The next morning Draco joined his parents for breakfast. They were enjoying their meal and having a nice conversation.
"Draco I saw you talking to Ms. Granger yesterday after the graduation ceremony." Lucius prompted.
Draco almost choked at the change in topic. "Yes, well I was just saying goodbye. And apologizing for all the years I had been such a jerk."
"I always thought you hated each other? Why the change now?" His mother peered at him.
"I thought it was appropriate since she is leaving." Draco shrugged and kept eating.
Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other and smirked.
"You know son," Lucius started. "Ms. Granger would be the perfect bride for you. That is, if she had not decided to leave."
"But Lucius, dear, there is still time. I'm sure that our son could convince her." Narcissa smiled.
Draco remained silent. If they only knew that he had already done what they were suggesting. He noticed that they were waiting for his response. "As mother so kindly put it. We hated each other. If I were to propose to her it would be an utter disaster."
"Nonsense. Hermione Granger is the smartest witch of your year. She would have seen the benefits in the marriage. I'm pretty sure she would have agreed." Lucius protested and Narcissa nodded her head.
"Father, Mother, are you saying you would approve of Hermione Granger?" Draco asked wide eyed.
They were about to answer when a house elf entered with the a letter. The little elf made his way to Malfoy Senior and handed it to him.
"Mm, a letter form the ministry." He opened it and began to read.
Narcissa and Draco watched him. Waiting for him to tell them what the ministry wanted. Several minutes passed and still Lucius remained silent. Narcissa saw her husband frown as he read, she began to worry. Draco tried to remain calm but the silence was slowly unnerving him. Lucius sighed as he put the letter down.
"Well? What did it say?"
"Patience my dear." He handed her the letter. "The ministry has sent a list of potential brides for you Draco."
"This is outrageous!" Narcissa snorted. "None of these girls are fit to be a Malfoy! How can they expect my son to pick one of these!" She pushed the letter away with disgust.
Draco picked up the list and browsed through it. All the names were foreign to him. He didn't even know any of these girls. If these were the best that the ministry had to offer than it was a good thing that Hermione had agreed to his plan. At least she had a brain in her head and he knew her. They might have hated each other since they met but hopefully they would be able to get along. If he thought about it, she wasn't all that bad. Sure he had always thought that she was below him and had always made her life difficult. But if he thought to the ways that she had always helped her friends, her loyalty and her passion to stand up for what she believed in. he could even say that he was jealous of her. She had all that he had wanted, which was probably one of the reason why he would provoke her. He smiled just thinking of all the trouble he had made for them all. Hoe she would get so riled up and angry at him. It amazed him how even if she was furious she always had a good comeback ready. There was no doubt that Hermione was truly the smartest witch this world had ever seen.
"Draco? Draco why are you smiling? Draco!" His mother interrupted his thoughts.
"Mm. What? I apologize mother I did not hear you."
"Did you find a girl that interests you among those in the list?" Lucius eyed his son as he kept eating.
Draco scowled at his father. Narcissa glared at her husband and answered before he could. "Don't be ridiculous Lucius. Our son could not possibly be interested in any of those girls."
"He will have to pick one Narcissa. There is nothing we can do to prevent this from happening. The law is very explicit. He will have to marry one of them."
"Oh, there must be some other girls they could offer. Perhaps there is a way that we could postpone his selection?" She pleaded with her husband.
Lucius shook his head. "As much as I also hate this. There simply is no way around it."
Draco sighed. "Do not worry mother. Father, you can tell the ministry that they will know what my selection is during the ball mother is preparing. That should at least give me time to choose well."
"Very well son." Lucius nodded.
"Too bad Hermione Granger is not in that list." Narcissa huffed.
Draco inwardly smirked at the surprise they were going to have. He almost laughed out loud just thinking of how his parents were going to react. He finished his breakfast with a little smile on his face. Lucius observed his son and knew that there was something he was not telling them. Draco had almost conceded defeat at the prospect of getting married with one of the girls in the list. That was not like him. He had expected him to be furious and and demand that they find some one else for him. Some one worthy of the Malfoy name. He had remained strangely calm. What could his son be planing?
