The Day Together

Hermione Granger woke up. She had hoped it was an awful dream.

That Lucius Malfoy, after losing his wife and son in an explosion didn't propose to her as she was the only muggleborn he felt was worthy to be his wife. That he bought the building her parents work in and threatened to destroy their business if they don't comply with him marrying their daughter. That he took away her chance to be with Ron.

Then she looked to her engagement ring and realized it was no dream.

"Oh no... this can't be happening... this can't be real..." she muttered to herself.

It was true. She agreed to marry him last night. To make matters worse, he is coming for her today as he wants to spend time with her before they marry in a month.

Hermione sighed as she got out of bed. She quickly took a shower, dressed herself in a pair of jeans and a black sleeveless shirt, brushed her hair and put on some comfortable shoes. She had a small breakfast of a muffin and an apple, having little appetite right now. The clock on the wall showed that it was almost time for Lucius to arrive. She didn't know what to expect from him.

Part of her hoped that he would show her a different side of him, that he wasn't really that cruel and heartless person she had always thought him to be, just as he showed a bit of that last night. But then again, another part of her was terrified of what he might do or say to her today.

As she walked out of her restroom, she could hear a knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she took a deep breath and walked over to open it. There he was, Lucius Malfoy, looking as handsome as ever in black wizard's robe, causing Hermione to think he never wears anything else but robes.

"Good morning, Hermione." He said, offering her his arm. "Shall we?"

She hesitated for a moment before taking his arm, feeling like she had no other choice.

I suppose I'll have to get used to him at some point. She thought.

They walked out of the apartment together, into the bright sunshine, and began their day together.

10 minutes later

As they walked together, they knew they had to start talking.

"So, Lucius?" Hermione began cautiously, trying to find some common ground and a reason to relax. "What do you have planned for today?"

He smiled at her, his eyes looking less than pleasant to her as he eyed her.

"Well, Hermione, I thought we could go for a leisurely stroll through the park in your house's neighborhood, perhaps grab a bite to eat at a quaint little café. I've always found a pleasant stroll through a park to be rather lovely, and it's such a beautiful day outside. What do you say?"

She hesitated, trying to mask her uncertainty.

"That sounds... nice, I suppose." She managed, not meeting his gaze as she didn't expect such a thing to come from him.

Lucius smiled.

"Then, let us get going." He said.

"I know the quickest route there." Hermione said as she gestured to a certain stop.

Lucius' enjoyment in what he had in store for her vanished at where she was pointing.

The two boarded the wizarding bus.

Lucius expressed distaste for it rather quickly.

"Accursed machine..." He muttered as he held onto the rail once it sped up.

"Do you get sick to your stomach too? I saw a wizard riding for the first time and he vomited once he was off." Hermione asks.

"How charming... but no. I just find adapting muggle creations to be ridiculous..." He muttered.

And that was strike 1. Hermione frowned at his response.

They exited the bus once it arrived. and began their walk through the park.

"Here it is." Hermione said.

"Ah, wonderf-" Lucius then held his hand to his mouth, while the other hand went to his stomach. "N-No!" He went, swallowing. "I had a mighty breakfast... I am not going to lose it."

Hermione couldn't help but take some pleasure in his misery.

The sun was shining, the flowers in full bloom, and the air was perfumed with the scent of blossoming trees. Despite herself, Hermione couldn't help but feel a tiny spark of pleasure at the beauty of the day.

Lucius, however, seemed preoccupied. He kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, his expression growing more intense with every step they took. She could feel the tension building between them, almost like a palpable thing.

She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the beautiful scenery around them. The air was filled with the chirping of birds and the laughter of children playing nearby.

"This place is lovely, Lucius." She said, hoping to break the silence. "I've always enjoyed coming here."

"Did you come often as a child?" He asks.

"Indeed. A quiet place to read books, or sometimes enjoy a little quiet time for myself." She admitted.

The sounds of children grew louder.

"Perhaps not too quiet at this time..." Her groom-to-be muttered.

Lucius looked to the children playing, imagining the children they would have to have someday together. He couldn't help but feel a small pang of regret, knowing that they would never be together if it weren't for this arrangement. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his thoughts in check.

"It's still beautiful." Hermione said.

"Yes, it is quite beautiful here... for a place that gathers muggles." He agreed, turning his attention back to her. "And you look lovely today, Hermione." He paused, his voice lowering slightly. "You know... you remind me of someone."

She glanced at him, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

"Oh? And who would that be?" She asks as they suddenly stopped.

He smiled, taking a step closer to her.

"You remind me of myself, actually," He said, his voice softening. "You have the same determination, the same strength of character... it's quite admirable, really."

She looked away, trying to hide the sudden blush that had risen to her cheeks. She didn't want him to think she found his admiration of her to be flattering.

"I'm sure I don't remind you of anyone like that." She said, trying to sound dismissive.

He laughed, a low, amused sound.

"Oh, but you do, my dear. You most certainly do." He reached out, brushing a stray hair from her cheek. "And I think that's why I find myself drawn to you... because you're so much like me."

The touch of his hand sent a shiver down her spine, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this was all just a game to him. That he was simply using her to get what he wanted. She wished she could believe him, but she couldn't shake the feeling that he was just playing with her emotions.

"I'm not like you, Lucius." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not like any of those who followed your master out of some deluded sense of grandeur or racial purity. I'm my own person."

He cocked his head to the side, studying her.

"The only muggleborn I have ever been attracted to. You are indeed your own…" He said.

Hermione gave him a smile, a sarcastic one at that.

"I almost forgot who I am marrying…" She said.

Lucius scoffed in an almost playful manner.

"I must remind you that I am the one who holds your heart now. I am the one who will be your husband and the father of your children. You are mine, Hermione. You can try to deny it all you want, but the truth will always find its way back to you." He said.

