Potions and Parchment Match

Draco walked into the heads common room and saw Hermione in her customary spot at the end of the couch. “You should have seen what I just saw!” he said with a grin.

Hermione looked up. “What did you see, or do I even want to know?”

Draco sat down next to Hermione and laughed. “Ginny just blasted Blaise into the millennium. I thought fire was going to shoot out of her eyes!”

Hermione gasped. “What happened?”

“The Zabini’s have a standard marriage contract that they make anyone marrying into the family sign. His mother sent a modified one to the Weasley’s that he didn’t know about. Apparently Ginny took exception to it and told Blaise how she really felt,” he said laughing. “Not that I blame her, if someone had sent me that trash I would have done the same thing. You wouldn’t believe what that parchment said!”

“I don’t get it. Blaise’s mother sent a contract to Ginny that he didn’t know about?”

Draco nodded. “He knew that she would receive a contract, but he thought it was the standard one that the family has always used. His mother modified it basically giving Blaise permission to kill Ginny, keep all of their assets, including any children they may have, and not let the Weasley’s have any visitation rights to those kids. It also said something about they couldn’t pursue any type of claim against the Zambini’s regardless of how Ginny died.”

Hermione jumped up running towards the door. “I have to go and talk to her. She must be really upset!”

“Wait!” he said stopping her. “What’s going on with our marriage?” She hand never returned to the room and when Mrs. Granger returned she simply nodded to him and they left via the floo.

“Our marriage will go forward as planned. Perhaps I should create a marriage agreement for us,” she said with a smirk.

“Didn’t you know that Malfoy’s have a contract as well? Unless you give me an heir within the first year of marriage I’m allowed to kill you,” he deadpanned.

“What?” she gasped.

“Got you!” he said with a grin.

“That was so not funny, Malfoy!” she shrieked.

He quickly grabbed her and pulled him tight against his chest. “What did you call me?”

She looked at him with a soft smile. “Shall I just kiss you now and save you the macho act?” she asked.

“Macho act?” he said with a scowl. “I shall show you a macho act!” he said scooping her up into his arms and carrying her towards his bedroom.

“Wait! What are you doing?” she demanded.

He ignored her struggles and demands and toted her towards his bedroom. He could smell the fresh scent of her shampoo and perfume. He loved the way that she smelled. It was one of the things he truly enjoyed about her. She always smelled so nice. When he reached his door he muttered a spell and it flew open of its own accord. He walked to his bed and gently set her down with a passionate kiss.

He gently pushed her back against his silky duvet cover and hovered above her. “Stay there, I have something for you,” he said.

Hermione was shocked to be in his room. She had never before entered his domain and was pleasantly surprised with his décor. She had expected it to be Slytherin green and full of death eater objects, but is was a warm royal blue with silver accents and was tastefully decorated with paintings of dragons and medieval castles. There were thick blue rugs on the floor and heavy curtains across the four-poster bed. His bed was much larger than hers was.

She sat up and watched warily as he approached her again. “What are you up to?” she asked looking at the smirk across his face.

Draco kneeled down before her and took her hand in his. He gently brought it up to her lips while looking into her eyes. “Hermione Jane Granger, would you do me the honor of becoming my bride?” he asked slipping a large emerald and diamond ring onto her finger.

She gasped in surprise and then looked down to the huge stones on the ring. “Draco,” she whispered. “You didn’t have to do this,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Everyone woman deserves a proposal, Hermione.”

“This ring is beautiful,” she said.

“It is the traditional Malfoy engagement ring. My mother brought it with her today. My father proposed to her with it, and all of the Malfoy ancestors for generations before that.”

Hermione laughed. “I bet that they are all spinning in their graves knowing that a Muggle born is now wearing this ring,” she said.

Draco shrugged. “Who cares? I learned long ago that I could not please my father. Now I live my life to please myself.”

“Is that how our life together will be? You will do and make decisions to please you and not take into consideration how I feel?”

“There is a difference between interaction with my father and my relationship with my wife. I am smart enough to know that it is not a good idea to piss off your wife.”

Hermione laughed. “Draco, I know that we are very different, and I know that our lives have been very different in the way that we were brought up. I hope that we can work together and make a go of our marriage. I always thought that I would marry for love, and it is quite distressing to know that I am having my choice taken away from me. I can only hope that we can make the best out of a bad situation.”

