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By: Gryffindorgirl153

A/N:edited 9.1.2011

Chapter Two

Truthfully, Hermione barely had the chance to allow the sudden change in her life to sink in before the reporters furiously attacked Draco, eager to dig up more and more information about his new fiancé. The uproar of the reporters and the constant flashes clouding her vision distracted her from all rational thought. As she felt Draco’s hand on her back and another on her shoulder, her feet immediately found its way back to ground.

Quick quote’s quills, which were viewed as voice recorders through muggle eyes, were being shoved into her face. She felt the arm around her waist tighten, as if it was his own way of comforting her with a small gesture. Question began running through her mind. What was she to say? Would she go on with this? Would she let Malfoy have the satisfaction of having his way again? He was asking her to pose as her fiancé, and Hermione was positive that it wasn’t about to end here.

Hermione glanced at him with a scowl, then back to the reporter as she held her breathe. “Yes.” She finally said, releasing her breath. “It is true.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Draco as she spoke. “I am engaged to Draco Malfoy.”

Upon her words, Draco released a shaky breath, instantaneously feeling a new level of appreciation towards the woman standing beside him. “We dated long ago.” Draco began. “But we split, for reasons that I will not share. At her request, I left my engagement party in order to meet her. I couldn’t let her slip away from my grasp again, so I spontaneously asked her to marry me. It was all very fast, trust me.” He explained, hoping that his story would be enough to satiate the reporters and keep them at bay for a decent amount of time. “Please excuse us.” He said politely, before he push past them as he held Hermione’s hand tightly in his.

Once they were far enough from the diner, Draco apparated both himself and Hermione into his current flat.

“Have you gone mad?” Hermione demanded loudly the moment her feet landed on the hardwood floor. “Engaged? We’re bloody engaged?”

“Sh.” Draco shushed her quickly, placing a finger over his lips. “Quiet, please.” His eyebrows knitted into a frown.

He quickly scanned the room, hoping that Astoria was still entertaining guest at their dinner party. His stomach dropped when he caught sight of a pair of long, slim legs dangling from the end of the kitchen counter. She had kicked her shoes off, and they were left forgotten, littered by the doorway of the kitchen. There were several bottles of empty firewhiskey lined on the counter beside her, and a half empty bottle in her hand.

The moment she heard the sound of the unfamiliar voice, she clumsily hopped off the counter and walked towards the newly engaged couple. “Hermione Granger?” She asked, surprised. Her breath reeked of alcohol, and Draco recoiled slightly.

Hermione, who was more than shocked to see Astoria, immediately went to apologizing. “Astoria Greengrass.” She breathed, going through the after effects of immense shock. “I’m so, so genuinely sorry.” She said before glancing over to Draco. “I’ll be leaving now.” She told him. Before she reached the door, Draco grabbed her arm, stopping her from taking another step.

“We need to talk.” He said. “Tomorrow.”

She turned and nodded slowly. “Send me an owl.” And then she was gone.

Astoria spared Draco another disapproving glance. He had been waiting for the shouting and the lecturing to come, but it never did. She remained quiet, staring at the spot Hermione was just standing on. He watched, guilt stricken, as she shook her head and stumbled into her bedroom.


Despite popular belief, to Draco, the Daily Prophet the next day was the best out of the entire couple of weeks.

Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass NOT Engaged!

Sorry folks, it turns out that this highly anticipated Malfoy/Greengrass wedding will not be happing. Instead, it looks like a Malfoy/Granger wedding will be taking its place. Draco Malfoy has indeed, found a new bride of his own, and will be planning to wed her, and not Miss Astoria Greengrass.

Nineteen year old, Hermione Granger, a plain, lucid girl was spotted with Draco Malfoy in a muggle diner, not far from Draco Malfoy’s previous bachelor pad. Dressed in a plain jumper and denim jeans, she departed the restaurant with Draco Malfoy hot on her heels. After the couple shared a kiss, proving the legitimacy of their relationship to several reporters and photographers, he announced, “My engagement with Astoria Greengrass is off. Astoria and I were both forced into an arranged marriage in order to help her family, for reasons that I am not comfortable with disclosing. I left the engagement dinner to propose to this woman, my old girlfriend.”

