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Some Kind of Wonderful	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 12061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When she arrived back at Hogwarts, Hermione headed straight for Gryffindor Tower. She had no intention of talking to Draco until she had absolutely no choice. She still had no idea why he had chosen to petition for her, but she couldn’t believe his assertion that he was in love with her. It just didn’t make sense. There had to be another reason. She threw herself onto the bed and lay back, trying to think whether there had ever been any single time in all the years she had known Draco when he had ever shown any sign of anything other than hatred and disdain for her.
She couldn’t think of a single one. From the first time they had met Draco had been nothing but unpleasant to her and her friends. His family had been even worse. All staunch supporters of Voldemort and fully subscribed to the worst Pure-blood ideals, they had brought Draco up to believe in the same wicked and racist beliefs they did. He had taken every opportunity over the years to let her know that regardless of how good at magic she was — and she had always been better than him — in his eyes she would never be anything but an interloper in the wizarding world. And just to ensure she got the message he had called her Mudblood, the worst insult he could possibly use against her.
She looked at her watch. It was time for dinner but she wasn’t feeling very hungry. She wondered if she would be able to get away without going down to the Great Hall but knew it wasn’t worth the trouble she would get into for not attending the meal. Anyway, she couldn’t stay locked up in Gryffindor Tower for the rest of the year.
With a sigh she pulled herself up off the bed and went to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair looked just as awful as usual. She ran a brush through it, although she wasn’t sure it made much difference. She remembered Draco’s comment at the Ministry about how she looked beautiful and she snorted. Gods, he had spouted some absolute crap during the ceremony. He hated her hair as much as she did. He had mentioned it on more than one occasion in the past and after all, she had really not made any effort that afternoon. Her hair looked a fright after two hours over a steaming cauldron in Potions. She put down the brush and left the bathroom.
Hopefully, she could get into dinner and back out without having to face Draco. She would be safe during the meal as they had to sit at their House tables, but if she planned it right she could escape while Draco was still eating and get back to the common room and safety for the night.
But it didn’t happen. Draco was waiting outside the Great Hall for Hermione to arrive and insisted on accompanying her into the dining room. Although they sat at their own tables during the meal, Hermione wasn’t able to leave without further contact as Draco watched her like a hawk and rose the moment she did, effortlessly cutting her off at the door before she could escape.
‘You’ve been hiding from me,’ he said accusingly as he steered her out of the door and down one of the corridors.
‘Where are we going?’ Hermione asked. She tried to slow down but Draco — who, it turned out, was much stronger than he looked — was holding onto her and pulling her along with him.
‘Somewhere we can be alone for a while,’ Draco said, the arousal evident in his voice.
‘But I don’t want to be alone,’ Hermione said, worried now. ‘We don’t need to be alone.’
Draco opened the door of an empty classroom and pulled Hermione inside and shut the door behind them. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. Hermione could feel her heart thudding.
That wasn’t all she could feel.
‘Now that we’re finally married we need to consummate it,’ Draco told her, his voice husky with desire. ‘I’ve wanted this with you for so long, my love.’
‘Please, Draco, I’m not ready for this,’ Hermione said. She tried to pull out of his arms but he wasn’t inclined to release her. Then, more desperately, she added, ‘I don’t want to do anything in here. Please, it’s just a deserted classroom.’
‘I know it’s not ideal,’ Draco said. ‘I’d much rather we were in bed, too, but that’s not possible tonight with us being in separate Houses, so this will have to do. I’m sure we can make the best of it.’
Hermione shook her head and squirmed again. ‘I don’t want to do this,’ she repeated unhappily. ‘Not now. I just can’t.’
Draco gave a throaty laugh. ‘You’re just a little nervous, my love. That’s understandable.’ He ran his hand gently down her cheek. ‘It’s going to be wonderful,’ he assured her. ‘I promise.’
Hermione was mesmerised for a moment as his lips captured hers, the whisper-soft kiss turning harder and more forceful. As the kiss continued Draco loosened his grip on her and one of his hands started running through her hair and stroking the nape of her neck, causing Hermione to shiver.