His words stung, but she refused to let it show. She forced a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, Lucius. You're such a romantic." She said with a bit of sarcasm.

He narrowed his eyes, taking another step closer to her.

"I am, aren't I? And that's exactly what you need. Someone who will love you fiercely and protect you at all costs. Someone who will never let you forget who you truly are." He said.

"The only muggleborn worthy of you?" She asks with a sardonic tone.

"Exactly." He said.

She could feel the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his stare. It was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. He was so sure of himself, so confident in the power he held over her. She couldn't help but wonder if he was right. If this was what she really wanted, deep down inside.

"Perhaps, considering how insistent you are to have me as your second wife." She managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Perhaps I do indeed have what it takes to be considered worthy of you." She snarked.

His smile was predatory, satisfied with her words.

"I knew it, Hermione." He breathed. "I knew you'd see it my way eventually."

As he leaned in closer, their bodies nearly touching, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.

He is right, isn't he? I'm basically his now since last night, and there is no going back since he wanted me specifically. The question is, what would happen next? She thought.

"What do you say, Hermione?" Se whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Are you ready to give in to the inevitable?"

Her heart raced, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "I'm not so sure about that," she said, her voice steady. "I may be yours, but I'm still my own person. I'll never be someone's possession, not even yours."

His smile faded, replaced by a look of determination. "We'll see about that," he growled. "Because I'm not the kind of man who takes no for an answer."

With that, he leaned in closer still, his lips brushing against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin, the pressure of his mouth against hers. It was a claiming kiss, a marking of territory. And despite herself, despite her determination to resist, she found herself responding.

As their tongues tangled together, she felt a strange mixture of fear and desire wash over her. She knew this was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. It was as if some invisible force were pulling her closer, forcing her to give in to the inevitable.

When at last he pulled away, she was breathless, her heart racing. He smiled down at her, his eyes dark with triumph. "I told you," he whispered, cupping her face in his hands. "You're mine, Hermione. Always have been, always will be."

She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she could only stare up at him, her heart pounding in her chest, as she tried to convince herself that she hadn't just given in to him. That she still had a choice.

"We have a month to come to accept this, remember?" She asks, wanting him to keep it in his britches.

"Of course." He said.

The two entered the Ministry of Magic, Lucius taking her hand in his. As they walked, she tried to steel herself against him, against the feeling of being owned by him. But no matter what she did, she couldn't shake the knowledge that he was right. She was his now, and there was no going back.

She only hoped that she could find a way to keep a part of herself safe, to keep the Hermione Granger who had once been free and independent alive, even as she lived out the rest of her days as the wife of the Malfoy widower.

Lucius took her hand and smiled.

"Well... what say we go to the nearest muggle eatery, hmm?" He asks.

"You wish to dine in a muggle eatery?" She asks incredulously.

"No... but my wife to be is a muggleborn, I must learn to be more... open minded." Lucius stated.

Hermione hid how predictable that was. Even with his growing attraction towards her, he was still the same Lucius Malfoy he was in that bookstore when she was 12.

She knew this place when she was a child. It was a cafe that her parents used to take her to when she was younger. Before she found out she was a witch, this was her favorite place outside the library. Even when she became a witch, it was her favorite place to frequent when not in school for some studying and a nice cup of tea. The cafe was quaint, the tables small, and the chairs uncomfortable, but it had a charm to it that made her feel right at home.

In short, she loved this place. That was before, of course, her becoming engaged with this former Death Eater who is at least 2-3 years older than her parents. This man she is only marrying as so he doesn't destroy her parents' lives and so she could use his money for good. She didn't expect to find anything in common with him, and judging by the look on his face, she was right.

Lucius scowled at the interior. He mentally judged the area. He found the place uninspiring, the paintings on the wall garish, the music too loud. It reminded him of the type of place his father would have taken him to when he was a child, not to eat but to express a sense of mockery towards muggles, something he never understood at a small age. Of course, that was before he had discovered the benefits of pureblood society, before he had become a Death Eater. He had been so much more refined, as he puts it, since then.

"You would eat here?" Lucius asks.

Hermione frowned at him.

"No, I come here to practice river dancing, care to see?" She responded sarcastically before being serious. "My parents' house is off-limits, considering who my company is."

Lucius remained quiet before the two take a seat. They looked at the menu, the eldest of the two mentally judging what they had to serve.

"Where's wine? Or the steaks and lobster?" he asks, scanning the menu.

"This is a cafe, not a 5-star restaurant." Hermione retorts, trying to keep her tone light. "And we don't have to eat fancy every time we have a meal together, you know. There are plenty of other options here." She glances at the menu, considering her choices. "Besides, you've had your share of muggle cuisine while undercover. Surely you remember how it tastes?"

"I never ate such things. I would eat before a mission, and always light. Too much can slow you down, after all." Lucius said.

"Just pick something... anything." Hermione complained.

As they scanned the menu, the waitress walked up to them. She was a fairly old woman with glasses.

"Welcome to John's, darlings. May I take y-" She soon recognized Hermione and smiled. "Hermione? Hermione Granger?" She asks happily.

"Mrs. Johnson!" Hermione exclaimed, smiling warmly. "It's so good to see you. Yes, you remember me. I used to come here with my parents all the time when I was younger. How have you been?"

"Fine, fine. It's been a while since I saw you here. You used to spend so much time at that boarding school of yours." She said before noticing the much older man with Hermione. "And... is this your uncle?" She asks.

Hermione coughed nervously as Lucius sent her a rather amused smile at what she had to say.

"Uh, no. This is... this is my fiance, Lucius Malfoy." She says, forcing a smile on her face.