Miss Granger replied with the following. “Yes. It is true. I am engaged to Draco Malfoy.”

Looks like the Greengrass’ had a lot more to hide that we thought. Now that their engagement is over, sources revealed that the Greengrass’ truly are facing financial troubles, having to constantly repay the debts of deceased Caedmon Greengrass. There is no further information concerning Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass’ response to the latest news.

He smirked at the article with triumph, and placed it on his smoothly desk. It won’t be long now before his mother and father burst through the door of his office to reprimand him for deliberately disobeying them and successfully placing shame on the Greengrass’ name.

Suddenly remembering Hermione, he pulled out a spare piece of parchment from his desk and scribbled a short, quick note before he sent his owl off and out the window.

Meet me in The Leaky Cauldron.
Seven O’clock sharp.
Don’t be late, Granger.

Just as his owl took flight, the doors of his office burst open, and just as he had expected, he found his mother striding in quickly, looking livid. He took note of Astoria, trailing behind her, looking just as furious.

“What? were you thinking!” Narcissa question brusquely. Her voice was loud and sharp. She dropped her copy of the Prophet on his table, and slammed her old, worn hands on the surface. She did not even flinch upon the impact. “Hermione Granger? THE Hermione Granger? And on the night of your engagement dinner? Do you have any idea what you’ve just done, Draco? Do you have any idea what you just caused Astoria and her family? Do you?!”

Draco nodded, without so much as a wince. “I’ve gotten myself out of a loveless marriage.” He replied calmly, folding his hands on the surface of his desk.

“So you’re telling me you love this girl?” Narcissa asked her son with disbelief. “You love this muggle born girl Hermione Granger? I wasn’t aware that you and this girl were even friends, much less old lovers.”

Draco nodded again. “Yes mother, I do.”

Narcissa’s eyes blazed with a whole new level of fury. “I don’t buy a single word of this, you insolent little brat!” she screeched. “You haven’t spoken to this girl since Hogwarts, how do you expect this story to sell when it is a complete lie?”

“It’s not a lie, mother.” He informed her flatly.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done to her family? What Marcus and Corean are going through right now?” Narcissa sneered, glaring daggers at her only son.

“This should’ve been thought of before you chose me to marry her.” Draco spat. “We had a deal, remember?” He reminded her. “If I find someone that I’d like to marry before this wedding, then we could call it off.”

“Yes, but I didn’t actually think that you were dating someone Draco!” Narcissa exclaimed. “I didn’t think that you were stupid enough to allow things to unravel like this! I thought that you would at least have the decency to find a way out of this marriage without making this big of a mess.”

“What’s done is done.” He said, complacent.

Narcissa continued glaring. “I certainly do hope that you know what you’re doing.” She said in a threatening tone. “I hope to Merlin that you will learn to live with this woman for the rest of your life, because you won’t be able to wiggle your way out of this one. You want to marry that girl? Fine.”

He nodded. “I know.”

His composed state seemed to be hiding his thoughts from his mother, as he sat behind his desk, immediately thinking of ways to save both Hermione and himself from his own mess. As a façade, Draco obediently sat before his mother, his hands folded neatly. In truth, over the years, he found that it was amusing to stay as composed as possible while his mother unleashed her anger on him. It simply pushed her buttons further.

“If you mess up even once, Draco, you’re going to have to marry Astoria, as soon as possible.” Narcissa spat with distaste. “I won’t even wait till your twenty-first birthday. We’ll marry you off straight away, despite what the public has to say. Have I made myself clear?”


Sparing her son one last glare, she stormed out of the room with pent up anger still built up in her stomach. Astoria quickly followed her, and Draco was left to wonder why she bothered to show up in the first place, seeing as she hadn’t said a word since she arrived. However, once the door slammed before her, Draco released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and leaned back against the chair. His eyes trailed up towards the ceiling as he began contemplating once more. With an already convinced Hermione Granger, the only thing left was the acting.

