Aftermath

CHAPTER 4: THIS RING IS FULL OF BOLLOCKS

"I tried so many times, you know, telling you. But every time that I do, you always ask me about how the wedding is fast approaching and how your eyes glinted with joy. I couldn't disappoint you, not again." Draco sighed and his mother's eyes started to weep.

"My Draco." Narcissa pulled her son into a hug and I just stood here, frozen, not comprehending much of the Malfoy drama session.

"Now . . . the real problem that involves you, too, Hermione is that . . . you're married." Narcissa said.

"What's the problem in that Mother? Don't you want me to marry the brightest witch of our age?" Draco smirked at me and his mother slapped him in the arm. And I shot him the you deserved it look.

"Hermione my dear, this . . . isn't something you can just go to the ministry off, and say that it's all a mistake, a fraud, get a divorce . . . because what you both are wearing right now . . . is a family heirloom." Narcissa held my hand hand, touching the emerald ring in my ring finger.

Narcissa also took Draco's hand and placed it in mine that sent Merlin's crabs all over my arms to my stomach. I looked at Draco and he was already looking at me and we both quickly shot our eyes back to the ring, denying the eye contact.

"What about it, Mother? You've always told me that this ring is nothing but an expensive piece of Merlin's teeth." Draco cringed, his mother chuckled.

"No. It isn't. Once you have sworn and worn it, it cannot be undone. You see, this ring has been in the Malfoy family in a very long time, when your father and I got married Draco, he refused to wear it, maybe that's why I was the only one who was truly in love, I must say."

Draco and I listened to Narcissa, carefully.

"Draco, I really thought that you—and Astoria are fine with marrying eachother and were inlove, so I took this chance to let the both of you wear it—but it turns out you have tricked me, being the Malfoy that you are." His mother scrunched her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes to Draco again.

Draco just smiled nervously.

"So does this mean? We are inseparable?" I asked, unsure. "Whatever you said in the vows, is what you have sworn to yourselves, to this ring, and it shall protect your vows and the beholder of the vows, no matter what."

My heart felt like a whirlwind at the thought of being inseparable to Malfoy.

"You, young lad, should sort it out because this is all your fault. Now, you both are trapped with eachother, forever." Narcissa stood up pressing his eyes to Draco as she said those words that froze me. Forever? Hermione, you idiot! That's what your vow is!

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"What do we do now, Malfoy? I can't just be out of the blue married to you, what would my family say, the Weasleys, Harry, everyone." I said and exhaled in exhaustion as I stomped myself unto the huge emerald bed.

"Ouch, Granger. You're saying it as if you're marrying Voldemort." Draco sat beside me, and also stomped himself unto the bed.

Draco shifted his head towards me and I did too. We were both looking at each other a few inches away. I can feel his breath reach mine.

"Let's just stay married." I widened my eyes hearing those words from Draco and I felt my ring warm up. He also widened his eyes in comprehension to what he just said. "Bloody hell! This ring's making us fall in love and is making me say twisted stuff to you Granger!" He said, sitting down and moving away from me.

I chuckled a bit.

"Maybe it's not the ring Malfoy," I teased.

"Oh, would you look at that! Are you interested too, Granger?" He retorted and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You know, you should sleep here and we'll get out of this mess tomorrow. I'll be in the other bedroom, just in case you need anything, Mrs. Malfoy." Draco teased and smirked while heading out.

"Oh shut it, ferret." I said and sighed.

What have I gotten myself into? I thought. I have to come up with a brilliant plan. Something that could alter this problem. I need books. Well for now, I should rest.

Draco Malfoy's
Point of View

I tried sleeping but this damn ring won't stop warming up my ring finger! I tried to remove it but it gets warmer every time!

"A load of merlin's bull!" I hissed.

I cannot sleep and not getting enough sleep makes me cranky and grumpy. One does not simply disrupt or deprive Draco Malfoy from sleeping! Not even this stupid heirloom!

I swifted my wand and made an ice bucket, I quickly placed my hand in it, expecting the ring to warm up but it's still as warm as ever and I feel like my finger's going to be torn out of my hand.

"Much for luck, Draco," I whispered to myself and went straight to Hermione's room.

Hermione was sleeping, facing the huge window and so I only see her back and her curls. I slowly climbed to bed, trying not to disturb her, and if my calculations are correct about this heirloom—

"It's starting to ceasefire," I gushed when I heard Hermione talk and rolled to face me. "I couldn't sleep either, the ring is full of bull." She said.

"And my calculations are correct, it's starting to feel normal." I said.

"Does this mean we should sleep together at night Malfoy?" She asked sleepily. "I guess so, Granger." I whispered as I slithered to the blanket, which we both are sharing now.

"Do you mind?" I asked gesturing to remove my shirt. She just nodded, "It's not the first time." She chuckled while her eyes closed. Even though she didn't see what I gestured of, she knew.

"Are you asleep?" I asked moments after. "Uh-huh." She mumbled. "I can't." I admitted. "Hmm." Hermione mumbled again.

I just sighed. As soon as I was about to close my eyes to try and go to sleep, someone pulled me closer for a hug.

Of course, it was Hermione.

She hugged my tightly and placed her head on my arms. She smiled a little and sighed in relief.

"Good night, my Malfoy." She whispered and drowned in her slumber. My heart raced and my eyes tracing her face like a some sort of constellation. Her brown locks falling perfectly into places and her eyelashes, long and perfect. Her lips are so rosy and thin, reminds me of a rose. Her freckles were visible in the moonlight and her small body engulfing mine.

Blimey, this ring is full of bollocks. I said in complete, utter, disbelief.