A/N: The Harry Potter universe as well as all the characters, belong to the brilliant JK Rowling. However, I just love shipping Harry and Hermione so, I decided to play around the story and write alternate realities. I know I promised to write more for All Because of You but I'm still confused on how to go about the plot.
For those who recently read Seducing Hermione, I hope you enjoy this one too.
This is actually my take on the marriage law trope, with a twist.
THE POTTER BRIDE
By: tweety-src-clt9
CHAPTER ONE
"Let me go, you bloody bastards!", a blindfolded Hermione Granger shouted in anger as she tossed and turned in the wooden stool, she was sitting in. She was kicking her legs in the hopes that she can hit whoever it was that kidnapped her from her bookshop and law office.
"Well, well, well, always feisty as ever, Granger!", she heard a voice that was oddly familiar.
"Remove my blindfold you bloody coward and look me in the eye like a real man!", she demanded. She felt someone carefully lift the blindfold from her head. She opened her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Malfoy! You death eater scum! Why did you take me!", she growled.
"My, my! How offensive. Let me tell you Granger that I no longer work for the death eaters. Hell! I wasn't even successful as one anyway. Besides, I work for the ministry of magic now", the blonde ferret smirked.
"Well, ministry of magic or not, why the hell did you kidnap me, you bloody ferret!", she tried her best to kick her childhood nemesis but her legs were too far away. Draco Malfoy just chuckled at her antics.
"You see Granger, the British ministry of magic, in cooperation with the Australian ministry, and of course the International Confederation of Wizards, want you to fulfill the prophecy. And since you didn't respond to our kind invitations, we had to take you by force!", Draco explained in that calm annoying voice of his.
"What the fuck are you talking about Malfoy? What prophecy? I demand -"
"There is a prophecy, Granger. Well, 4 prophecies actually. And all of them involve you!", Draco interrupted.
"You seem to have me confused for the Boy Who Lived. Prophecy, my arse. Besides, I don't believe in all that Divination bullshit!", she snarled.
"Merlin, Granger! I can't seem to recall you ever having a potty mouth. What ever happened to the little bushy-haired prim and proper know-it-all?", Draco said teasingly.
"Well, let's just say that being kidnapped makes one really angry", she said sarcastically.
"Alright, I'll let you go and I'll explain about the prophecies to you. But you have to calm down. This is really important, Granger", Draco Malfoy said in all seriousness.
"Fine", she took a deep breath to calm herself. When the ropes behind her were removed by one of her kidnappers, she tried to fight the man but immediately, two men gently took a hold of her arms and carefully led her to a seat behind a desk.
"We're not going to hurt you Granger, I promise. I am only doing this as a mission", Draco Malfoy took the seat across from her and showed her his auror badge. Okay, so the ferret is apparently telling the truth.
"Explain, Malfoy. I don't want to hear about the specifics of these four prophecies yet because I assume that it basically talks about the same thing or something along those lines. Just bloody tell me what the gist is all about!", she demanded in a much calmer voice this time.
"A few days after you left Britain, there was a prophecy about you made by Professor Trelawney. A few months after that first prophecy, another came this time from a goblin. Gringotts informed the ministry as soon as they heard it because this prophecy affects the entire existence of magic. A year later, an elder of a clan of house elves also had another prophecy. After some investigation by the unspeakables at the Department of Mysteries, they unearthed an ancient prophecy that existed at the time of the founders of Hogwarts", Draco started his explanation.
"Well I am grateful for the background, but just get on with it. I don't have time for all this nonsense. Just tell me what is my supposed involvement of these prophecies that magical governments all over the world conspired to kidnap me", she huffed in annoyance.
"Basically, the prophecies state that your womb shall bear the bloodline that will save the existence of magic when an unperceived threat to its entire existence comes", Draco replied.
"That just doesn't make sense. Because one, I'm not dating anyone and have no plans of bearing children soon. And two, I'm just an uppity mudblood remember? Why should I bear the bloodline of the savior of magic or whatever crap you are suggesting! Besides, prophecies can be interpreted in so many ways", she scoffed.
"Actually, there is more to the prophecy. It states that you must bear Harry Potter's baby because the merging of your bloodline shall give birth to the savior of magic", Draco added.
"Excuse me! Bear Harry Potter's baby? That's rich! You lot are out of your mind!", she said angrily.
