Mixed Blood [Exelis & Blue]

[blueraccoon]

Draco Malfoy. Age seventeen, only son of the prestigious Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, ex-Death Eaterâ?¦. Engaged. The blonde couldnâ??t help but cringe at the thought of his arranged marriage. He had always known that he would somehow be forced into an engagement; after all, purebloods were far and few and it was only a matter of time before heâ??d be told to marry one of them. However, ever since the wizarding war ended, the Ministry had been trying to promote better relations with muggles in the wake of their recent history of poor affairs. Now, purebloods were forced to marry muggles or mudbloods. They werenâ??t even given the courtesy of half-bloods. It seemed like the Ministry was just looking for a way to make everyone in the damn world a witch or wizard.
Draco recalled the pure, white anger that surged in his chest when he first got the letter. It felt as if his parents were betraying him, forcing him to marry a mudbloodâ?¦ and what was even worse, he was set up with Hermione Granger. Couldnâ??t they have pulled a few strings to ensure him a better pick? But then again, after Voldemortâ??s fall, the family was lucky for not being sent to Azkaban for their crimes as Death Eaters.
He threw the letter into the fireplace, growling swears beneath his breath. His foul mood kept the rest of the Slytherins in the common room from getting anywhere near him for a few days. Just as his bad temper seemed to be calming down, Dumbledore had summoned him to his office for a word. Turns out, the old bat congratulated him for his soon-to-be marriage and even arranged a room just for him and his bride to be. Draco thanked his headmaster by throwing one of his many trinkets against the wall as he stormed out of the room. When he returned to his dormitory, he found all of his possessions gone and a small note was left on his bed in Dumbledoreâ??s handwriting. â??Iâ??ve saved you the trouble of moving your things. I hope you enjoy your new roomâ??.
After much more cursing and carrying on, Malfoy made his way out of the dorm that had been his temporary home for six years and into the new one he was bound to hate.
Of course, the room was nice enough. It resembled much like a sitting room and- oh, for christâ??s sake, only one bed. Draco would rearrange that later. Either that, or heâ??d gladly sleep on the couch instead of sharing a bed with that Granger girl.
Draco sunk into one of the chairs with a low growl, handsome features twisted slightly in aggravation. He would have thought his final year at Hogwarts would be somewhat enjoyable, free from his duties to Voldemort and being able to actually relax for the first time in a long time. It seems like fate had its mind set against Draco and was willing to deal out one cruel hand after another. What a drag.

 

[Exelis]

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't god-damned well believe it. Believing the Malfoy's offer for her hand to be a hoax, she'd accepted. Hoping that the one little loophole that would have allowed her freedome from the damned law would carry through, she hadn't damned well expected the offer that they'd sent to be GENUINE. Making Ron repeal his offer so he could make sure he got his sweetheart for his bride after recieving Malfoy's offer, all the damned bastards had to do was repeal their offer and have the git marry whoever they'd really wanted him to marry in the first place and she would have been fine. She mumbled angrilly about stupid wizards as she walked to the room that she knew was reserved by Dumbledoor for her and her new... ick... Fiance. She said the words to open the rooms that they were alotted and blanched as she saw the Ferret. "I didn't think you'd be here yet," she said, glaring at him darkly.

Why the hell hadn't he repealed his damned offer before it was passed through the ministry, she couldn't help but wonder. And if she didn't have an angry Crookshanks in a cat carrier, she would have demanded an answer then but instead she put down the carrier and let the small little beast out. The cat purred once let out, prancing about and looking before going back to her and weaving his way between her legs, rubbing against her. Yes, yes... This was the perfect set of rooms for his mistress. One big bed and a male to keep her from snuggling him to death in her sleep. The cat looked at Malfoy as if he were looking at a pet, believing himself to be above everyone and everything save for Hermione. Hm, yes... The male would do. Powerful enough, fit enough and attractive by human means. The cat seemed to smile as it looked at Draco. Yes. He'd do quite nicely to keep his mistress company.

