Here is my first Dramione fanfic! I love this pairing so much! I know this concept is slightly overdone but it is my favourite and I am hoping to change it up a bit. Hope you enjoy! -Wings

*I do not own Harry Potter ….goes and cries*

Chapter One:

(This chapter kind of explains and sets up the story, so it's very informational. The good stuff is definitely coming though!)

The sky overhead was dark. Rain fell in sheets, and the wind whipped around the cloaks of two men standing at the edge of a garden, beyond which, a magnificent manor stood burning.

"Please Lucius..." the thin and terrified looking gentleman begged.

"Barwick, you know service to the Dark Lord comes before all else…even the best of friendships" Lucius Malfoy responded coolly.

"Then save her. They've already killed Edwena, and we know my time is short. The Dark Lord will soon find and finish me as well. But she is innocent. Take her, hide her, keep her safe. I will give you anything. Please" Barwick frantically pleaded, grabbing Lucius' robes.

"You owe me. I could be killed for this act of disobedience…"

"Anything I have and more! Just save her"

"…Alright. I will take and hide your daughter from the Dark Lord if you agree to betroth her to my son. They are the same age and if they marry, I will inherit all your fortunes. You must put the inheritance under a different name so He won't realize she is still alive. Do this and I'll help you" Lucius said, for once giving a look of pity to his friend.

Barwick picked up the basket at his feet and thrust it into Lucius Malfoy's hands, not even looking at the crying infant inside. He then pulled a piece of parchment out of his robes and wrote furiously

"There" he said, finally finishing his writing and placing the paper in the basket, "a marriage contract between your son and my daughter, as well as the removal of my wealth from the Tate account. It will be hidden in a muggle bank and will all go to her on her 17th birthday."

Then without a backwards glance, Barwick Tate walked towards the manor, now engulfed in flames. Moments later a flash of green light signified the end of his life. Lucius Malfoy quickly disaperated, not wanting the Dark Lord to know of his presence. He then thought of how to best hide the girl, until such a day when she would marry his 8 month old son, and make them all richer then even he, Lucius Malfoy, could ever dream

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"Mione! There is a letter down here from Hogwarts for you!" Ginny Weasley bellowed from the kitchen.
Hermione Granger glanced in the mirror, sighing at her hopelessly bushy hair and plain face, before grabbing a sweater and running down the winding staircase of the Burrow.

She was thrilled to be spending the summer before her seventh year with her best friends at the Burrow, but she had to admit, seeing Harry and Ginny in their "happy couple" phase was a little depressing. She watched how Harry looked at Ginny like she was so wonderful and felt a twinge of jealousy. No one ever looks at me like that…

She, like so many other people, thought she would end up with Ron, but after a long talk they had at the end of sixth year, they discovered their relationship was too precious to gamble on a relationship. She was glad with their decision, but still longed for someone who did want that kind of relationship with her. Would anyone ever want to be with her?

She landed on the final step and surveyed the scene before her. Ron was chowing down on breakfast. Harry and Ginny were making googly eyes at each other across the table and Mrs. Weasley was sending cleaning spells at the various dishes Ron was dirtying. Hermione smiled at her friends and wished them all a good morning before taking the empty seat next to Ron and opening the letter that lay in front of her.

Dear Ms. Granger,

I am sorry to disturb your summer vacation but I have an urgent matter to discuss with you. Please floo to my office today at noon, if it is convenient.

Wishing you well,

Albus Dumbledore

"Wonder what he wants with you," Ron said, reading the letter from his spot.

"No idea," Hermione replied, scarfing down some eggs before Ron could touch them. In all honesty, she was wildly curious as to what the Headmaster could want from her. Maybe she was making Head Girl and he wanted to congratulate her personally! She downed a glass of orange juice before running back up the stairs to grab her robes and braid her hair. If she was going to be given this position of honour, she wanted to look presentable!

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A few hours later Hermione, in her wizarding best, grabbed a pinch of floo powder from the pot outside the Weasleys fireplace, and stepped inside.

"Bye Mione! Tell us everything he says when you get back k?" Harry said to one of his best friends.

"Sure thing guys! See you soon!" she replied before throwing the powder down, "Hogwarts School!"

The emerald flames engulfed her, and seconds later, Hermione found herself stumbling out of the grand fireplace in the Headmasters office.

"Good afternoon Miss Granger" Dumbledore smiled at her. "Take a seat if you please. Help yourself to a lemon drop. Our other guest shall arrive shortly"

"Other guest?" Hermione asked. Maybe the Head Boy would be attending as well?

A couple minutes passed by in awkward silence. Hermione found herself taking handful after handful of lemon drops, just for something to do. Finally, the gently flickering flames in the fireplace turned a roaring green and out stepped Draco Malfoy.

"Ferret" Hermione growled before she could even think.

"Mudblood" he responded in greeting.

"Both of you have been asked here on my request. I will not tolerate anything less than the respect you would give to me" Dumbledore scolded before gesturing Draco sit as well.

"Now, I have something very important to discuss with the two of you and I feel it would be best if neither of you interrupt until I have fully finished. First off, Miss Granger, I am sorry to inform you that you have been misled your entire life. I am going to be very blunt with you. The Grangers are not your parents, nor are you muggleborn. Your birth parents were Barwick and Edwena Tate. Both very bright students and purebloods who, sadly, were also well known Death Eaters…"

"WHAT?" Hermione interrupted even though she had been asked not to "You are joking me Professor! My mum and dad would have told me if I was adopted. This just isn't true"

"Please Miss Granger, wait until the end to speak. Now shortly after you were born, your parents tried to leave Voldemort's service. This resulted in their murders. However, before they were killed, your father managed to get you to his best friend. Lucius Malfoy."

"Ha! My father best friends with the filthy mudblood's parents? Impossible!" Draco scoffed.

"Mr. Malfoy, such words will NOT be tolerated. Now as I was saying. Lucius agreed to risk his life and save Miss Tate, now Miss Granger. He found a muggle family who had lost their baby girl just a few days before. He placed a Memory Charm on them to make them forget the death of their daughter, and left you, Hermione, in the crib. That is why you were raised with the Grangers. However, Lucius did not do this simply out of charity"

"Big surprise" Hermione interjected, rolling her eyes, although behind her sarcastic exterior she was freaking out.

Ignoring her, Dumbledore continued. "Here is why you were both required here today. On that day when Barwick left you with Mr. Malfoy, they arranged a contract. Legally binding with the strongest of magic that even I cannot reverse. I am sorry to inform you that on Hermione's 17th birthday, Mr. Draco Malfoy and Miss Hermione Tate are required to marry." Dumbledore concluded in a happy voice, his blue eyes twinkling as if he had received a large bag of Galleons.

The reaction on the other side of the desk was quite different however. Hermione sat frozen and pale, as if petrified. And in the chair beside her, Draco Malfoy had slumped into a faint.

Authors Notes:

I know this is short but thanks for reading! Stick around because I promise it gets better! Review please!