Mrs. Johnson's smile remained despite hearing what she just said.

"Come again?" She asks.

"You heard her." Lucius said with a smile that was quite unsettling. "I'm her fiance. We're here to celebrate our engagement."

"I-I see... con-congratulations." Mrs. Johnson went before a question she had to ask came. "Mr... Malfoy, was it? How old are you?" She asks.

"If you must know, I am 25 years her senior." He answered flatly.

"Oh, dear..." Mrs. Johnson murmured, looking at Hermione with pity in her eyes. "Well, I wish you both the best. You must have quite the story to tell. And, Hermione, I'm glad you found someone, even if he's... older than even your parents." She said, unable to stop herself from comparing them.

"Quite respectable of you to not take issue with our age difference." He said.

In reality, she found this man who was older than Hermione's parents marrying her rather uncomfortable to think, especially since she had heard she found a boyfriend in her schoolmate, one she called Ron.

"So... are... are you both ready to order?" She asks.

Hermione decided to answer, wanting to get over the uncomfortable subject.

"I shall have... a drink of water, please." Hermione answered, still trying to process the conversation.

She glanced at Lucius, noticing the amused smile on his face. He was enjoying her discomfort, and she couldn't help but feel a flash of annoyance.

"If I must... I shall have water as well, with a lemon, so it at least tries to be up to my standards." Lucius said in a rather elitist manner.

"I-I see..." Mrs. Johnson as she wrote it down. "And... to eat?"

"I will have..." Hermione skimmed the menu for lunch foods. "...the salmon salad. With no croutons, please." She glanced at Lucius, then back at Mrs. Johnson. "And my fiance will have..." She paused for a moment, trying to get Lucius to order something.

"...the steak sandwich. Medium rare, with a side salad as opposed to those fried sticks of potato." He said, almost like an order as he handed the menu.

"Y-Yes." Mrs. Johnson said, still uncomfortable with the news of who this man is to Hermione. "I'll bring your drinks soon." She said.

Once she was gone, Hermione noticed the look of dominance and smugness from Lucius.

"Don't give me that look." She said.

"You aren't my wife yet, so I needn't obey you." He said.

"Even so... it's not like I could lie since you'd probably just use your magic on me." Hermione scoffed, shaking her head.

"I wouldn't do that. I cannot harm muggles and marry a muggleborn, as that would attract negative attention." He stated.

"Considering what you did to make me agree to marrying you, can you blame me for thinking that?" Hermione stated, trying to keep her tone as light as possible. "But, you're right, I guess I should be grateful you're not going to use your magic on me. At least not yet."

"Well, I figure I should at least judge the kind of food my heir's mother had lived off of, to judge whether or not I will allow them to eat it." Lucius said.

"How decent of you..." Hermione sarcastically drawled, rolling her eyes.

"Well... I know that once this is done, you will be eating in more high-class locations of finer cuisine." Lucius said.

"I'm sure the food will make me forget who I have to share a meal with for the rest of my life..." Hermione said with an eye roll.

Lucius laughed with a tone that made it clear he was hiding how he didn't like her attitude.

"So, once this is done, shall we go to your parents to tell them the good news?" Lucius asks.

"I don't think that telling them that their precious daughter has agreed to marry a Death Eater would go over very well..." Hermione said. "At least not with you in the area. You know how protective they are."

"Then you shall tell them that I am your fiance and that you have come to your senses." Lucius said with a chuckle. "They will be pleased, I'm sure."

"More like they want you to not touch me. Hermione responded flatly as she saw Mrs. Johnson bringing their drinks, causing her hide her attitude with a smile. "Ah, Mrs. Johnson..."

"Here you are, dearie..." She said, giving Hermione her drink with a smile before looking more cautious around Lucius. "And... your... guest?" She carefully asked.

"He's not my guest, Mrs. Johnson." Hermione said with a small smile, trying to make the older woman feel more at ease. "He's my fiance, Lucius Malfoy." She paused, taking a sip of her water. "We've just decided to tie the knot."

"Yes, yes... of course." Mrs. Johnson said. "Good to see Hermione isn't bothered by age."

Lucius sent his bride a controlling smirk as she hid her discomfort from hearing that with a sip of her drink.

"Indeed, she just needed some... persuasion." He said in a rather cryptic tone.

Mrs. Johnson hid her growing discomfort with a smile, thinking that if she probed for questions, it would be a bad idea.

"I'll come back with you food soon." She said before going.

Hermione glared at Lucius.

"Can you please not do that?" She asks.

"Do what?" He asks in faux-innocence.

"Make implications that you're forcing me or threatening me... which is somewhat true." Hermione stated, gesturing to herself.

Lucius shrugged.

"I did say that I would marry you of my own free will and that you are marrying a man much older than you. It's not my fault she feels uncomfortable with my choice of wording..." He said.

"This wasn't just so we could eat in a place I know, was it? You just wanted to act like your usual Malfoy self in a place I find comfort in and ruin it." Hermione said, anger coloring her voice. "You're no better than any other Death Eater, just a little smarter about how you do it."

"I consider that a compliment." Lucius said with a smile.

"Of course you do..." Hermione said, crossing her arms and sitting back in frustration.

Their conversation was interrupted when Mrs. Johnson returned with their food, setting it in front of them. The aroma was wonderful, but Hermione's stomach twisted at the thought of eating with Lucius in a place she found peace in for years. He seemed to sense this, as evident when he leaned in closer and whispered to her.

"You'll enjoy it." He said.

"I'll more than likely try to tolerate it." She said with a scowl.

Lucius only laughed lightly as they began their lunch.

One hour after lunch.

Lucius and Hermione apparated, teleporting in the wizard world, to the street where the Ministry of Magic was located. Hermione clutched her stomach.