 

[blueraccoon]

Draco had been hoping for this lonely room to provide him some sort of solace- a bit of peace, maybe, after all the chaos that was going on right now. But oh, no. Hell came into his room in the form of Hermione Granger. As soon as the door opened, ice-blue eyes shifted to see his fiance enter the room. He then found it foolish of him to look. After all, who else could it have been? No one else was told of the exact location of this room and he doubted Albus decided to pay him a visit so soon.

The teen's pointed nose wrinkled slightly at the sight of her as if she were an unwelcome bug. Ugh, and he'd be having to live with that for the rest of his life. "As if I had a choice to go anywhere else," he growled, gaze shifting from her to her cat. Damn ginger, little thing. He'd get his cat-hair all over Draco's pristine clothes and the beast would probably ruin the room, too. He wondered how long it would take for him to make one of the armrests into his personal scratchposts. He didn't like how the creature seemed to stare at him, either. As if it were better than him. Malfoy gave a small snort before nodding his head to her cat. "If you expect to keep that thing around here, you're crazy."

 

[Exelis]

She snorted, "You know, for how long you've seen Crooks in the dungeons of Slytherin, you'd think you'd be used to him by now." The cat whired his head up to his mistress. How did she know he went down there to hunt??? The cat sneezed before getting up onto the couch and curling up, he'd have to rethink on how he went about getting his meals from now on. Hermione's usually warm honey eyes looked at Draco, not quite as warm as they usually were. "You'd think since you chose me, Draco, that you could at least be civil instead of growling like a dog," she told him as she began looking around. It seemed that the room had been decorated in Griffindor red and Slytherin silver. Taking a color from each house. She sighed before going into the bedroom and freezing. Her eyes going wide, she squeeked in supprise. "There's only one bed!" A big nice one, but still... Just one! They hadn't even MARRIED yet. "Fe-Ma-ehh... Draco, I swear if you put them up to this, we WON'T be having ANY children in the first year," she said, glaring at him, not looking too happy.

 

[blueraccoon]

"He's never been in the common room," Draco replied, giving a roll of his eyes. "As if anyone would let that filth in," he added under his breath. He couldn't help but be bitter about the situation. Here he was, seventeen, and forced to marry the girl he had spent the past six years teasing and generally making her life a living hell. And with good reason- she had no right to be here, damn mudblood. Oh, great. She wasn't even his wife yet and she was already nagging at him. "Chose you?! To hell I did!" Malfoy spoke as if it were a crime to even suggest that he had a say in this, "It was all my parents' idea." He nearly said that his parents pulled strings to get the best mudblood for their son, but he realized that would be a compliment to her and he didn't want that.
The blonde scoffed when it dawned that there was only one bed. Malfoy crossed his arms, sinking further into the arm chair. "You talk as if I want you to bear my children," he growled. And the first year? As if he wanted a pregnant muggle-born wife to deal with on top of his school work. "I've got higher standards than that and I wouldn't let any child of mine have a drop of muggle blood in him."

 

[Exelis]

His parents??? Well, if that made more sense... She wasn't aware of it. When she heard his last words, she blanched. He didn't KNOW what the proposal his parents sent to her was... What the damned LAW was? "Great," she mumbled, not too happy about having to go to her purse and fish out the proposal she'd been sent. "I don't want your kids, but apparently your PARENTS do. And so does the Ministry. Every proposal has to include a time limit on when the first child has to be conceived. Your parents put that limit at one year, Draco." She pulled out the proposal, which more or less worked as a prenuptial agreement. The first part saying that should they part after the one year required marriage, if they chose to divorce, all things that had belonged to Malfoy, including gifts, were to be returned, and of course, visaversa. She had to haggle that one out by owl, not something that was easy when her parents had been trying to cut her off from the Wizarding world to try and save her the agony of marrying Draco. The second was about their concieving a child. The third was that since she was an only child with no male relatives to carry on the family name, she would be allowed to have one child with the family name Granger. Fifth was that she wouldn't keep her maiden name after the marriage, but would be allowed to take it back if they divorced. There were a number of other tid bits and clues that she didn't want to even remember at that point, handing him her own finalized copy.