She had to stop this.
As the kiss began to turn into a second, Hermione pulled back, this time succeeding in moving out of Draco’s arms. She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. ‘I’m sorry Draco, I can’t do this . . . I just can’t,’ she whispered.
And before Draco had a chance to stop her she ran to the door, opened it, and fled back down the hall.

‘I wonder if I could have a word with you, Miss Granger,’ Professor McGonagall said.
Hermione was surprised to see the Headmistress in the Gryffindor common room, but she supposed that if the teacher wanted to talk to her she didn’t really have any choice but to come to where Hermione was hiding out, still evading Draco. The only time she had left the confines of Gryffindor Tower over the previous twenty-four hours had been for meals and she had taken them as quickly as possible, always making sure she didn’t leave the table alone, not wanting to end up in another argument with Draco over their conjugal arrangements.
Hermione put the book she was reading onto the table and looked expectantly at Professor McGonagall, who had joined her on the sofa. She noticed that the area they were occupying had suddenly become emptier as the other Gryffindors found things to do that didn’t involve being near the Headmistress.
‘I understand that congratulations are in order, Miss Granger — or should I say Mrs Malfoy?’ Professor McGonagall’s voice betrayed nothing, but she looked at Hermione sympathetically.
Hermione stared back at her balefully. ‘I’m not sure congratulations is the right word, Professor,’ she said. ‘You know as well as I do that Draco and I have never got along.’
Professor McGonagall sighed. ‘I have to admit that when I heard about the match I did wonder whether the Ministry had made a mistake in this instance. After all, I’m sure the animosity between you and the Malfoy family has been well documented over the years, and plenty of people at the Ministry of Magic would have been aware of it. It seemed to me it was also rather a strange pairing considering your ongoing relationship with Mr Weasley, who is also a Pure-blood, although, of course, you and Mr Malfoy are very closely matched both intellectually and in terms of magical ability.’
‘It wasn’t really the Ministry of Magic,’ Hermione said bitterly. Professor McGonagall looked surprised. ‘They did match us, Draco and me, but apparently, he had already petitioned to marry me anyway, and once that happened they weren’t really bothered whether we were suited or not. Any other relationship I may have already been in was automatically discounted.’
‘Mr Malfoy petitioned for you to marry him,’ Professor McGonagall repeated. ‘Why on earth would he have done that? That’s certainly very suspicious behaviour considering his family’s pureblood ideals.’
Hermione shrugged. ‘He told me he loves me. That he’s been in love with me for years.’ She gave a small, harsh laugh. ‘Like I believe that. He might just as well have told me that his father was in love with me — it’s about as likely.’
Professor McGonagall frowned. ‘I have never got the impression that Mr Malfoy cares for you in any way, not over the last few months and certainly not in your younger years. Whilst I understand that his earlier animosity was also directed at Mr Potter and Mr Weasley, I think it is safe to say that Mr Malfoy has made his feelings towards you perfectly clear on many occasions.’ She sighed again. ‘Although I suppose a declaration of love would account for his actions earlier today.’
‘His actions?’ Hermione asked. She wondered what Draco had been up to while she had been hiding away in the common room.
‘Mr Malfoy came to see me earlier today to request that you be moved from Gryffindor Tower.’
‘What? You’ve got to be kidding,’ Hermione railed. ‘Where does he want me to go, Slytherin?’
Professor McGonagall shook her head. ‘No. He has requested that we provide a room you can both share outside of your Houses. He pointed out that as married adults you are legally quite entitled to share a bed and he is keen for that to happen at the earliest opportunity.’
‘I hope you told him no,’ Hermione said. ‘It was very presumptuous of him to assume I would want something like that, regardless of whether it's legal or not.’
‘I am not sure Mr Malfoy is interested in what you want,’ Professor McGonagall said honestly. ‘I explained to him that I felt it would be better if the two of you remained where you are while you are at school; after all, I think we are all aware there are plenty of places within Hogwarts where some intimacy could take place between you if desired. However, Mr Malfoy is strongly of the opinion that as a married couple you should be sharing a bed rather than sleeping alone at night and he informed me that should I choose not to honour his request, you and he would be leaving the school.’
