The Marriage Contract
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I step into my room numbly and lit a small candle near my bedside. I toss the letter to the floor and let myself fall facefirst into the plush bed.
"Ahem-" A throat clears.
A barely visible figure sits on my lounge chair next to the bookshelf. Before I can cast a spell, my wand is taken from my grasp.
"Wait..." The dark figure's wand illuminates the room in a low cool glow putting my small candle to shame.
"Tom!?" I gasp in horror.
"I assume you did not open your letter," Tom's eyes dart down at the unopened letter on the floor.
Realization hits me, and my body freezes. "We're a match!?" I gasp. "This can't be-maybe there was a mistake, let me check mine,"
"Denial will get you nowhere" His deep voice cuts like a knife. "Besides, why would I lie to you?" He stands up and turns his back on me.
"You?! I have to marry you," I fume. "you disgust me" I spat. My blood boils at the mere sight of him.
"It doesn't seem like we have a choice," Tom's voice rumbles back.
Tom X Hermione/ Tomione
Slow burn
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