"I love you. I love you don't you get that?" shouted Draco as Hermione stood still, gaping at him in astonishment.

Love?

What a strange, weird, crazy, ridiculous, unbelievable word to come out of his mouth.

Love.

"I thought you Malfoys weren't aware of that emotion," snarked back Hermione, believing he was saying this to lower her guard down. 

"Oh, you want to know my emotions, do you? Well, how about we take a look at THIS!" said Draco in anger as he shoved up the long sleeve on the left side of his arm. 

Gasping, Hermione was rendered speechless as she gazed down at the abomination that was inked into his arm.

"THIS, Granger, used to make me feel powerful, used to make me feel superior, used to make me feel invincible," he said menacingly.

Shocked at the venom in is voice, she looked up at his face.

It changed. 

The harsh lines she was so used to seeing softened, the glamour that he had over his face fell. 

She could see the dark circles of sleepless nights, could see how sickly pale he looked, could see his red rimmed eyes from the many tears he had shed. 

"This, Granger, now makes me feel desperate, now makes me feel inadequate, now makes me feel hopeless," uttered Draco as he collapsed onto the bathroom floor. 

Continuing, he looked her way, as she too sat down.

"Look, Hermione, I don't want to be that nasty boy I was before, I've been set an impossible task by Him and, and I just can't do it. When I got the mark, I had to shield Him from my mind, so...so he wouldn't figure out my weakness, Hermione,"

"You are my light, my beacon of hope, ever since you came down those steps at the Yule Ball in fourth year," whispered Draco. 

He gave a long yawn, struggled up and began to walk out.

Over his shoulder he heard Hermione call out.

"Wait!"

He stopped.

Turned around.

And saw hesitation, reluctance, and a tiny little spark of determination in her eyes.

To walk is simple enough, but to walk down the aisle as people gave you icy glares. That's hard. 

Having muggles as parents is even worse in the society that she has to be married into.

This 'Marriage Law' sucks.

As her father passed her daughter over, he gave her a hopeful smile and whispered "Chin up pumpkin, you'll be able to get through this."

Nodding her head, Hermione knew that she'll be able to go through with this, but having to deal with it was another story entirely. 

Facing Draco Malfoy in her virginal white dress, with him staring at her like she was a piece of chewing gum stuck in his shoe, wasn't exactly the ideal wedding fantasy she had dreamt about.  

Yet life goes on, and the Wizarding world needed 'progression' and wanted to disassemble the pureblood ideology.

So, they created this wretched Marriage Law. 

Staring into space, Hermione blinked when she was asked to say those two words which will change her life forever.

"I do."

Grinning, Draco then dragged her to him and plastered his mouth over hers.

He was dominant, agressive, cocky and a bastard. 

There once was a boy called Malfoy.

He liked to pee in his sheets.

As he grew, as most people do.

He quickly learnt not to.

Instead, he took up another hobby.

And no, it wasn't Poppy.

It was a girl called Granger,

and BOY,she is NOT an angel when in the manger.

He loved her moans, she loved his groans.

And with smooth moves did they move,

dancing with a rhythmic groove.

The bed sheets astray, did she stay?

With all their might, they battled the foray