�Hermione woke up and began her morning routine. She ate her breakfast and began to clean her flat. She kept herself busy and tried not to think about her conversation with Malfoy. She still could not believe she had agreed to this mad scheme of his. I mean think of it, she would have to marry him. Become his wife for all time. Marriages in the wizarding world were different from the one in the muggle world. Sure there were divorces here but they were only granted if one of the two was unfaithful. Which was practically impossible due to the binding spell that was cast when they marry. That would also ensure that the bride and groom consummated the marriage. There was no way that they could not consummate it, the spell enhanced their sexual attraction for each other making it impossible to keep their hands off. She froze as this information finally sunk in.
"Oh, no. What now. There is no way that we could keep one of the rules if that spell is cast." She began to pace.
"There must be a way to prevent or at least protect ourselves from it. Come on Hermione think" She tapped her finger on her temple and crossed her other arm on her chest. Her face scrunched up in concentration as she paced all over her flat.
"There has to be a counter spell. Perhaps one of my books have one."
She spent most of the day looking for a counter spell. Books littered he living room. A tapping on her window interrupted her search. She looked up and noticed an owl waiting for her. She got up and opened the window. The owl flew in and landed on her table. Hermione grabbed a treat from her counter and gave it to the owl. She untied the letter as the owl ate.
We regret to inform you that due to your refusal to comply with our Marriage Law. We are forced to exile you from the wizarding world. You will not be able to return and based on the law your magic will be taken from you. Out of respect and gratitude for services rendered during the war, we are giving you a week for you to think things through. If by Monday you have not changed your mind than we will have no choice than to proceed. Should you reconsider we have included a list of potential husbands for you. Please send confirmation of this letter with our owl.
The Minister of Magic
"Fine. I have no choice then." She left the letter on the table.
Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote a response to the Minister. She let him know that she would seriously think about the possibility of staying. And that he would have her answer by the day requested. She gave the letter to the owl and watched ti fly away. She was still staring out her window when Draco arrived.
"Nice place you got here Granger."
Hermione jumped when she heard his voice. "Malfoy you startled me. I didn't hear when you got here."
"Yes, you seemed a thousand miles away." He frowned. "Is there something bothering you?"
"Would you like some tea?" She busied herself making the tea.
Draco sat down on the table and noticed the letter. Since Hermione had her back to him, he picked it up and read it. His frown deepened as he read, when he got to the name list he was livid. None of these men were worthy of His Hermione. She was his and no one was going to take her away.
"Draco are you alright?" She sounded really concerned which brought him out of his angry thoughts.
"Yeah." Did he actually feel something for her? Why does he feel so possessive?
"Here is your tea Draco."
"Thank you. I see you received a letter from the Ministry. It sounds almost like the one I received this morning. Of course my list consisted of women not men." He smirked.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh. "It is a good thing that they only put women on your list. Although I seem to remember that you were also very popular with the boys in school."
"Ugh! Please don't remind me. To this day I still don't know who told them I was gay." He shuddered.
She kept on laughing. Draco narrowed his eyes at her. Suddenly it all clicked and he widened his eyes.
"It was you." He accused. "You told them I was gay. I should have realized it sooner."
"Yes, you should have." She kept laughing.
"So you think I'm gay." He stepped towards her, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You have to admit that your looks could easily belong to a woman." She stepped away from him. "I mean, it was a pretty good prank."
"I shall demonstrate that I am most definitely not gay." He growled.
He grabbed her from her arms and pulled her to him. He then proceeded to demonstrate by kissing her. It was meant to be a punishing kiss but instead it turned into a very passionate one. Hermione froze when she felt his lips on hers. Then slowly her body began to respond and she kissed him back. Draco felt her responding to him and deepened the kiss. He slid his hands down to her waist and she out her arms around his neck. They were so lost in each other that they didn't notice when someone went in.
"What is the meaning of this!"
Hermione and Draco jumped at the sound of the voice. They turned to look at the person that had interrupted them. They were surprised to see who it was. They looked at each other then at the person standing in the doorway.
"We can explain!" They both said at the same time.
Sorry I took so long to update. Tell me what you think so far.