Married To Malfoy?!?!

Chapter 4

It had certainly not been Hermione's idea to hold hands as they walked down the hall. It had merely been her idea not to make out in the hall. Somehow, this was the result.

"Be careful of what you drink in the future, Malfoy," she muttered darkly into his ear, pulling back with a sweet smile and giggle that gave her breakfast a second tour of her mouth.

"Such anger isn't healthy, my love," Draco tsked, raising her hand to his mouth for a kiss.

"Why are you being so nice?" Hermione hissed.

Draco smirked back at her, "You're my wife."

Hermione clenched her teeth, "But you hate me," she whispered, pulling him into a corner.

"And where did you get this idea?" he raised his eyebrows.

"You've always been pretty obvious about your feelings for mudbloods…me, in particular."

Draco shrugged, "Mudblood, schmudblood…who cares?"

Hermione blinked at her husband. All of his years of hate were suddenly at an end just because he…got married? No. He was up to something.

"You'll appreciate this, Granger," he smirked, forgetting to call her Mrs. Malfoy in that annoying way of his as his eyes alighted with some disturbing thought she feared he was about to share with her, "I've been putting this theory together for a few years now."

"What? That muggles may have been onto something with the whole toothpaste idea?" she asked.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Even better. You see, my dearest Mrs. Malfoy, superiority is a funny thing. I've discovered, in my observations, that I'm not superior to everyone because of my blood."

"Fabulous, Malfoy," Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're a bloody genius. However did you figure that one out?"

"Rather!" he ignored her, continuing on, "I'm superior to everyone because they've made me their god."

Hermione was hard pressed to recall a more violent need to upchuck.

"I was thinking about it one day. Crabbe is a pureblood. Doyle is a pureblood. Pansy is a pureblood. Good lord, WEASLEY is a pureblood. And yet you, the smartest girl at Hogwarts are mudblood."

Crossing her arms, Hermione started to tap her foot, "Are you arriving at some kind of point soon?"

Draco couldn't help feeling a bit perturbed at Hermione's lack of appreciation for his genius.

"Granger," he whined in annoyance, forgetting to use her new name yet again, "It isn't who I AM that makes me superior to everyone, it's what I DO. I simply command and they obey. Like that," he snapped.

She actually looked a little ill at his announcement. Obviously, the implications were lost on her, for the brilliance of it was nothing short of fabulous to him.

"You could do the same thing, you know," he smiled, hoping that would help get his point across to her. People always liked it better when they had something to gain.

"I could what, be the goddess?" she raised an eyebrow.

"The spot's open," he smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Come on, let's get to class," she took his hand and pulled him along.

She was weakening, he could tell.

Letting go of Draco's hand the second they hit the classroom, Hermione slipped into her usual place next to Harry, who looked up at her in surprise.