A/N: Written for the Joys of Arranged Marriage Challenge! Thanks to MrsBates93 for betaing this! :) enjoy! Xx
Hermione flopped back onto the bed. A sigh escaped her lips. Feeling the side of the bed next to her sag, she looked over. Tonks had gotten onto the bed as well, and they were both lying on their backs staring at the ceiling.
"Are you okay?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
Hermione was quiet, mulling over her thoughts. Was she okay? She had just married a Death Eater… that didn't usually classify as being okay. "I'm not sure," she answered honestly.
Tonks reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. "Everything will be alright."
Hermione rolled over, propping her head on her arm. "Do you really think so Tonks? Because it really doesn't seem that way."
The older witch nodded. "I know things seem bad, and they'll probably be bad for a while, but in the long term, things will work out for the best."
"I just… I guess it's hard for me to just take everything in." She felt like it wasn't real at all. Like the brand mark around her ring finger wasn't there. Wait, a mark? "What's this?" she cried, showing her finger to Tonks.
Tonks laughed. "It's ok Hermione; it's just a sign that you've been bonded."
"Everyone will see this!" she cried.
Tonks shook her head. "Only those who know about the marriage will see it."
Hermione felt herself relax a little. "Tonks, I still don't understand why we had to get married. I know it was important, but Dumbledore wasn't very clear on the matter."
"Oh, well, it sort of goes along with the old Pureblood laws. When a Pureblood is bonded, they are bonded for life. So what you and Draco have is incredibly powerful. While he may appear to be loyal to Voldemort, his true loyalties will always belong to you," Tonks explained.
Hermione was quiet for a moment. That was powerful. And it would ensure that Draco would be loyal to the Light, so she saw the appeal. But what she didn't understand was why he had chosen her. He had picked her to be the one he was bonded to. Why?
"Why did he pick me?" she muttered out loud.
Tonks secretly smiled. She had figured that the young Malfoy boy harbored feelings for Hermione, but she wouldn't voice those thoughts yet. "I think there are a couple of reasons why Malfoy picked you."
Hermione scoffed. "Yeah right, I'm just a bushy haired, buck toothed know-it-all."
Tonks grabbed a pillow, quickly hitting her with it. "Don't say that about yourself Hermione. You're a beautiful girl, anyone can see that. And you've got the brains to go with it."
"But why didn't he pick someone else? Why me? I'm a Muggleborn."
Tonks shrugged. "Maybe he's just trying to show that he cares… maybe he doesn't really believe in all that Pureblood propaganda."
Hermione was quiet. Maybe Tonks was right. Either way, the thoughts ran through her mind over and over again. What were Harry and Ron going to say? What were her parents going to say? With a groan, she placed a pillow over her head and let out a cry of frustration.
Tonks giggled. "I'll go now so you can get some sleep."
Hermione grabbed Tonks' wrist. "Will you stay tonight? I just feel…" she trailed off. She felt a lot of things. Confused, scared, nervous…
Tonks smiled softly. "Let me just floo Dumbledore."
Tonks disappeared into the Common Room. Sitting up, Hermione looked around her new chambers. They were nice, decorated with a mixture of red and silver, a combination of both of their Houses. And that's when it hit her; she would be living here with Draco. This would be her new home. Shivers ran up her spine.
Shaking her head, she moved towards the dresser, pulling out a nightgown. She went to the bathroom, quickly changing and getting ready for bed. Pulling her hair back into a bun, she entered the bedroom. Crawling under the covers, she waited for Tonks to join her.
She appeared moments later, crawling under the covers as well. "You okay?" she whispered into the darkness.
"I will be," Hermione whispered back. "Thanks for staying with me."
Tonks smiled softly. "Of course, Hermione."
Minerva let out a sigh. "I don't like this Albus, not one bit."
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't like it either Minerva, but what's done is done."
"But why? They are both too young!"
"Tom has already sunk his grip into Draco; this is all we can do to protect him."
"But by protecting him, we've actually endangered them both!"
"Minerva, it was Draco's idea, and Hermione consented to it. It's out of our hands now."
"But it's your fault!" She said harshly. "If you had suggested something else, they wouldn't have had to marry!"
"Minerva, it's done. You know that the Pureblood laws are binding. He will protect her, and she will protect him. He volunteered to be a spy; I will not begrudge him his choice." He let out a long sigh. "Minerva, we're done here."
Minerva glared at Albus. She loved him dearly, and respected him, but lately she had trouble agreeing with his decisions. With a huff, she stormed from the office.
Draco walked stiffly through the halls of Malfoy Manor. His mother was in the library with Severus, pretending nothing had happened.
Well, in the eyes of everyone else, nothing had really happen.
But Draco couldn't pretend. Something had happened to him.
Draco knew his life would never be the same again. His life, his world, his soul, they all belonged to that bushy haired Muggleborn witch now.
He still couldn't believe she had agreed to it. He had suspected she would because she was naturally a good person, but a small part of him was afraid she'd reject him because of how awful he had been to her in the past. Draco was ashamed of his actions as he looked back on them.
But what's done is done. The only choice he had now was to move forward and try to make a better life for himself.
Draco was going towards the study, wishing to speak to his mother about visiting the family vault when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, Draco saw Lucius approaching. "Father," he said curtly, nodding his head.
"The Dark Lord wishes to speak you," Lucius said coldly, his grey eyes raking over his son.
Draco nodded. He silently followed his father towards the drawing room where the Dark Lord was waiting, ignoring the feeling of dread pooling in his stomach.