"Did we have to come like that?" She asks, thinking she would vomit her lunch.

"I am not entering that muggle machine foolish wizard appropriated, such a thing is beneath me from trying again. Besides... I almost vomited." He stated.

"And we could have done the same just now!" She pointed out.

"When you've done it as much as I have, the soon-to-be new Mrs. Malfoy in a month, your body will adapt." Lucius said with little sympathy for her.

"Oh, is that so? You're sure you didn't just get used to having house-elves do the cleaning for you?" Hermione shot back, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Lucius only chuckled at that.

"It's funny how your insults are rather amusing..." Lucius said.

"And why exactly are we here?" Hermione asks.

"I have... a bit of an errand to run. I figure we could do it together, since we're already here," Lucius replied.

"Oh? And what is it?" She asks.

"It's something I know you love. Books." Lucius responded.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"You're taking me to a bookstore?"

"Indeed." Lucius said. "Come."

He walked forward, Hermione raising an eyebrow before following him.

"Is it a special book?" She asks.

"You could say that." Lucius said cryptically.

Hermione remained silent as she continued walking.

The two arrived at the bookstore, one run by goblins and other wizards.

Hermione paused as she looked at how huge it is.

"It's almost as big as the one in Hogwarts." She said. Her voice carried a hint of awe.

Lucius gave her a sideways glance.

"I take it you're impressed?" He asked with small smile.

"I... can't lie, I am. I could spend hours here..." She said.

"Once you marry me, you can use my membership here to get books at a lower price." Lucius said.

"I... guess that's another advantage to wedding you." Hermione said in a low voice.

Lucius turned around and looked at Hermione.

"I shall be looking for the book I am here for. You are free to explore and find whatever books you desire and I shall purchase them." Lucius said with a slight bow, before heading over to a section that seemed to hold the books he was after.

Hermione held her arm out.

"Where exactly is the book your looking for? I could help you." She offered.

Lucius looked back with an eyebrow raised.

"It's... someplace for those with memberships. Since you are not my wife yet, you cannot enter. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause." Lucius replied, his voice steady and calm.

"When will you be back?" Hermione asks as Lucius is about to go.

"I do not know, but I am sure I will find your my way back. No more questions. For someone who is unwilling to accept her fate as my wife, you seem to want me around." Lucius said.

"I will wait for you here." Hermione said, feeling a little annoyed at being left out.

She took a deep breath and decided to explore the bookstore further, determined not to let Lucius's words get to her.

She wandered through the aisles, lost in the world of books, her eyes scanning the titles and covers, her fingers itching to touch and feel them.

She noticed one book and pulled it out.

"Isn't this Hogwarts A History in its original state? Before the revisions?" She asks with a smile before looking at another book. "The first Fantastic Beasts book?" She asks eagerly. "I've always wanted to read it." She murmurs as she pulls it out and flips through the pages, admiring the illustrations. As she's about to put it back, she notices a book about herbology tucked behind it. Intrigued, she pulls it out and begins to read.

As she did, her interest in finding books grew as she headed through other aisles.

Meanwhile, Lucius was in the back of the store, looking over his shoulder as to make sure no one sees him.

As he did, he went through a door and found himself in the storage room. There, one goblin was at a desk, waiting for him.

"Mr. Malfoy..." The Goblin said.

"Hello, Gil." Lucius acknowledged the goblin as he approached the desk. "I've come for the book I've ordered."

"It's odd that you of all wizards has accepted a mudblood wife... and that you'd ask for this book." Gil said.

Lucius, feeling safe to be free to say that word, nodded.

"For a mudblood, she is quite intelligent and resourceful. It makes her an ideal mate for a Malfoy." Lucius replied, his voice calm and steady. "Now, I trust you have the book I've ordered."

"I do." Gil said as he got up as he headed to bring the book, still speaking. "It doesn't hurt that this Granger girl has grown up lovely from the bushy-haired know-it-all."

"Indeed... though I am upset to mix my pure blood with her dirty one, despite her common hair and eye color, she herself is not unattractive. Though, I do wonder if she can truly accept her fate... She seems to want to explore on her own..." Lucius mused.

"Well, here it is." Gil said as he gave Lucius the book.

"List of all known time-turner owners. Wonderful..." He said as he opened the book and started to read it.

"Why exactly do you want such a book? Plotting to steal one?"

"No. The man who killed my wife and son had something on him... it looked like a time turner." He explained.

"Really?" Gil asks. "Well, it's an old book, and the information in there is quite outdated. You'll have to be careful who you ask for help. Most people would rather not associate with those who would use such devices. Especially since the Ministry has made it clear that they will not tolerate such activities that run the risk of altering history."

"I am no fool. I know I cannot try to rewrite history to save them as there's a massive risk of changing the present for the worse. But I have to find out who killed them, and if there is any way to find them, I must try." Lucius explained, his voice steady.

"If you insist. I'll help you find someone who might know something. There's an old curse-breaker who lives in a shack outside of Hogsmeade. She might know something about finding any Time-Turners. Her name is Bathilda. She's not easy to track down, and she's quite crotchety, but she might be your best bet. Just be careful. There's a reason why she lives in solitude." Gil warned.

"I will see once I find the owner of the damaged Time-Turner." Lucius said as he kept reading, scowling. "His name isn't here..."

"What name?" Gil asks.

"Belthune..." Lucius stated. "He said his name is Belthune."

"Ah... I see. That's a somewhat common name, too common. Perhaps he's using an alias." Gil advised.

"Perhaps. The autopsy and search they did found no link to anyone by that name. It's too common and no one by his description or age is alive. It's possible he was a child when he lost his loved ones... but because his name is too common, and he didn't give me his first name, it's been difficult." Lucius said.