"No Granger, I am really serious. The future of the entire magical world lies in the children born of you and Harry Potter", he insisted.
"Look! I haven't ever welcomed any particular notion of being somebody else's babymaker or mistress or whatever it is. If the prophecy states that it's Harry Potter's loins, then surely, it's his problem and that of his wife!", she crossed her arms in exasperation.
"Ah, but Granger, Harry Potter is not married", Malfoy said with a smirk.
"So? Who cares if he's married or not! Just let me get out of here and leave me alone. I'm done with the wizarding world! Hell! I haven't even used any magic for six years! I am a muggle and I am proud of it!", she said with her chin up. How dare these bastards just demand me to fulfill a stupid prophecy! How dare they demand something of someone they have always ridiculed! Have I not suffered and sacrificed enough from that bloody war?
"Yes, you are a muggle but you Hermione Jean Granger are the brightest witch of the age. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, magic runs through your very veins. I know how horrible the wizarding world was for your Granger, but you are our only hope. We are talking about an entire race of magical humans and magical creatures in danger of extinction here. Please, Hermione. I and the rest of the magical community beg you!", Draco pleaded. She was astounded. She could never imagine Draco Malfoy to beg someone especially her!
"Look, Malfoy. The prophecy is wrong. Trust me, you all are looking at this in just a one-sided angle. While I believe you are right that Harry is the one from the prophecy, I can highly assure you that I am the last woman in the world who could ever be the other person of the prophecy", she explained.
"How certain are you of that? You haven't even heard the actual words of the prophecy?", he challenged.
"Look I just know okay! You are talking about merging of bloodlines for fuck sake! And there is absolutely no bloody way for Harry and I to ever go about any mixing of bloodlines whatsoever!", she was adamant in her claims.
"So, you think that the prophecy is not about you because you can't imagine yourself sleeping with Potter?", Draco chuckled.
"Well, mixing bloodlines imply sex, Malfoy. And Harry and I don't see each other like that", she explained.
"Oh, don't be so confident, Granger", he said with a smirk and she just rolled her eyes.
"Now that we've had this talk, when will you let me go?", she sighed. I should have answered those bloody letters from the ministry!
"My team and I will be bringing you to Britain, Granger. As the Potter Bride, the wedding must be arranged as soon as possible and so that you can know more about the details of the prophecies!"
"Potter Bride?! No! This craziness has gone far enough! I'm going!", she stood up and tried to run away.
"I'm really sorry about this, Granger!", that was the last thing she heard before she lost all consciousness.
Hermione woke up in a luxurious chamber on an opulent four poster bed with silk sheets. She gasped when she saw herself dressed in a red translucent silk chemise with only her black cotton knickers underneath. Where the hell am I? And what happened to me?
As she scrambled through her memories before opening her eyes to this grand room, she remembered. Malfoy. Prophecy. Potter Bride.
"Shit!", her hands were clasped in a tight fist as she controlled her temper. I am so going to kill you, ferret!
Hermione tried to look around the room for any sort of cover up since she was just wearing very revealing sleepwear. After ten minutes of searching, she gave up and decided to make her way outside the room to look for clues as to where she is. I am definitely not at Malfoy Manor! Thank Merlin, she thought as she walked around the halls. While this place is even grander than the blonde ferret's home, it does not have any resemblance to the darkness and evil that seemed to lurk Malfoy Manor. In fact, this place gives off a warm, homey, and comfortable feeling. She decided to open one of the elaborately decorated doors that she passed by and almost squealed in delight that it was a huge library filled with thousands of books. Wow! Where is this place? Did that ferret kill me and am I now in heaven?
She walked around the library just running her hands along the rows and rows of books as she tried to look for clues as to where she is. In one corner, she came to a stop as there was another door. This door was made of oak and it had some sort of crest in the middle. The crest features a griffin, a sword, and a rose.
"Quam beni vivas refert non quam diu", she whispered the phrase below the crest. It is how well you live that matters, not how long. Hermione was startled when the door suddenly opened and she bumped into a half-naked, tall, and well-built man who was reading a book. Since he wasn't looking at her and she was surprised that the door opened, they both fell with the man on top of her.
"Ouch!", she said as her head hit the carpeted floor. She opened her eyes to push the clumsy man off of her when she gasped and then gulped. She was looking into the emerald green eyes of Harry James Potter!