Draco nodded. “I agree. This marriage will be what we make of it, Hermione. If we choose to fight with each other than we will live a war. I don’t know about you, but I have had enough of living in a war to last me for the rest of my life,” he said.

“Then, Draco Malfoy, I accept your ring, and I would be honored to be your wife,” she said threading her hands through the back of his hair and pulling him back down to her. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

“Already the bossy bride,” he whispered back as he pressed his lips against hers.

She moaned when his lips touched hers and pulled him closer against her body. He groaned when he felt her breasts pressed against his chest. She had nice full breasts, just the way he preferred them and he couldn’t wait to feel them. He rubbed his hand up and down her back as he continues to kiss her warm mouth. He gasped when he felt her hand squeeze his arse and he instinctively pressed his pelvis into hers.

Hermione could feel the evidence of his desire pressed against her and she thrust up against him. She wondered what it would be like to make love to him. She felt the desire pulling up in her nether regions and she wanted to take their snogging session a step further. She pulled her mouth away from him and ran her tongue down the side of his neck. When she reached the soft spot between his neck and collarbone she gently bit him while creating suction with her mouth.

He moaned out loud and pulled her tighter against him. He repeated the same favor to her neck and ran his hand up her side. He kissed her again with pent up passion and felt dazed when he felt her legs open and her pull her closer to her. He felt her wrap one of her legs around his waist and gently move it up and down him. He reached his hand up between them and lightly touched her breast. He heard her moan of pleasure and he cupped her full breast with more pressure using his thumb to play with the nipple still hidden behind her shirt and bra.

She reached her hand up under his shirt and felt his bare skin. He was smooth and devoid of any body hair and she was pleased. She ran her hands to his waistband and rubbed his back just into his pants. She could feel how much he desired her and it pleased her to know that she had this kind of effect on him. She felt him pull her shirt from the band on her skirt and reach his warm hand under. He could feel his slightly rough hand move across her smooth skin and briefly wondered what he did to create callous’ on his skin. When his hand reached under her bra and tweaked his nipple she moaned in delight. She had wanted to feel his touch against her bare skin.

Draco couldn’t believe how soft she felt, and how responsive she was to his touch. She wrapped her other leg around him and pulled him into her with her leg muscles. He ground himself deeper into her and they both moaned in ecstasy. He pushed her shirt further up and he took her nipple into his mouth. His hot tongue on her bare skin felt like liquid fire against her nipple and she cried out in pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before.

Draco pulled back and took a deep breath. “Hermione, we need to slow down,” he whispered.

She whimpered her disappointment and pulled him back to her. She was not ready to end this yet.

“Please, Hermione, I only have so much control and I am at my end. You don’t know what you do to me,” he said kissing her lightly.

She sighed and then let him go. “Thank you, Draco,” she whispered.

“Thank you for what?”

“For being strong enough to stop this now. I would have regretted this later if it had gone any further. You make me feel things that I have never felt before.”

He nodded, afraid to speak. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves and then said, “I’m going to take a shower.”

“I’m going to go find Ginny.”


Ginny sat with her parents and Kingsley Shacklebolt in his office. She watched his face as he read over the contract that the Zambini family demanded. He looked as disgusted as the Weasley family felt.

“I have dealt with Ms. Zabini before, many years ago. I see that she has not changed any,” he said in disgust.

“She sent this contract to us and demanded that we sign it before she would participate any further in the marriage plans. She has informed us that her son would not marry Ginny without the contract being signed. Ginny said that Blaise knew about it because he is the one who informed her of it.”

“Like mother, like son, I would assume,” he said again disgusted.

“So what are our options, Kingsley?” Arthur asked.

“The marriage will take place without the signature. This contract is completely illegal and is not even enforceable. Mr. Zabini will marry Ginny in good faith, or he will loose his wand. This contract goes against everything this marriage law was supposed to do. I will stop by Hogwarts in the morning and have a talk with Mr. Zabini. I will make sure that he knows that if this marriage does not go through because of his contract, it will be his wand that is confiscated, not yours, Ginny.”

“We really appreciate your help, Kingsley,” Molly told him.

“You’re welcome, Molly. I can tell you that I was surprised when some of those parchments came back. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger and Harry Potter and Pansy Parkinson were the biggest shock I must say.”