"I see. From what I heard, he used a muggle weapon. It's possible he's a muggleborn who hasn't grown up yet. If you find him, you might have to convince him of the situation. Perhaps show him some proof that you're not trying to harm him. Or, you could ask the Order of the Phoenix for help. They're known to have some sympathetic members who might be able to assist you. They have connections with the muggle community." Gil suggested.

Lucius ignored him, continuing to read through all the B names before shutting.

"This is a dead end... I haven't found his name, implying no one in the past 10 years came into acquisition of that name. If he was indeed a time traveler... he might have indeed used a fake name." Lucius sighed.

"Can't you use his body as a means of locating whoever shares his blood with a spell of some kind?" Gil asks.

"As much as I want to, I've been forbidden to use magic to find his family, not wanting me to risk violence to him while he's considered innocent." Lucius complained.

"I see." Gil said before going to his desk. "I have the other book you asked for."

Lucius raised his head.

"I suppose that would be of aid." He said.

Gil had brought the book to him.

"A book on the history of marriages, both in the wizarding and muggle worlds. To help you rob the cradle more effectively." Gil said.

Lucius took the book and started to flip through it.

"I see... this could prove useful. Thank you, Gil." He said as he continued to look through the book.

With that, Lucius left.

Once he left the room, he made his way to the front desk, where he saw a small crowd of wizards watching someone carry several books for purchase.

"Sir?" One goblin who worked here said to Lucius. "I believe this young lady is your guest."

Lucius found his way to see that Hermione has brought a total of twenty books, all on various subjects, including charms, potions, and defense against the dark arts. She was looking at a book on charms when she heard him approach.

"I see you're already taking advantage of my wealth." He said in amusement.

"Well, I had you to thank for that advice, so I thought I'd take full advantage." She grinned, closing the book on charms and moving on to the next one, about potions. "So, what do you think? Do you have a favorite subject?"

Lucius couldn't help but laugh.

"Well... seeing as we can't carry them, I can have them shipped to your apartment by tomorrow morning." Lucius said.

"That's very kind of you, Lucius. Thank you." Hermione beamed at him. "But I have to say, I'm most interested in defense against the dark arts and potions. You see, I'm planning on becoming an Auror once I finish school, and I think those two subjects will be most useful to me."

"Well, marrying a former Death Eater has its advantages." Lucius mused as he went to make the purchase.

As he went, Hermione realized something amiss. She was thanking him.

"Oh my god..." She muttered. "Am I... am I marrying you to get ahead in my career?" She asked herself, a mixture of horror and disbelief crossing her features. "No, no... that's not it. I mean, I don't want to be rude, but... we're just marrying for convenience, right? There's nothing... romantic between us?"

As they left the bookstore, Hermione was keeping quiet.

"I actually thanked him? The man who is threatening my family into making me his wife? What's wrong with me?" She asks under her breath.

Lucius didn't hear her, he was only fixated on what they will do next.

"Come, Hermione. There is one last place we must go to before our day ends. Although, we can always grab dinner later." Lucius said, offering her his arm.

She took it, feeling a bit more at ease with him now. As they walked, she noticed how people would stare at them, some with pity, some with curiosity, and some with outright disgust.

"Isn't he old enough to be her father?" She heard one asks.

"Isn't she a mudb- I mean, muggleborn?" Another asked.

"When you lose your family, you're willing to rob the cradle, I guess." Hermione heard someone say.

She couldn't blame them for thinking that. After all, Lucius was nearly three decades older than her. It's not a union of love, but him threatening to ruin her parents and their livelihood if it meant taking the only muggleborn he saw worthy of him.

"Here we are." He said proudly.

To Hermione's surprise, it was her place of work.

"The Ministry of Magic?" She asks.

"Yes, my dear. I thought it would be fitting for us to stop by your place of work before we go home. I'd like to inform your employer and our minister that I have found my chosen muggleborn wife. It's where you spend most of your time, after all." He says, his tone gentle and understanding, yet Hermione knew there was an edge to it.

"Lucky me." She mumbled in sarcasm.

"Lucky indeed. Now, let's find Shacklebolt's people to let the Wizarding World know of our union." Lucius said as he pulled her along.

Hermione took in a deep breath, hoping for one thing.

"I pray Mr. Weasley isn't here..." She said under her breath so that she wasn't heard.

Inside the Ministry, people were going about their usual tasks. Some were deep in thought, others were shouting about their latest findings, and a few were even arguing over trivial matters. Hermione's heart skipped a beat as they approached the desk of Minister Shacklebolt himself. She'd never been this close to him before and felt a mixture of nerves and anticipation.

Not how I wanted to get his attention... She thought in embarrassment.

"Ah, Shacklebolt. Good, you are here." Lucius said.

Shacklebolt saw Lucius and gave an exasperated groan.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" He asks.

"Only to know who to speak with to confirm that I am to be re-married." Lucius said.

"I'm surprised, you found a pureblood would take you, what with your age and background." Shacklebolt said dryly, causing a few chuckles around the office.

Lucius's expression didn't falter as he glanced at Hermione.

"Guess again." He said.

Once all eyes were on Hermione, she ducked her head down.

"H-Hello, Minister Shacklebolt." She said in a quiet voice. "I...I understand that I'm not a pureblood, nor am I from a well-established family, but I...I am who Lucius Malfoy has chosen to keep the Malfoy family alive."

Shacklebolt raised an eyebrow at this.

"Hermione Granger? She was your son's schoolmate. I heard she's quite a bright one." Shacklebolt said, surprising Hermione.

"Thank you, Minister." Hermione said.

"I know of your reputation as the brightest witch of your age. Still... why are you with him?" Shacklebolt asks, finding the idea of Lucius wedding a muggleborn who was younger than him, and someone his late son went to school with, to be rather absurd.

