Potions and Parchment Match

Hermione slammed the door to the Heads dorm and flopped herself down on the couch. She was fuming that HE had kissed her! How dare he put his lips on her! She blushed when she though of the way that she had responded to him. When his lips touched hers she felt a shock of electricity race through her body. Damn it! It was his fault! He shouldn’t have forced himself on her and then she would have responded. She thought of the way he had thrust his pelvis against her and how his hard erection pushed against her stomach. She felt desire race through her when she felt his arousal. Damn it! Stop thinking about it!

She leaned her head back against the couch and thought about how she was going to tell her parents. They were going to be less than impressed. They had dreamed of the day that she would graduate from Hogwarts and rejoin the Muggle world. They had planned on her going to a Muggle college and living at home. They wanted to make up for lost time and the seven years that she had been gone. She looked forward to studying, but she had hoped to go to a Wizarding school. They hadn’t exactly worked out all the details yet, but now there would be no need. If she wanted to keep her wand she would be marrying Draco Malfoy.

She groaned when she thought of marrying into his family. His father had not made it through the war, but she still had his mother to contend with. She had never met the woman, but she assumed that she would have the same pureblood ideas that her husband and son had. She would probably expect her daughter-in-law to be a pureblood witch who was happy to stay at home and be the perfect wife and mother. She would never be that type of woman. She wanted a career that would intellectual stimulate her mind, not tea parties and fashion shows.

Hermione was lost in thought and did not hear the door open. She glanced up when she saw a shadow fall across her face. “Dreaming of me already, Granger?”

“God’s Malfoy, give it up! I have better things to do than think of you,” she lied.

“You have already proven how much you want me, Mudblood,” he whispered bringing his face down to hers.

“As much as you showed me how much you want me, ferret!” she smiled back.

“At least I can admit it. I look forward to using your body to slake my lust. How do you like the idea of being a receptacle for my seed, Granger?”

“About as much as you like the idea of a Mudblood carrying your seed, Malfoy!” she hissed. He made her sound like a trash compactor.

Draco grinned. He liked that she could give as good as she could get. “We should plan a meeting with the parents.”

Hermione stared at his dumfounded. His quick change in subject surprised her. “I haven’t even told my parents yet. They have no idea about this new law. I held off saying anything hoping that I wouldn’t be matched.”

Draco nodded. “My mother knows about the law already. She has been sitting on pins and needles hoping that I would be matched. She is dying to get her hands on some grandchildren.”

“Won’t she be disgusted to hear that you are marrying a Muggleborn?”

“My mother never cared about blood status. It was my father’s thing and she went along with it to keep peace in the house. She wouldn’t care if you were green with purple polka dots if you gave her grandchildren.”

Hermione was shocked. “I had assumed that she would share your views, Malfoy.”

“Granger, have you ever heard that old adage about assuming? When you assume, you make an ass out of u and me.”

Hermione grinned. “That’s a Muggle saying!”

“Possibly. So when will you inform your parents? We now have thirty days to arrange this and marry. I don’t know about you, but I have no intention of loosing my wand.”

“I’ll send them a letter tonight. I would have preferred to tell them in person, but there really isn’t time.”

“There’s a Hogsmeade weekend this week. We could go then if you would like. I am sure that under the circumstances, McGonagall would allow us to go.”

“Us?” she asked with raised eyebrows.

“Yes, us. Don’t you think that you should introduce me? Perhaps we could meet them and then plan a late lunch with my mother. She will want to include your mother on any of the wedding plans.”

“Wedding plans?”

“What are you a parrot, Granger? Of course wedding plans. It will be the social event of the year. Its not everyday that the Malfoy heir takes a bride.”

“Especially not a Muggle born bride.”

“Especially not a Muggle born bride,” he agreed.

“Draco, don’t you find this a bit strange? We are sitting here talking about our wedding and we know nothing about each other. I know nothing about you. I don’t know your middle name, your birthday, your favorite color, your favorite food, what you want to do after graduation. I know nothing about you.”