Ginny grinned. “You should have seen Malfoy and Hermione going at it in the great hall. I wonder who will win the battle of wills in that match. And can you believe it? Pansy actually thought that she could get Harry to wear pink for their wedding!”

The three adults laughed at that thought. They all knew that Harry was no pushover having had to deal with him in the Order for so long. “Harry’s fair, and he’ll treat her right, but she will never rule the roost in that relationship,” Molly said laughing.

“So I was surprised to see that Ginny was the only one of your children that was matched. I know that Bill is married and Charlie is in Romania, so he is out of our jurisdiction, but you still have four other sons. I know that the unmatched people are going to put in a lottery and paired that way. If any of your boys are in relationships with unmatched people you might want to let them know that. Eloping is a good idea sometimes, but you did not hear that from me,” Kingsley said.

“Thank you for that,” Arthur told him. “Fred and Angelina Johnson have been dating for a long time, as well as Percy and Penelope Clearwater. They had talked of marriage before this law came about.”

“I know that Penelope has been matched, but Angelina is still free.”

Molly sighed. She knew that Percy would be disappointed but she had never thought that the girl was a good match for Percy. They were too much alike, both being introverted and insecure.

“I will let Fred know then. I guess Ron, George and Percy will just have to be matched. I wonder whom Ron will end up. It will take a special witch to tolerate him,” Arthur said.

“Arthur Weasley! He is your son!” Molly said defending her youngest son.

Ginny put her hand over her mouth to hold back and snicker and Arthur winked at her over her mother’s head. “Thank you for seeing us today. We need to get Ginny back to school so we won’t take up any more of your time.”

“I promise, Arthur, I will take care of Mr. Zabini tomorrow. If he still refuses after our talk I will take his wand and Ginny will be matched else where.”


Ron was on the Quidditch pitch aimlessly flying around. He was wondering when he would be matched and with who. There were a few girls that he found somewhat attractive, but none that he could see himself married to. He actually couldn’t see himself married at all. Sure it would be nice to have a witch to come home to that would cook his meals and do his laundry, but he really didn’t have any big desire to have children and a wife. He thought that he would play pro Quidditch and play the field for a while. He figured if he lived at home his mum would do the rest for him.

As he dove fast for a practice turn he saw Zabini standing at the bottom of the pitch staring up at him. He decided to aim for the bloke and see if he would jump. Pointing his broom directly at him he raced straight ahead waiting to see how long it would take him to duck. He never did and in the end Ron had to shift his broom at the last minute.

When Ron landed and walked up to him he said, “I live in a house of Slytherin’s. Show any weakness, and you’re dead.”

Ron nodded. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.”

“Do you know where your sister is?” he asked.

“Haven’t seen her since lunch. Why are you looking for her?”

“We had a misunderstanding and I would like to speak with her.”

“About what?”

“I would prefer to discuss it with her if you don’t mind.”

“You know that in our family, nothing is sacred. The lot of us all have big mouths and I’ll know before bedtime what ever it is you fought about. If she doesn’t tell me, she’ll tell Mione, and she’ll tell me.”

Blaise sighed. “My mother sent her a marriage contract to sign. The Zabini family has a standard contract that all brides sign so I didn’t think anything of it. Basically all it says that in the case of my death custody of the children would stay with my family if Ginny died before they reached their majority. It also said that the family home would go to our oldest son and in the case that we didn’t have one it would go to our oldest daughter. If we did not have any children then the home would go to my closest male relative. This way the family home would always be in the Zabini family hands.”

“That sounds fair,” Ron said.

“That contract is fair. However, my mother took it upon herself to modify it and the one that your sister received was far different. The worse part was that just before you sister received the contract I taunted her about the children issue. I told her that my family would keep the kids on my death, not telling her that she would really keep them. I did it because she pissed me off, and now she’ll never believe me.”

“Suck’s to be you, mate. Ginny’s got the worst temper in the family. She’ll make you eat dirt before she forgives you,” he said laughing.

“Nice,” Blaise said. “If you see her, would you please tell her that I would like to speak with her?”

“Sorry, mate, I’m not that brave. When Ginny’s in a snit, you just stay away.”

Blaise groaned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ron laughed. “Yeah, welcome to the family, Zabini,” he laughed as the young man walked away in defeat.

A/N:
So? Tell me what you think??? Should Ginny go easy on Blaise and listen to him or should she blast him with some kind of hex? Should Blaise tell Kingsley that he is his son or not????