"Let's just say... I'm persuasive." Lucius said with a rather ominous tone.

Shacklebolt did not like the tone he used, but he decided to let it slide for now.

"Very well. I assume you've both thought this through. There will be some who won't be pleased about this, but I cannot stop you. I will inform the Wizarding World of your union, and I wish you both the best." He paused for a moment, then added, "I hope you'll consider having a proper ceremony, though. For the sake of appearances."

"We will have it at my manor in a month. It is where she will live from now on, after all." Lucius states.

"So soon?" Shacklebolt asks before looking at Hermione. "Is this acceptable for you, Ms. Granger?" He asks.

Hermione wanted to tell him she did not want to marry this man, yet knew there was no point. Lucius cannot use magic, but buying her family's building wasn't against the laws, so there was nothing they could do as Lucius was still doing things legally by their rules. She swallowed hard before answering.

"It is acceptable, Minister Shacklebolt." She said softly.

Shacklebolt nodded.

"Very well. I will inform the Wizarding World of your union. And may I add, congratulations, Ms. Granger." He said, not sounding entirely sincere.

"Thank you, Minister." She said.

Once that was done, Lucius looked over his shoulder and could see someone from afar. Whoever this was, it brought a smug smile to his face.

"He's here..." He said under his breath. With that, he nodded to Shacklefort. "If you'll excuse us... Hermione and I have some... other things to do."

They left the desk and walked away, with Lucius leading her by the hand. As they exited the office, he could see who walked past the office.

Hermione saw him as well, growing rather pale at the sight of the tall, redheaded man. The father of the man she truly loved.

"No.. please no..." She begged quietly to Lucius.

"But he's a dear friend, is he not? Surely he should already know... that his son will not be your husband?" Lucius stated.

"Don't talk to Mr. Weasley, please..." Hermione asks, trying to pull out of Lucius' grip.

"But he's your friend, no? I thought you'd be happy to see him. Or perhaps you're still holding out hope that you and his son..." Lucius paused, grinning malevolently. "No, don't tell me. You can't possibly still love a weasel like him, can you?"

"Better him or an actual weasel over you." Hermione said, pulling her hand out of his grip. "And don't hold onto me so tightly."

Lucius chuckled darkly.

"Very well, Ms. Granger. If that's the way you want it. Now, then, I believe our 'friend' was going this way."

"We are not going to speak with him, not right now." Hermione stated. "Promise me... you will not speak with him about us."

"You have my word, my dear Hermione." Lucius stated.

They continued walking down the corridor, with Lucius occasionally looking over his shoulder to see if Arthur was still in sight. After a few moments, he spotted the man in question standing by a nearby window, seemingly deep in thought. With a sly grin, he cast a quick spell, making a small object on a nearby shelf levitate and spin around erratically. Arthur's attention was immediately drawn to the commotion, and he began walking towards it when he spotted Lucius with Hermione.

He knew full well from his wife that Hermione had chosen to marry this man so she could use his money to help them. While admirable and honorable, Arthur couldn't stand to see the girl his son loves throw her life and future away to be Malfoy's glorified incubator. So, he followed them in the hopes of talking some sense into her, or at least offer her support.

As they were nearing the exit, two wizards with cameras approached them.

"Shacklefort has informed us that you, Lucius Malfoy, have selected a new wife." One said.

"Indeed." Lucius stated.

"We were just now news that the last Malfoy, and one of the last remaining former Death Eaters, has chosen to follow the law and take a muggleborn for a wife. Once Shacklefort informed us, we knew our job was to spread the news. May we take your photo?" The other asked.

Hermione wanted to say no, but Lucius didn't give her the chance.

"Of course, we would be delighted." he said, his voice smooth and deceptively kind. "You are to be my second wife now, after all. And as such, I feel this is a momentous occasion worthy of photos."

"Indeed..." Hermione said uncomfortably.

With that, Lucius held her close, taking his glove off and touching her exposed shoulder as they posed for the camera. Hermione faked her smile as the flash went off, the light momentarily blinding her. When the photos were done, the wizards wishing them luck and a happy marriage.

"Perhaps one more... in but a moment." Lucius said.

"What kind of photo, sir?" One photographer asks.

"You will know..." Lucius stated as he looked around the corner and saw who he was waiting for.

"Must we do this?" Hermione asks, pulling out of his arms.

Lucius responded by circling her so that her back was turned to who was watching.

"We should. After all..." Lucius' eyes darted to who was behind her. "Not many are as lucky to learn of us as quickly as the Weasleys."

Hearing him saw that, Hermione turned her back, seeing the man she had hoped would be her father-in-law someday.

"Mr. Weasley?" She asks, looking horrified to see him, but not seeing Lucius give the signal to the photographers. "You." She said as her eyes darted towards Lucius. "How dare you do this to him." She pointed to Arthur. "He's a good man, and his family don't dese-"

She was cut off as Lucius kissed her.

She was surprised, startled as his tongue pushed past her lips, invading her mouth. His hand splayed across her lower back, pressing her against him as he deepened the kiss. Her lips parted, and she felt a moan escape her throat. To make matters worse, pictures were being taken as she pressed her hands on his shoulders, the image making it look like a passionate kiss and not the manipulation that it was.

Arthur Weasley stared in shock. Seeing the girl his son loved being molested by a man his own age, and it was clear she was not enjoying it.

Lucius' eyes opened to look at Arthur. There was a hint of cruelty and smugness in his eyes, almost as if he was saying "Your son's beloved mudblood is mine to enjoy now, just as I enjoy her touch."

No please... not here... Hermione thought, resisting the urge to kiss him back.

"Hermione..." Arthur Weasley asks.