‘He said what?’ Hermione said indignantly. She looked furious. ‘How dare he say something like that just because we’re married. He has absolutely no say in whether I leave Hogwarts or not. And I refuse to spend my nights with him just because he thinks we should. I have absolutely no intention of leaving either Gryffindor or Hogwarts, and you can tell him that officially.’
‘I did tell Mr Malfoy that any room changes would be subject to agreement from both of you regardless of legal right,’ Professor McGonagall said. ‘I thought it unlikely that you would want to move, but I had a duty to ask as the two of you are married. I am sure you understand.’ Hermione nodded. ‘Mr Malfoy has also requested that in future you be referred to in classes by your married name rather than your maiden name. It appears he is quite keen for everyone to be aware of your relationship.’
Hermione shook her head in agitation. ‘That’s ridiculous. There is absolutely no reason for me to change my name. There are only another four months of school left, so it can stay as it is.’ She sighed, then added, ‘I’m sorry Professor, I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with Draco. I just wish I knew what on earth he’s up to.’
‘I have no doubt we will discover the reason for that eventually, Miss Granger,’ Professor McGonagall said. ‘I just hope it isn’t anything nefarious.’
‘You and me both,’ Hermione said unhappily.
‘Well, I shall leave you to it. I understand you are trying to avoid your husband, but perhaps you would be better off talking to him. I believe it is going to be a dry if somewhat cold day tomorrow. Perhaps the two of you could take a walk around the lake and discuss what inspired his petition.’ Professor McGonagall stood up. ‘Remember, classes start again on Monday, Miss Granger, and you won’t be able to hide away in Gryffindor Tower all day then.’
Hermione didn’t say anything, just watched as the Headmistress walked back towards the portrait hole. She sighed and picking up her book again stood, then headed towards the stairs to the girls’ dormitories. Draco had really pissed her off with his actions and although she had a horrid feeling she wasn’t going to be able to get to sleep, she couldn’t face staying in the common room with its happy, carefree denizens any longer.

‘I want to talk to you,’ Draco told Hermione.
He had once again cut off her exit from the Great Hall where they had just been having breakfast. Completely ignoring the friends she was using as a shield against him, he took hold of her arm to make sure she couldn’t escape, then led her out of the room. Hermione hoped there weren’t too many people watching them.
‘I need to go to the Library,’ she said.
‘It’s Sunday, Hermione. There’s absolutely no reason for you to go to the Library except to hide from me,’ Draco said sharply, the sarcasm evident in his voice.
Hermione didn’t answer but she glared at him. Of course she wanted to hide from him. She didn’t want anything to do with him and after her conversation with Professor McGonagall, she hated him more than ever. She still hadn’t been able to work out why Draco wanted to marry her, but his demands were untenable as far as she was concerned.
‘We don’t have anything to talk about.’
Draco snorted in disbelief. ‘Nothing to talk about? I haven’t managed to get two words out of you since the wedding. Every time I try to come anywhere near you, you run away and hide in that bloody common room of yours. We’ve got things to sort out, Hermione and I think I’ve been patient enough with you. Now, come on.’ Still holding Hermione’s arm, he pulled her roughly down the stairs and out of the castle.
Once they were out of the door she shrugged him off. ‘It’s cold out here,’ she complained. ‘And I don’t know what you want to talk about. We’re married because, let’s face it, neither of us wanted to leave the wizarding world so we had no other choice — although I still don’t understand why you put in the petition.’ She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep out the cold. Draco went to put his arms around her but she moved away from him, shaking her head.
‘I just can’t believe you,’ Hermione said. She glared angrily at Draco. ‘You went to see Professor McGonagall.’
Draco shrugged. ‘Of course I did. She’s the one who makes the sleeping arrangements.’
‘Well, I told her I wasn’t moving. I’m perfectly happy with things the way they are.’