((You can add any other little tidbits you want to the 'prenup))

 

[blueraccoon]

Of course, Draco knew what the law was: All pure-bloods had to marry muggle-borns. However, his parents chose not to enlighten him on the finer details of the arrangement. He reached his slender hand out to grasp the paper she brandished in front of him, eyebrows knitting together as he read the text. Draco didn't bother reading past the time limit in which they had to conceive their first child. The slytherin crumpled up the paper, tossing it to the ground as he stood up abruptly. "Rubbish. Utter rubbish!" Malfoy shook his head at the thought of having to be in bed with her. Sleep with her. Have a goddamn child and raise it with her.
"I'm only seventeen," he snapped, eyes narrowing at her. Draco knew that he was blaming the messenger and not the culprit, but it made no difference. She was just as bad as the rest of them for not putting up more of a fight against the arrangement. "I don't want to be a father by eightteen- least of all, as your husband. The ministry can't just force a kid on us." There was a short pause where he managed to regain his temper, somewhat. "You must have read dozens of history books. Surely, there's a law against this!"

 

[Exelis]

"Acio paper," she said as soon as he threw it down, muttering another charm to get the wrinkles out before she folded it up and put it on the coffee table. "I've allready gone through all the books that I could over the summer and while haggling over the agreement. The law has actually technically been in effect for over two hundred years, they only just now passed another law that stated it was to be enforced. Trust me, we're lucky we have a year. You wa-I mean your parents wanted me to cast a conception charm on our marriage night. This is the final agreement, so we've got six months to tie the knot by the law and another year to get pregnant. All we have to do is wait till graduation, maybe a few more months so we can get settled into whatever the hell we're doing after graduation and then I can cast the conception charm. We'll have to... Do something on our marriage night, according to paragraph six, but other than that we don't have to touch each other. I'm already looking up conception spells and potions that don't need the actual act of conception," she told him, unlike him remaining calm. She could see he was only more recently told about their engagement, while she'd had since the beginning of summer to come to terms with it and try to get the best deal out of it she could. She only had to have one child in the damned agreement, and there wasn't any clause saying that the child couldn't be her Granger, so she planned on doing that and as soon as their year of enforced marriage was up, getting the hell away from him - with her child, Malfoy blood or not it WAS going to be her child - and going about as if nothing had happened and that everything, except for her baby was just a bad dream. What the hell else could it have been to her? Her and Draco? Calling it a bad dream was being nice. She sighed, "Listen, I'm tired of being yelled at, if you want to yell at anyone, yell at your parents. I haggled over this damned agreement for what I thought was best for it, and they fought for what they thought was... I dunno, I guess funny, because that is all the bloody hell I can figure. I'm going to wash up and go get myself some dinner." She walked to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door as all she would be doing was washing her face and fixing her hair. She washed her hands and then looking for the drawers, found her hairpins and then went back to look at the mirror to pin back any wayward strand back underneath her headband. She washed her face with some water then, drying off with a towel before washing up her hands. "By the way, you might want to look at paragraph seven," she called to him, "Apparently your parents didn't want either of us sleeping around. I hope you like your hand." His parents had insisted that the two of them not have any relations with others during their enforced time together. "I'm sure Pansy Parkinson will miss you," she said, stepping out of the bathroom, intending to head out to get some supper in her belly.

 

[blueraccoon]

Draco was livid. His cheeks blushed a furious red, probably the most color his face had in ages. The embarassed blush he had after being transfigured into a ferret was nothing compared to this. He felt like some rabbit, forced to breed for the sake of offspring. There were enough wizards and witches in the world, why pollute the gene pool?
However, the thought of using magic to aid conception didn't seem to sit well with Malfoy. Draco was many things- he was self-centered, arrogant, a downright arse, and mean... but he still had his own morals, as strange as the thought seemed and using magic on an unborn wasn't the way he liked to go. "No," he said firmly, lips pressed in a thin line. "It's too risky and even a teacher's pet like you can't make something like that foolproof." By his tone, Draco made certain that he got the point across- he wasn't going to bend on this. "The side effects in the long run could be damaging and no kid of mine is going to end up with any sort of impairment because of a decision made before he was even born."
Malfoy fell silent when she disappeared into the bathroom. There was no way he was going to let her keep the kid if and when they divorced. He wasn't going to let any child with Malfoy blood in his veins be raised by a muggle-born. The teen cringed at the thought of having to concept a child with Granger- but there was no way that he was going to let magic have any part in it.
"Pansy can wait a year, she's devoted to me," Draco growled, bristling as yet another rule was slammed in his face. "You better hope that Weasley is still willing to take you back. Who knows, maybe after a year, he'll find someone actually worth while." A smirk crossed his features, finally able to see a bit of light in the situation. "Imagine how pissed he'll be when he finds out that I was able to get with his girl before he did?" Anything to piss her off- she had annoyed him so much, already.

