed nervously, "Heh, Madam Pomfrey must've used a little too strong stuff for our little 'Mione, right Ron?"
Hermione grinned. Normally she would've snapped back at them, but she was so grateful for their familiar presence and comfort after the loss of her parents.
But she need to tell them something very important. She motioned for them to sit down on the bed, and they obeyed.
"Harry, Ron, I need to tell you about this really important decision I made."
"Okay." Harry nodded.
Hermione took a deep breath, and blurted, "Draco and I are getting married."
Harry and Ron exploded in rough laughter, elbowing each other and guffawing. Ron gasped as he tried to breath in between laughter, "Okay, okay, we're sorry about whatever we did. Now stop joking around!"
She smiled sadly at their thinking, and they watched her. Harry laughed out, "See, Ron, I told you she was joking!"
"I'm not." She said quietly.
They laughed harder, until her expression grew serious. Harry asked tentatively, "You're not?"
She nodded. Harry spoke again, "You're actually getting married to our arch-enemy? And you're only 17!"
"Officially a full-grown witch now. And Draco can have a lot more in common with me than I thought."
Ron had been very quiet up until this point, until he asked, "Do you love him?"
Ron and Hermione had a special connection, were closer to each other than with Harry. They knew that they almost loved each other, but never grew upon it.
Hermione decisively said, "Yes."
Ron looked into her eyes for a long time, and muttered, "Okay." Hermione's heart almost broke at his reaction and wanted to reach out to him. But she remembered Draco's words, There's no turning back. You are a Malfoy now.
Harry, sensing an awkward third-wheel position coming, said he would meet them at lunch and scuttled away quickly. Ron helped Hermione up and they walked out together.
He tried to hold her hand, but Hermione snatched it away and faced him. "Ron, you have to get this through now. I'm an engaged woman, and I'm Malfoy's woman."
"How?! When?! Why?! When did this even start? Why do you like that ferret?"
Hermione answered firmly as if she were training a dog, "I love him and he loves me. We are going to marry each other become husband and wife."
Ron's face crumpled at her words. "I thought we had this special connection… Didn't we? We even had… you know…"
Hermione remembered what Ron was talking about, when they lost their virginity to each other a year ago.
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Flashback
Ron and Hermione laid flat on their backs in Ron's bed. They were both only in their underwear and had the covers up to their chins.
Ron had been teased by someone because he was still a virgin, and had suggested to Hermione that they lose their virginity, just to see what it felt like and so that no one could tease them anymore. Hermione agreed for the same reasons.
So there they were, awkwardly in Ron's bed, on opposite sides and not touching each other.
"Soooo… Do you even know what sex is, Ron?" Hermione said, finally talking to him.
Ron stumbled through his thoughts, "It what people do… and talk about?"
"You're gross, Ron." Hermione promptly stated. "It's what people do to have babies, and what girlfriends and boyfriends do because it feels good."
"Okay, soooo" Ron said, unaffected. Hermione blushed in anger and embarrassment. She rolled over to him and kissed him on the lips hard. "Hermione!" he gasped, but kissed her back.
His white cheeks grew almost as red as his hair as she tangled her fingers in it. "Hermione…" he whispered, his breath hot.
Hermione asked embarrassed, "Are you feeling tight, like in your underwear?"
"Well, maybe I grew an inch or two since I bought them, but otherwise, they're pretty fine. Why?" Hermione groaned at his naivety, and kissed him harder.
She whispered at him to take her bra off, but had to repeat it several times for him to hear her. He reached behind her, blushing, and struggled with the hooks clumsily. Hermione sighed in exasperation, and right there and then, she gave him a how-to on how to take a girl's bra off. He blushed harder when she asked him to do it again.
When he saw her, he moaned and kissed her neck. He hurriedly whispered in her ear, "Hermione, I feel like I should be doing something but I don't know what or how. What do I do?" Instead of speaking, Hermione guided Ron's hands to her breasts and continued to moan.
Ron's clumsy hands moved on her, and Hermione felt something hard on her legs.
She reached down to touch it, and Ron gasped loudly, "Hermione! Stop that!"
"No, no, this is what happens." Hermione hushed him. She took off his boxers and slid off her own underpants, and soon they were both naked. Ron kept expressively gasping and moaning uncontrollably, his hands down her back, on her face, caressing her neck. They were on their sides, facing each other. She felt her friend's penis rub up against her as Ron kept grinding it against her leg.
Hermione wrapped one leg around Ron's thin waist and told him, "Now put it in, slowly."
"What? Where?" Hermione wondered why she was losing her virginity with another virgin, yet even Ron, and she just grabbed him and guided it to her vagina. "Slowly. Push it in slowly."
Ron did as she asked, and when he got all the way in, he howled in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Hermione was very tense in pain. "Ron, if you dare move an inch, I swear I will rip out all of the hair on your body and weave it into Chihuahua clothes."
Ron whined impatiently, "But it feels so good. I need to move."
"Just stay!" Hermione exploded. He stayed patiently.
When she felt comfortable with him inside her, she nodded. He started to move in and out, in and out. He was moaning, his face crunched up and his freckled, skinny chest heaved with his panting. Hermione felt good too, she wrapped her arms around him and moaned more and more. It felt good to be connected physically with her best friend as he moved inside her.
Ron's thrusting began to become wild and unsteady, and his voice cracked and became strained. "Ron, soon you'll cum, which is the part that makes me pregnant, so you have to…"
Ron screamed and grunted, and Hermione felt his penis twitch inside her and something warm and gooey shoot up inside her. "Ron!" She scrambled to get off of him, and when she got off, his penis was still shooting ribbons of white semen out of the tip. Ron gripped the sheets tight until it slowed to a stop. "Ron!" Hermione exclaimed again in horror as she imagined little babies with red hair and her brown eyes.
When he realized that he had accidently shot his seed up her, his eyes widened. "Are you pregnant? Can you feel it?"
Hermione struggled not to laugh at his cuteness in this serious situation. They promised to keep this a secret if she wasn't really pregnant.
Obviously, Ron had not fathered one of Hermione's children, as she currently does not have any.