“My middle name is Lucius, my birthday is June 5th, my favorite color is blue, I like Muggle cheeseburgers and after graduation I suppose I shall take over running the Malfoy business’s.”

“You eat Muggle food?” she asked in surprise.

“I found cheeseburgers by accident. I went with Zabini and his family on vacation when I was eleven. We went to a Muggle restaurant as a joke and I ordered one. I loved it.”

“Have you eaten other Muggle foods?”

“A few things. Nothing has compared to cheeseburgers though.”

Hermione laughed. She wondered if she should tell him about fat counts and cholesterol. “So what happens after we marry?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean where do we live? What about my education? I want to go onto the university. I want a career.”

Draco grinned. He knew what she was getting at. She wanted to know if he was going to expect her to be a traditional witch who stayed at home and took care of him and the children. “We will live at the manor after graduation. I could care less whether or not you go to the university. I know you like school. What kind of career are you wanting?”

“I had thought of becoming a teacher,” she told him.

“It’s your life. I expect you to produce an heir at least, although I would enjoy a couple children. My mother can take care of the household and planning social obligations. I would of course expect you to attend them all with me. I see no reason that you couldn’t have your career though.”

“Really?” she said with a grin. She hadn’t expected him to agree so easily.

“You will find, Granger, that there will be many things that I will put my foot down about. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I would wear the pants in our home. I will not be henpecked by my wife. I don’t, however, expect you to sit home like the happy little housewife waiting on me hand and foot. I enjoy your intelligence and sharp tongue. I like a witch with a backbone. If you strive to keep me happy, I shall do the same.”

“What does it take to keep you happy, Malfoy?” she demanded wondering what he was up to.

“First off, you can start calling me Draco. Second, I am like all men. I would prefer a woman who can match me intellectually, stimulate my mind, and act like a whore in my bed.”

“What?” she gasped.

“Which part didn’t you understand?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

“You want me to be a whore?” she shrieked.

“Only in our bed. I will not tolerate infidelity from you. When we take our vows you will become mine. I do not share what is mine!” he said.

“And what if I require the same of you?”

“That is a given, Granger. All Malfoy’s swear an oath of fidelity in their marriage vows. It is a binding oath and I will become incapable of cheating on you. This was done to make sure that there were no Malfoy bastards after the wedding.”

Hermione snorted. “And how many before the wedding?”

Draco looked at her and grinned. “That is another Malfoy family tradition. We are infertile until the wedding. There has never been a bastard born into our family. My ancestors made sure that there would be no outsiders trying to claim what belongs to the Malfoy heir.”

“Isn’t that a bit archaic?”

“Perhaps, but we have never had any strangers knocking on our door claiming to be a long lost heir.”

Hermione looked at Draco and thought that there was a lot she needed to learn about his family. She wondered if there was anything else that she needed to be aware of before the wedding. Not that it really mattered. She had no choice in the matter now. “I think that I shall go and write my parents now.”

“Just a minute,” he said as she started to walk away. “Are you a virgin?”

“What?” she gasped.

“Are you a virgin?”

“That’s none of your business!” she hissed.

“I believe that it is. After all, you are about to become my wife.”

“Are you a virgin, Malfoy?” she demanded.

“No, Hermione, I am not.”

She was silent for a moment. “Would it matter to you if I was or was not?”

“Not particularly. I just want to know what to expect on my wedding night. You will be required to prove that you are not pregnant the night before our ceremony, but whether or not you are pure makes little difference.”

“What do you mean prove that I am not pregnant?” she demanded.

“As I said, Malfoy’s are infertile until the marriage vows are said. This is how we make sure that our heir is ours. If the bride is pregnant on the night before the ceremony, then it is not a Malfoy.”

“That is really barbaric!” she said in disgust.