‘But I’m not,’ Draco said. ‘You’re my wife, Hermione and I want to sleep with you. And that’s not going to happen while you’re tucked away in Gryffindor Tower. I already have enough bloody trouble just trying to talk to you, let alone get you anywhere near a bed.’
‘That’s because I don’t want to sleep with you,’ Hermione said bluntly. ‘I wouldn’t have thought that would come as too much of a shock to you under the circumstances, Draco.’
‘We’re going to have to consummate the marriage at some point,’ Draco said, trying to stay reasonable, although he felt anything but at that moment.
‘But I don’t see why it has to be now,’ Hermione insisted. ‘We should be concentrating on school. We’ve got our N.E.W.T.s coming up in only a few months.’ Draco rolled his eyes. ‘We’ll have plenty of time for the other stuff,’ Hermione said unhappily. ‘After all, we’re stuck with each other for the next god knows how many years.’
‘But I don’t want to wait, my love. I want you now,’ Draco said, ‘and I don’t see how us sharing a bed is going to give us problems with our exams.’
Hermione shook her head, her face like thunder. ‘Professor McGonagall told me you threatened that if she didn’t do as you asked, WE would be leaving the school.’ She didn’t wait for Draco to respond. ‘Whilst we may technically be married, you are not my master. And you have no say over what I will or will not do. I have absolutely no intention of leaving Hogwarts until the end of the school year and you can’t make me do otherwise.’
Draco looked at Hermione for a moment, a sly smirk crossing his face. ‘Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, my love. You obviously didn’t bother to check the small print of the Ministry’s bonding ceremony.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘I know what it said — and there was nothing about me having to do what you say.’
Draco chuckled. ‘As I said, you obviously didn’t check it properly. The wizarding world is still somewhat old-fashioned in its outlook with regard to marriage, especially where Pure-bloods are concerned.’
‘But this was a Ministry-approved bonding,’ Hermione pointed out, ‘not some traditional Pure-blood wedding.’
Draco nodded. ‘But who do you think wrote the ceremony? Although we wizards love women we don’t trust them, especially those who have great magical abilities. People think this Ministry ceremony is something new, but really it’s just a cleverly reworded version of the original bonding ceremony. If you had actually bothered to discover exactly what Mr Threadwoody was saying whilst he was casting all those spells, you would have known you were agreeing to submit to my will on all things. You belong to me, Hermione, however equal the partnership may appear to be on the outside and at the end of the day you will do as I say, whether you like it or not.’
Hermione scowled. She was annoyed, but with herself even more than with Draco. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t bothered to check out the meanings of the incantations used in the bonding ceremony. Why hadn’t she? Normally she would have researched the thing so thoroughly she could have conducted the ceremony herself, but for some reason, she hadn’t done that this time. And now she was going to pay for her stupidity.
It was denial, she realised. She had been so upset when she had received her letter from the Ministry announcing her forthcoming bonding that she hadn’t seen any further than that. Because she kept hoping it was a mistake or that she would find some way out of the match, she had concentrated only on that, not bothering to discover what she would actually be letting herself in for if the ceremony went ahead. Draco was right. She had assumed, just as many others would, that because it was part of the new Ministry law the ceremony, too, would be new. She had been completely foolish.
Draco took her hand and stroked it gently. Hermione wanted to pull away but he was holding on to it too tightly.
Was this the reason Draco had been so eager to marry her and had petitioned for her hand? Had he been counting on the fact that she wouldn’t know what the bonding ceremony did? With Hermione subjugated to his will, he could order her to do anything and she had no choice but to obey him. The things he could do to shame or torment her were too numerous and distressing to even consider, but of course, it was the perfect way for the bitter Pure-blood to torture his most despised enemy — and to do so quite legally, without any worry about being punished for his actions. With just a few words Draco had the power to make the rest of her life a living hell. She realised with a start that this was probably why the life charm had been added to the bonding ceremony. How many witches had died because of having to obey their Pure-blood husbands’ commands?