“What on earth was I thinking?” Draco muttered to himself as he started to imagine a married life with Hermione Granger.

He recalled the previous night when he spent a couple of minutes in the restaurant talking to Hermione about things he could no longer remember. He came to the unforeseen conclusion that he ultimately preferred Hermione’s company over Astoria’s. He was not sure why, but something told him that it was the stimulating and intelligent conversations Hermione had to offer as opposed to Astoria’s constant nagging. He was aware that Astoria graduated as top of her class, but there was something different between the two women. Perhaps it was the distaste that Draco had harbored for Hermione for the past seventeen years of his life.

Like they say, there’s a thin line between love and hate.


It was around eight after seven when Draco entered the Leaky Cauldron. It had been years since he stepped foot in the old pub, and he greeted Tom, the barman, on his way to an empty table in a secluded corner. He took a seat on the old wooden chair and ordered one bottle of butterbeer and another bottle of firewhiskey from the waitress. He predicted that Hermione wasn’t the type of girl to drink firewhiskey during a meeting such as this. The waitress conjured the two bottles and set them down on the table. After he nodded his thanks, the waitress left him alone.

He stared at the door after he glanced up from his wrist watch. She was late.

A shaky feeling suddenly spread through his bones like wildfire. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. He realized that it was a horrid habit — fidgeting when nervous — but he couldn’t control himself. Hermione currently held the cards to his future. She had all the power in her hand, and that was something he was definitely not accustomed to.

Draco uncapped his drink and waited. About ten minutes later, a slender woman walked through the door, her eyes scanning the pub immediately. Hermione was no longer wearing her thick-rimmed glasses, and her hair was no longer in a ponytail. She was wearing a black pencil skirt with a white button up blouse, which adjusted to her curves perfectly. She wore high black pumps but she didn’t look much taller than an average woman.

Once she spotted Draco, she immediately rushed towards him. “I’m sorry I’m late.” She apologized, taking the seat in front of him. “I got caught up at work.”

“Granger.” Draco greeted sourly, angry that she had just made him wait for ten minutes.

Hermione wasted no time. She dropped her copy of the prophet in front of him and glared. “Do you have any idea how many people are furious with me at this point?” she demanded. “Ron wanted to hunt you down and kill you with his bare hands. I’m sure Harry would’ve liked to help him.”

Draco chuckled inwardly when he remembered that Hermione had two overprotective goons at her side at all times. “It’s not a walk in the park for me either.” Draco sneered. “If we screw this up, then I will be forced to marry Astoria straight away. My mother won’t even hesitate.”

Hermione stared at him with large eyes. “Are you actually serious?” she asked incredulously.

“About having to marry Astoria straight away if we screw this up?” Draco asked skeptically. “Yes.. Do you think my mother would joke about something as serious as that?”

“No, I mean about this whole marriage deal.” Hermione said, shaking her head. “Are you seriously telling me that you want me to go through with this? You want me to marry you?” she asked with disbelief. “Malfoy, you’re twenty, and I’m only turning nineteen. I didn’t even expect to get married until I was at least thirty. And you weren’t exactly the groom I pictured, either.”

Draco scowled, and took a sip of his firewhiskey “Granger, you already agreed that you would play along.” Draco reminded, opening the prophet for her to point it out. “The public knows that we’re going to get married. They expect us to get married. I’ve already changed my mind, I can’t do it twice.”

Hermione stared at the prophet with a horror stricken face. “B — but — but, Malfoy! I can’t get married!” She exclaimed fiercely. Relief washed over Draco when he remembered that he had chosen the most secluded place in the pub to meet. “I’m nineteen! I’m barely considered an adult in the muggle world! And neither are you! I’m still in training to be an auror, I don’t even have a proper job yet-” she continued rambling on and on about every single reason as to why she shouldn’t be married.