The kiss broke as Hermione pulled away from Lucius, much to the dismay of the photographers, as she looked back. She was breathless and dazed, yet the sight of Arthur Weasley snapped her out of it.

"Mr. Weasley..." She said.

"You know I can't do anything," Arthur said, his voice strained. "But I wish you wouldn't put yourself through this. I... I can only hope... that some good comes out of this." He said with a sigh.

"As do I... Mr. Weasley..." Hermione said.

"Goodbye, Hermione..." He said as he walked away, his expression and body language shouting defeated.

"Goodbye, Mr. Weasley..." She said.

It wasn't just him who saw. Indeed, people saw this and murmured.

"Congratulations, you two." One person said, oblivious to Hermione's plight.

"Thank you..." Hermione said with a fake smile.

"You see?" Lucius asks as Hermione turned her attention to him. "I kept my promise... I didn't speak to him... at all." Her said, his smile predatory as he looked down at her with desire.

Hermione gave an amused scoff before her temper rose and she stomped her foot on his.

Lucius did not react as expected. Instead, as if impressed by her reaction, he only smiled at her.

Hermione pulled back as she stormed out.

Lucius watched her go, a mixture of amusement and desire playing across his features. He could feel the eyes of those around him, but he didn't care. He had won this round, and he knew that she would be unable to fight back. He straightened his robes and looked to everyone, playing it off like a lover's quarrel.

"My fiancé, everyone." He said, earning laughs.

Hermione returned to the outside, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. She tried to focus on how defeated Arthur Weasley looked, but her mind kept wandering back to the kiss she had just endured. She could feel the weight of the ring on her finger, a constant reminder of the situation she was in.

"He's bloody won, hasn't he?" Hermione asked under her breath, trying to convince herself that she was still in control.

Lucius stepped out, looking quite satisfied.

"Well... now that that's done... what shall we do next, hmm?" He asks.

"I'm tired... take me home." Hermione insisted. "My apartment, not your manor..." She added to make sure he understood that she wasn't giving in.

"If you insist... I should get back home myself." He said as he took her arm, much to her annoyance.

Lucius walked Hermione back to her apartment, a notable smile on his face.

"This was wonderful, my dear. I must say, you're even more enchanting when you're not under that ridiculous Ministry's thumb. I can't wait to see what other delights you have in store for me tonight. Perhaps a late-night snack...or a midnight swim...the possibilities are endless with you around, aren't they?" Lucius spoke as if he had done nothing to upset her.

His words sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, and not just from the cold night air. She knew that she should be repulsed by his advances, but there was something about him that was so alluring. As they neared her building, she found herself wondering what it would be like to truly be with him. To give in to his desires and see where it led. However, the memory of her violation in front of Arthur Weasley returned to her mind.

"Now now… I thought you were old fashioned. Nothing of the sort before wed, correct?" She asks him sharply.

Lucius chuckles, his breath forming little clouds in the air.

"Oh, my dear Hermione. You must learn to loosen up. Today was only a taste of what's to come. Imagine how much more...liberated we'll be once we're married. We can do as we please...when we please. The only limitation is who we please." He said, his words chosen specifically.

His words had a rather terrifying implication, as if he were willing to sexually assault her once they were husband and wife.

She wondered if Narcissa went through the same when she met Lucius, only to dismiss it as they married for love. Since Narcissa died with Draco, it's not like she could ask her.

"I do believe it is rather… unfit to speak of that so soon." Hermione said quickly.

Lucius grinned, taking her hand in his.

"Ah, but you're forgetting that we're already betrothed. There's no need to keep up appearances anymore. Besides, I thought you enjoyed my company. Didn't you think I was charming?" He asks.

"Yes, and I quite enjoyed how you forcibly kissed me at the ministry, while Arthur Weasley was there. Tell me, did we have to go there to make the announcement with that kiss, or did you deliberately do that in the presence of my boyfriend's father to let him tell his son what's to come of me?" She questioned angrily as they entered the building and made their way to the stairs to her floor.

Lucius' grin faltered for a moment, but then he regained his composure.

"Ah, yes. Well, you must understand that I am accustomed to having my way. It was merely a show of dominance, nothing more." He said.

"Dominance, not surprising." Hermione snarked.

"Furthermore, you are not to call Ronald Weasley your boyfriend anymore. He will not be able to offer you the protection you need, the life you are being offered, and it will only hinder my plans for us. You are now mine, and you will obey me. Do you understand, Hermione? Or do I need to remind you of our upcoming wedding...and the consequences of disobeying your future husband?" He snarled.

"He certainly never acted like a possessive boyfriend…" Hermione stated.

Lucius looked at her with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"First off, I'm not your boyfriend, Hermione. I am your fiancé. There is a difference. And second, it seems you've yet to grasp the concept of our arrangement. I am not asking for your obedience; I am demanding it. You will do as I say, when I say. You will be mine, mind, body and soul. Do you understand me?" He ordered.

"With that level of volume, how could I not?" She snarked as they reached her door. "Well, here I am."

"May I come in?" Lucius asks, his tone shifting entirely from demanding to calm.

"Not on the first or second date. I am not that kind of girl." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Well…" Lucius looked around and his face was an expression of disapproval. "The first muggleborn to marry into the Malfoy family will soon be in greater living conditions, not to mention you will have no need for work as out wealth is near endless."

"I suppose that part is worth looking forward to…" Hermione groaned.

Lucius chuckled.

"Yes, I imagine it will be quite a change for you. And as for coming in...I could use a moment alone with you. I have something I wish to discuss." He said.

Hermione hesitated, her mind racing with possibilities. She glanced at the door, then back at Lucius.

"Very well... but just for a moment." She unlocked the door and stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter.

