Hermione Malfoy, Chapter Two
The only movement she seemed capable of was pacing. Back and forth in their common sitting room as Draco watched her in amusement.
"Good lord," he spoke up finally, "Just sit down. You need a drink or something?"
"No!" she snapped quickly, continuing her pacing as he rolled his eyes. "Aren't you at all nervous?"
Draco shrugged, leaning back into the couch. "What's to be nervous about?"
Hermione snorted, "You're not at all nervous about telling people we're married."
"Oh, that," he grinned at her furious expression, "I'm kind of looking forward to it."
"WHAT?" her eyes bugged.
"Come on, Granger..." he coughed and corrected himself, "Malfoy, that is," he winked, "You're not at all looking forward to tell Pansy I married you? Because personally, I'd like pictures of the event."
Hermione quirked a smile briefly before glaring at him once again, "That's not who I'm talking about!"
"A yes, the boy who lived in ignorance of your feelings," Draco smirked, "You know he's going to be wildly jealous, what's the problem?"
"He won't be jealous," she snapped, "Just shocked. He won't believe anything I say."
"Just stare at my ass a lot," Draco grinned. He'd never thought marriage would be this fun.
"Right," the newest Mrs. Malfoy glared at him, "That would just be so me."
"Shh, Hermione, people might doubt our love, you know," he tisked.
"Oh, they might?"
"If you glare at me 24/7, they're sure to, yes."
"Or they'd assume you weren't meeting up to my expectations in the sack," she smirked, crossing her arms confidently.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Believe me, that'd be the last thing on their minds."
"How could I forget?" she quirked an eyebrow, "The famed prowess of Draco Malfoy. I tremble at the thought," she yawned.
"Your basic side effect of sexual tension," Draco shrugged, "I understand."
"You found out my secret," Hermione deadpanned. "Whatever shall I do?"
"Oh I don't know..." Draco smirked, "Grab a vibrator and buzz it off?"
Hermione's eyes widened and she smacked him.
"Ah, my tender, loving wife," Draco rolled his eyes, laying back on the couch. "Seriously, though...I'm never going to fantasize in peace with you in the room."
Making a face, Hermione backed out of the room.
"Oh hey, wait," Draco looked up, "You want to give me a backrub?"
She levitated a pillow into his head.
"So that's a no?"
She hadn't told anyone about the wedding. Indeed, she wasn't quite sure what to say. The truth would be...absolutely not the right course of action. But then...a lie might get Draco killed.
Hermione smirked to herself.
All she needed was plausible reason why she, Hermione Gran- Malfoy, would want to marry Draco Malfoy. Why would a girl like her throw caution to the wind and marry the bad boy?
Only one thing really came to mind and she really didn't want to do it.
"Harry, nice to see you," Hermione practiced, "Funny thing...when you left, I seemed to have married Draco Malfoy."