“Relax Granger.” Draco said exasperatedly, although he found every single reason of hers completely understandable and legitimate. “We can get a divorce in about a year or so.”

“A year?” Hermione asked with disbelief. “You want me to put my life on hold for a year just so I can help you get out of marrying Astoria? What makes you think that they won’t make you marry her once we get a divorce?”

“The Greengrass’ won’t wait that long to marry off their youngest daughter.” Draco answered calmly. “I know enough about their status to know that they are desperate for a fine merger with another company in order to ensure their financial status in society. It’s all so ridiculous, but that’s Marcus’ thinking. Especially since information concerning their struggle have already been released to the public.” He scowled at the though. “Although, I hardly think that marrying Astoria off will fix their regrettably smeared name.”

Hermione snorted at his last comment. “I don’t see why you people care so much about your family’s image.” She said. “Well you obviously don’t, but I don’t see why they care so much.”

Draco shrugged. “They’re purebloods. Their family name has lived on for generations, and those past generations have worked hard to make sure that their family will be respected and honored for years on end.” He explained further. “And it would be embarrassing if a young adult were to suddenly ruin everything.” Hermione fell silent, not having anything to say to Draco’s assessment on Pureblood families. “So are you going to help me or not?” he finally asked.

Hermione groaned and slumped in her seat. “I really, really don’t want to.” She told him firmly. “Why me, Malfoy? Why couldn’t you pick some other girl? You do have other friends who are willing to help you out?”

“But you have to, don’t you?” Draco said with a small smirk on his face, ignoring what she had just said to him. “You’ve already agreed.”

“What was I thinking?” Hermione whispered to herself in a regretful manner. “Malfoy, do we really have to do this?” she questioned desperately. “Please tell me that there’s some way we can just turn this around.”

“Yes.” Draco said, nodding. “Granger, I’m going to be very honest with you. I don’t want to marry you. I would rather marry Pansy, than marry you. But if I were to choose between you and Astoria, I would choose you.”

Hermione laughed, taking a large gulp of her untouched butterbeer. “You must hate her a lot then.” She surmised. “Emphasis on a lot.”

He chuckled. “Yes I do. I’d like to actually live with someone I can stand for more than five minutes. Astoria nags way to much.”

She cocked her head to the side, a gesture that Draco found to be very.. interesting. “Well I’ll take that as a compliment considering the past seven years I’ve spent in Hogwarts.” Hermione said. “Okay, lets talk this out Malfoy. How exactly is this going to work?”

“We move in together.” Draco answered simply. “And we get married after we both turn twenty-one.”

Hermione stared at him. “You’re actually serious about this?” she asked for about the tenth time that day.

“Haven’t I already made this clear already?” Draco sneered exasperatedly.

“But Malfoy, you hate me, remember?” Hermione told him. “We hate each other. We’re supposed to hate each other.”

“Who says I still don’t hate you Granger?” A smirk played on his lips. Draco asked, a smirk playing on his lips. “Of course I still hate you. And I’m sure you hate me just as much.”

“And yet, we’re sitting here, having this conversation about whether or not we’re going to move in together.” She replied with a playful smile on her face. “I still have auror training, and I work in the ministry, part time, three times a week.” Hermione informed him. “I have a life Draco, you can’t expect me to drop it.”

Draco sighed, leaning back, trying to think of a convenient way to make everything work “How long have you been in training?” Draco asked, trying to break everything down, one thing at a time.

“Since we left Hogwarts.” Hermione answered. “That’s.. just a little more than two years.”

“Then you’ve got about a year and a half left. That’s just perfect.” He clapped his hands together.

Hermione took another large gulp of her butterbeer. “So you seriously want to go through with this?” Draco nodded. “Why me? Is it just cause I was the one who was with you when you were bombarded with the press that night?” Draco nodded simply. “That’s just convenient isn’t it?” she scowled and turned away.