Lucius stepped inside, taking in the small, but cozy apartment. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

"As I was saying," He began to speak. "I wanted to discuss something with you. You see, I have...connections. People who can make things happen."

"Former Death Eaters?" She asked in hesitancy.

Lucius chuckled.

"Yes, well, some of them. Others have left the Dark Lord's service for their own reasons. But they owe me favors, and I can call upon them when I need to. I was thinking...perhaps you might be interested in using their skills for your own purposes." He said.

"Getting more involved in the ministry?" She asks.

"That… and your desire for knowledge. Perhaps learning more of the magic of the dark arts will help you." He said.

Hermione considered this for a moment. She knew that her time at Hogwarts had only scratched the surface of magic's potential, and she couldn't help but be drawn to the allure of unlocking its deeper mysteries.

"What sort of things would I be learning?" She asked cautiously.

"I am afraid these are things not to be discussed in an apartment like yours. I will secure them and they should be ready in two months." He said.

"A month after the wedding?" She asks as the thought of learning went through her mind. "I suppose a thank you is in order."

"Indeed it is." he said with a sly smile. "I'll have my people contact you and arrange a meeting. In the meantime, I suggest you continue with your studies as usual. It wouldn't do for anyone to become suspicious." He stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll see myself out. Unless, of course, you want me to stay? I do not enjoy the couch… but perhaps we sleep together in your bed?" He suggests with a wink.

Hermione felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to make such a suggestive remark.

"Um... I'm... I'd prefer if you left. We must remain abstinent for now." she stammered.

Lucius nodded as Hermione walked him out.

Once there, she closed the door and knew something else she had to say.

"Lucius..." She began, her voice quiet and uncertain. "Do...do you love me? Or...could you ever love me?"

He raised an eyebrow at her question.

"Love?" He repeated, seeming amused. "I suppose that's a grand emotion, isn't it? One that can't be forced or commanded, like magic itself." He paused, considering her carefully. "As for you, Granger...I respect you. You're intelligent, strong-willed, and resourceful. Those are qualities that are rare in a woman, let alone a muggleborn. And yes, I find you attractive. Very attractive. Yet, my heart is still for Narcissa."

Hermione nodded.

She did not love this man who is older than her father, as he is a bigot and cruel. But she found comfort in his words. Perhaps it was the fact that he respected her, that he found her attractive and intelligent. It was something, something to hold on to. Hope that maybe there could be some positivity in this relationship she had to be a part of.

She looked down at the ring she wore, her ties to Lucius.

"It's just… I had always hoped that the ring I would wear was from someone I love…" she admits.

Lucius chuckled darkly.

"Ah, love. Such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily bent and broken. But perhaps that doesn't matter. Perhaps we can find another way to make this work." He paused, his eyes burning into hers. "We will find a way, Granger. Together."

"Like making sure to Ronald's family I am forever not his?" She asks sadly as she looked down at her ring.

Lucius held her hand.

"Perhaps… perhaps next time he should he be the one to see us… as we do this!" Lucius said before, to her surprise, he pulled her in and kissed her.

Hermione was shocked into silence as he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She felt helpless against his strength, unable to push him away. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer still, as if he could consume her.

Her sounds of rejection muffled by his mouth, Hermione's strength was wearing out as his tongue danced with hers. Her hands were pinned against his chest as he continued to ravage her mouth, his other hand cupping her breast, squeezing it roughly through her dress. She felt helpless, trapped beneath him, as he used her body for his own pleasure. It was then that she realized she was no longer resisting.

Instead, she was slowly kissing him back as her hands wrapped around his taller frame. Her breasts ached for his touch as he squeezed them roughly through her shirt, his lips moving expertly against hers. She felt a sharp pain as his hips ground against her, his arousal pressing against her through their clothes, and she arched her back instinctively, wanting more. Her body responded to his touch in a way she hadn't expected, and she couldn't help but moan into his mouth as he continued to dominate her.

The kiss broke, as did the feelings of reciprocation as Hermione pulled away, leaning on her door whole panting.

Lucius grinned at her in victory.

"You see, Granger? It's not so difficult to feel desire, even for me. Perhaps we should explore this further, yes? Perhaps we should make love, truly love each other physically, as husband and wife should?" Ge asked, his voice low and husky.

He reached up, brushing a stray hair from her face, his fingers trembling slightly as they traced the outline of her jaw.

Hermione didn't speak, she pulled away as she looked to the floor in shame at how she reacted.

I do not want to be numb to this... She thought.

"It seems to me you want whatever is happening between us more than I do." Lucius said before speaking into her ear. "And I really want this. I want you. I want to have you. I want to be the one to make you forget about your past, about that Weasley and everything else that you hold dear. I want you to want that too, Granger. I want you to want me."

Hermione closed her eyes, unwilling took or speak.

Please leave... Please leave...

"Alas… I must go now, as I must decide on the caterers and the musicians for our wedding." He caressed her bare arm before reaching her neck and shoulder. "Sweet dream, Hermione Granger. I hope you have a pleasant night, and that you think about what I said. I will be waiting for you, my lovely little muggleborn. You know where to find me."

With a snicker, Lucius turned around and left. Once he was gone, an infuriated Hermione opened her eyes and raised her head.

She could still feel his mouth on his. As a result, she violently wiped her mouth with her hand.

She let out a shaky breath, upset how she enjoyed his touch and his kiss before angrily entering her apartment.

"I am already becoming Mrs. Malfoy as we speak…" She said with terror in her voice.

Not of what will happen to her, but how she seems to enjoy his touch.

She should have been more firm with her rejection, more clear with her words. But instead, her body betrayed her. It responded to his touch in a way it never had before. And even now, as she tried to convince herself that it was all wrong, all a mistake, a part of her still ached for more. More from him.