Hermione felt her blood run cold. The worst thing was that she’d had no choice. She wouldn’t have been able to reject the match even if she had known what she was agreeing to. There was no way she wanted to leave the wizarding world forever, so perhaps it had been a good thing she hadn’t known beforehand. But if she had known, instead of rejecting the match would she have been able to get the words changed so their marriage would be on a more equal footing? Too late to think of it now, but it might have been a possibility and would have changed everything.
What would Draco have done under those circumstances? Hermione wondered. Would he have withdrawn his petition to marry her, or would that be considered rejection? She was sure that whatever happened, Draco would be as unwilling as she to give up his place in the wizarding world. But that brought her right back to square one.
‘So what happens if I refuse to obey you?’ Hermione asked. ‘Do I get dragged off to Azkaban or something?’ She couldn’t believe that would really be the case, but with the vagaries of wizarding law, you never knew.
Draco snorted. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, Hermione. It would be for me to make the decision what was to happen to you. I would be quite within my rights to punish you in any way I saw fit.’ Draco looked at her salaciously, his voice becoming more seductive. ‘And as much as I’d enjoy that, I really don’t think you want me punishing you, my love.’
‘Stop calling me that,’ Hermione said tetchily. ‘I’ve worked it out now, so you don’t have to pretend any longer.’
‘Worked what out?’ Draco asked.
‘Why you married me.’
‘I’ve already told you why I married you,’ Draco said.
‘I know what you said,’ Hermione retorted, ‘but I also know that’s rubbish. And now you’ve told me about this obeying thing it all makes sense — unfortunately.’
Draco looked confused. ‘I’ve absolutely no idea what you think I’ve done, Hermione. I married you because I’m in love with you and I wanted you to be my wife. To be honest, I wasn’t anticipating a huge problem with the whole obeying thing. I assumed you would have researched the law and its ceremony thoroughly like you always do. Why didn’t you?’
Hermione shook her head, not wanting to answer. She didn’t want to admit her failure or the weakness that had caused it. ‘I’m not leaving Hogwarts,’ she said quietly.
‘I know,’ Draco said sounding perfectly reasonable. He was still stroking her hand.
‘And I’m not sharing a room with you, either.’ Hermione’s face was set, although it looked to Draco as if she was about to cry. He studied her for a moment, then sighed.
‘All right, we’ll leave that for the time being, too. But eventually you’re going to have to accept that we’re married, you know.’
‘I know we’re married,’ Hermione said unhappily. ‘I just don’t understand why.’
‘I’ve told you again and again. I’m in love with you. I just don’t know how I’m supposed to convince you of that,’ Draco said.
Hermione shrugged. ‘It’s going to be pretty hard, to be honest. After all, you’ve been nothing but unpleasant, at best, to me ever since the first time I met you. And now you just expect me to accept that you’re in love with me. Sorry, Draco, but I’m really not that gullible.’
Draco, who had still been holding Hermione’s hand, pulled her to him and wrapped his arms tightly around her before she had a chance to react. ‘Let me show you,’ he whispered as he swooped in and his mouth found hers.
For a few minutes they stayed that way until Hermione began to squirm once more, pulling away from Draco and looking at him in surprise. Totally different from any other kiss she had ever experienced, including the two previous kisses Draco had given her, this one had been strange and she didn’t know how to feel about it. She had to get away.
‘I’m not changing my name in classes, either,’ she told Draco, who seemed a little surprised that the kiss had finished. ‘It will just confuse the teachers this close to the end of school. Now, I really do have to go to the Library.’ She needed to get away before she started crying; she was unable to understand her emotions and what Draco was doing to them.
Draco grabbed hold of her hand again. ‘Please don’t go, love — don’t run away from me.’
Hermione looked at Draco sadly. ‘I can’t do this,’ she whispered, pulling her hand from his. ‘I’m sorry.’ Without another word she ran up the stairs, back towards the door of the castle.
‘You can’t hide in the Library forever, Hermione,’ Draco called after her. ‘And when you come out you really will have to face up to the fact that we’re married.’
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