“No, that is how we have kept our bloodlines pure. Now are you a virgin?”

Hermione blushed and then nodded her head. “I was saving myself for my wedding night.”

Draco nodded his head pleased. He wouldn’t have cared if she hadn’t have been a virgin, but he was pleased to know that he would be her first. “Not that I don’t trust you, but you will still have to prove you are not pregnant.”

Hermione nodded. “I’ll see you later.” She left the room and quietly walked up the stairs to her room. She and Malfoy had lived together in the head rooms for three months without saying two words to each other, and now they were about to marry. She had always planned on marrying a man that she fell in love with. She hid it well, but she was a hopeless romantic and had always wanted to be swept off her feet. She wanted roses and boxes of chocolate. She wanted a formal proposal with a large diamond ring in a romantic setting. She wanted a huge wedding and a white ball gown with all of her friends and family. She wanted to be carried over the threshold and a long romantic honeymoon. Now, however, she was getting Draco Malfoy.

He was snarky and rude. He had a sharp tongue and a large ego. He was sarcastic and a bigot. He didn’t have the first clue about treating a woman with love and respect. Sure, he was gorgeous to look at, but he knew it. He thought he was gods gift to women and made sure that they all knew it. He had no idea what a woman really wanted. She was happy that he would allow her to further her education and have a career but she figured he agreed more because he was indifferent than the fact that he really cared if she achieved her dreams. As long as she was there to be his “receptacle” he would be happy.

She sat down at her desk and pulled out a quill and a piece of parchment. She chewed on the end of the quill for a moment as she tried to think of how to compose her letter. Standing up she quickly walked towards her door and then opened it.

“Malfoy, what time are you available on Saturday?”

“My name is Draco,” he said ignoring the question.

“Draco, what time are you available on Saturday?” she asked him in disgust.

“I am free for the entire day. Just let me know what time you have arrange so that I can arrange it with my mother.”

Hermione nodded and went back to her bedroom. She sat back down at her desk and picked her quill back up. She composed a quick note that was direct and to the point.

Dear Mum and Dad,

The Ministry of Magic has passed a marriage law. We have been matched and are required to marry within thirty days. I would like to bring my fiancé home on Saturday for you to meet. He would like for the two of you to join he and I and his mother to discuss the wedding after. I plan to arrive around noon if that works for you.

Love, Hermione


She read it once through and decided it was probably as good as it was going to get. It was hard to break that kind of news through a letter. She sealed it and walked back out of her room.

“I am going to the owlery to post this letter to my parents,” she said as she walked through.

“Wait a second, and I will go with you. I am almost done with my letter to my mother. What time did you tell your parents we would arrive?”

“Around noon.”

He quickly finished his letter and sealed it. “Alright, lets go.”

“You don’t need to walk me, you know.”

“I realize that, but I am going to the same place as you, so I might as well walk you.”

“Have you thought of a date?” she asked suddenly.

“How do you like January first?”

“New Years day?” she asked.

“Perhaps a new beginning with a new year?”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. I guess that sounds alright.”

“You aren’t very romantic are you, Granger?”

Hermione was stunned. “Why do you say that?” she demanded.

“Its just the impression that you give me.”

“I think that you don’t know me very well, Malfoy.”

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled him roughly against his chest. “Have you forgotten my name already, Hermione?” he demanded as he crushed her lips in a brutal kiss. She opened her mouth to him and felt his tongue thrust deep into her hot mouth. She groaned as her tongue chased his. She felt his hand roam up and down her hip and side and warmed to his touch. He made her feel what she had never before felt. She felt his desire for her as he claimed her mouth in a deeper kiss and he wrapped her arms around his waist pulling his closer to hers. She heard him moan and then felt him pull away.

She looked at him with passion filled eyes and then she licked her lips wishing that he was still kissing her. “You don’t know what you do to me, do you?” he whispered pushing her hair from the side of her face.