After a few moments of studying her circumstance, she came to the horrible conclusion that she had no choice but to help him. He was right. She already agreed, and it would create a big mess if she were to back out. After she completely made up her mind, she leaned forward and placed her elbows on the table. “Then we need some rules, Malfoy.”

Draco visibly let out a breathe that he had seemingly been holding for a while.

“We have a real wedding. I will not tell my parents that this is a fake relationship. This is going to be real in their eyes, understood?” he nodded obediently. “Second, I am not concerned in getting any money once we’re divorced, so it should be a clean, and easy one.”

“Anything else?” Draco inquired in a bored tone.

“No sex.” She added.

“And you are not to do or say anything that will attract attention to either of us, understood? I don’t want photographers or reporters following me around everywhere I go.” She said. “If I show up in the prophet one more time because of some ridiculous scandal that you got yourself caught up in, then I’m ending it.”

Draco nodded.

“Do you have any suggestions?” she asked, shrinking back to her seat.

“We draw lines when it concerns are personal life.” He said. “There’s an extent to prying. I swear to Merlin, if you start nagging as much as Astoria did…”

Hermione laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with mirth. “Trust me, I know my boundaries.”

“Well then.. that’s it.” Draco finished.

Hermione paused for a couple of moments. “Wow, I’m engaged to Draco Malfoy.” She said pensively, as if the idea had just dawned on her. She then laughed. “This is going to be hell.”

“I’ll have everything arranged to be moved into my old flat. It’s big enough for both of us.” Draco handed her a piece of paper. “Here’s the address.”

Hermione took the paper from his hand. “I can’t believe this.” She muttered.

When their conversation came to a close, Hermione suddenly noticed what she had been drinking. She blinked and turned to Draco. “Why do you get firewhiskey, while I get a butterbeer?”

Draco was taken aback by her question. “Sorry?” he asked.

Unexpectedly, she smirked. “I reckon you don’t think that I’m the kind of girl who drinks firewhiskey in casual occasions such as this.”

“Are you?”

Still smirking, Hermione turned to the waitress, who chose the perfect moment to walk by, and ordered, “I’ll have a bottle of firewhiskey, thanks.”

By the time she turned her attention back to Draco, she found that he was smiling right at her.


After his meeting with Hermione, Draco apparated into the flat he shared with Astoria. He didn’t remove neither his coat, nor his shoes. Instead, he stepped right in and found Astoria sitting in the living room, curled up with a book on her lap. Without a word, he walked straight into the guest bedroom, and with a wave of his wand, all his personal belongings were packed and sent into his old flat.

He exited his room and strode through the hallway, back to the living room.

“Hermione Granger, huh?” Astoria spoke suddenly once she knew that Draco was in earshot. “You must really like her then. I didn’t even know that you two ever dated.”

Draco refused to look at her. “You don’t know much about me.” He reminded her. The mere thought burned through Astoria’s mind. “I’m moving out.” He said simply. “Here’s the keys. Goodbye, Astoria.”

In truth, he regretted leaving Astoria in such a manner. His conscience told him that she had no fault in the matter, and that she deserved an explanation as to why their lives had suddenly taken a sharp turn in this direction. However, he apparated away before he could bring himself to utter another word.

Draco missed his old flat, having chosen it for a reason. It was more comfortable that his own bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. The flat itself wasn’t large, and it made him feel at him. He had a large, white couch in the middle of the living room, with an armchair sitting on the left side. His flat screen TV was back where it was supposed to be, and a monster sound system surrounded it.

There were two bedrooms, which turned out to be perfect living space for both Hermione and himself. The kitchen was a perfect size, not to big, not to small, and there were two bathrooms. One in the master bedroom, and one in the hallway.

As he walked towards his kitchen, thinking of his dinner, he found her standing over the stove with one hand on her hip, and the other, clutching a large, wooden spoon. “Granger?” he was shocked to see that she had moved in so early. “I thought you were moving in tomorrow?”