 

[Exelis]

"Ron and I broke up after the final battle. It seems he wanted as many children as his parents had, and he wanted them straight off. He offered to marry me because of the law, but when your proposal came up I told him to go after a girl I knew he had a crush on. I thought the offer was a joke and would be revoked the moment it was even hinted that I'd accept. Little did I know you didn't have a word to say about it," she snorted before glaring at him, "And if you think I'm going to touch you any more than necessary by the contract you're mad. If you're so against charms then we can just do it the muggle way and find a fertility doctor that will perform an artificial insemination." She wondered idly if he'd know what that even was, the wizards of pure blood seemingly so incompetent when it came to Muggle terminology. "And as far as I'm concerned the child won't be yours, as soon as we get divorced I'm taking my baby and getting the hell away from England and the damned idiots that run it's Wizard community. If the Ministry hadn't been so focused on separating magic from the rest of the world the war wouldn't have happened in the first place." She was thinking about taking the child to the States. At least there Muggleborns were for the most part seen as equal, and the Muggle and magic world there wasn't quite so different. "I'm going to go eat," she said, walking to the portrait door and intending to leave.

 

[blueraccoon]

The teen couldn't help but give a small snort at what she said. "I'm surprised you didn't take up the little weasel's offer. You two were all over each other, someone would need a crowbar to push you apart." Ugh. And to think, if Hermione didn't take the whole damn thing as a joke, they both would have been in a much better situation at this point. Draco maybe could have gotten a mudblood that was somewhat tolerable, instead of this insufferable know-it-all.
"I'm not using any of your disgusting muggle ways of conception either," he retorted, wrinkling his nose as if repulsed by the thought. Of course, that didn't make actually having to have sex with Hermione any more appealing- the mere thought still made Draco want to vomit. However, he wasn't going to have any sort of unnatural force take part in his child's birth. "He may have your dirty blood in him, but he's still got Malfoy blood and I wouldn't stoop so low to use muggle methods."
And what? Keep him? A small growl rumbled in his throat at the thought. He stepped in front of the door, blocking her exit and he crossed his arms. "I'm keeping the kid. Whether you like it not, it'll still be mine. I've got the money to support him and even if you do end up qualifying to be able to take care of it, my parents can pull strings."

 

[Exelis]

"Not if I use muggle courts which will favor me, the mother, Malfoy," she countered before leaving, if he thought he was going to take her baby he had another thing coming! She walked into the hallways and quickly made her way to the mess hall. Only to be stunned at what she saw. Opposite the teachers table at the beginning of the hall, was a new table, with double seats... And each one had names inscribed on them. No. No. NO! "What the bloody hell! I have to stand him in the same commonroom and now I have to stand him during meals," she exclaimed, putting two and two together even before she saw the seat with her and Draco's names. She couldn't help but glare at Dumbledore who was looking at her with that damnable twinkle in his eye. It took everything in her not to flip him the bird. Maybe if she hurried and ate, she thought, walking to her seat and sitting down. Unlike the rest of the tables, the seats to the couple's tables were padded and comfortable. One could actually enjoy and recline on them, she noted, seeing a pair of Ravenclaws quite smitten with each other and snuggling in their seat. Currently, the thought of snuggling with Malfoy almost made her loose her appetite. If she had had lunch, it would have been decimated. Yes, she thought, he could be handsome, but he was a downright git and his family was despicable for tricking her. Yes, she knew it was her own fault for thinking it a joke, but damn it all, WHY WOULD SHE HAVE THOUGHT IT REAL??? She huffed, stabbing a piece of broccoli with her fork. Maybe she'd look through the history books again. They did have till Chistmas break to brush the law away if it were possible.