“Yes, well.” She sighed. “Due to the short notice, I had to let go of my flat early, for reasons that I cannot fully understand. That bloody land lady can’t even speak English… I think she’s just angry that I’m leaving so suddenly. At first I asked if I could keep it on hold for the next two years. I knew it was a ridiculous request, but I really loved that flat. I suppose took it badly.” she sounded irritated as her minds went over the details of the events earlier that day. “But anyway, I already moved my stuff in, is that okay? I know it’s a bit too fast… we only talked about this about two hours ago..”

“No, no.” Draco said quickly. “It’s fine. The sooner the better, I suppose. You certainly did settle in quickly, though.”

Hermione smiled, but she did not seem the least bit embarrassed. “One of my many traits is adapting quickly. And I was hungry, as well. You have absolutely no food in your house by the way. Everything was literally empty when I came here.”

“It’s because I was living with Astoria for about two weeks.”

“Oh, well I took the liberty of buying the groceries. I stocked the fridge and the pantry, although, I’m wasn’t aware of what sort of foods you fancied…” she looked hesitant. “So I widened my range, more than I’m accustomed to. I bought food that even I don’t prefer.” She wrinkled her nose with distaste, causing Draco to laugh.

“I’ll leave money on the counter for your next shopping trip.” Draco said, amusement still visible in his tone. “No —” he held up his hand before she could interrupt him. “You’re doing a favor for me, Granger, remember? I’ll provide the food, and whatever else you need from now on. You’re still in training, and you’re only supporting yourself with a part time job at the Ministry.”

Hermione smiled at him thankfully, but said, “Wow, Malfoy. It looks like your head is still as big as always.” She joked lightheartedly. “Have you eaten yet?” she asked him, the ghost of her smile still visible on her lips.

“What is that?” Draco asked, looking over her shoulder to see what she was cooking. “That smells amazing.” He remarked in a shocked tone. “Is that pasta?” Hermione nodded. She put the large spoon on the counter, and lowered the fire of the stove before she sat down on the table and poured herself a cup of juice.

Draco handed her a small black velvet box. “Here.” He said flatly. “To make it look more real.” He explained.

Hermione stared at him before she took the box out of his hands and opened it. “Malfoy, I can’t accept this.” She said. Inside was a diamond ring with a large rock in the middle. “This looks really expensive.”

Draco rolled his eyes at her comment. “Just wear it. It’s a ring, Granger. It’s not like the price will kill you. Think of it as a loan. “I’ll be getting it back once we divorce, anyway.”

“I know what it is Malfoy.” Hermione snapped irritably. Despite their current playful attitude towards each other, she still could not help how easily he annoyed her. She reckoned that it had something to do with their past relationship. She took the ring out of the box, and slipped it on her ring finger. “This feels so weird. It’s really heavy.” Hermione said, glancing up to look at him. “I hope you realize that we’re both wasting our time and money on something that’s not even real.”

Draco sighed, and stood up. “You’re not wasting a penny Granger.” He informed her. “I’ll be paying for everything. I’m just merely asking you to stand there and go along with this.”

She stood up as well and turned off the stove before she served dinner. “Just eat.” Hermione told him, placing his plate on the table. “We’ll discuss everything tomorrow. I had a long day, and I don’t want to argue with you. I’ve learned from past experiences that it simply gets us no where and it’s incredibly tiring. You’re quite stubborn, did you know that?”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words. “Yes, Granger, I’m quite aware of my stubbornness. But as I recall, you weren’t any better.”

He loved the phrase ‘We’ll discuss it tomorrow,’ because it simply meant that there would be no one to nag him. It was different with Astoria, where she would annoy him relentlessly until she got what she wanted. She was a brat, and throughout her entire life, she was spoiled rotten. He refused to treat his wife as if she was a bloody princess. Although he wanted to make her happy, there was always a limit.

Hermione scowled, but her eyes shined with playfulness. “Eat.” Her mouth was already full of pasta. “As your thank you for the splendid dinner I cooked, you can do the dishes.”

Now it was Draco’s turn to scowl.

“Without your wand.” Hermione added.

The look on Draco’s face was priceless.

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