Chapter One

The Awkwardness Begins

A/N: I really love this story idea, and I think you might, too. This time I didn't pick my usual pairing, but I love it anyway! Okaly-dokaly, here it goes…

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Hermione Granger looked around the empty common room. She was sitting at her usual table, piled high with books, forming a high wall between her and the only other living creature in the room: Harry. Hermione looked at her best friend. His eyes were half closed and his eyebrows furrowed - his usual concentrated look. Hermione set down her quill and rolled up her finished parchment.

She shifted some of the books between them so that they could see each other. Hermione took a deep breath.

"Harry?" she said. He looked up at her.

"Yeah?"

Hermione wrung her hands and stared at Harry's loosened tie.

"You know Voldemort's back and all…"

Harry smirked and put down his quill. He rested his elbows on the table.

"Yeah."

"Well, I was just thinking…" Her voice trailed off. Her eyes darted around the room as she searched for the words. "Well, you know… when two people are friends, and one's a girl and one's a boy… they make a - a pact… that if they're both single by a certain time, they'll - "

"Kill each other?"

Hermione laughed and shook her head.

"No," she said. "Marry each other."

Harry blinked.

"Oh."

Hermione turned bright red.

"So I was just thinking that, well, I don't want to die alone… And Dumbledore says that the Great War will start in about ten years… So we should…"

Harry's eyebrows shot up.

"You think we should marry each other?" Hermione blushed even harder.

"Well, yeah… I know we're only sixteen, and it's kind of stupid to think about marriage and all, but… yeah."

Harry stared at the floor for what seemed like a long time in the dreadful silence, staring at the floor, biting his lower lip. After what seemed an eternity to Hermione, he finally looked up at her.

"Deal."

Hermione turned even redder, if that was possible.

"And you're serious?" she asked. This time it was Harry's turn to turn pink.

"Why—weren't you?"

"Well, yeah…"

Harry ran his hand through his hair.

"Then that's settled… if we're still single - "

"- by the time the war begins - "

" - we marry each other."

They both nodded.

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"Now you sign here," Hermione said, pointing to the blank line next to her own signature.

"Hell, you were really serious about this, weren't you Hermione."

Hermione smiled to herself.

"Oh, how could you tell?"

"The contract written in blood."

Hermione smiled across the table at Harry.

"Just pig's blood from the student potions cabinet. It binds us to our promise, so you can't call it off. Now sign."

"Okay, okay."

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Hermione stared up at the ceiling for a long time. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't go to sleep. She couldn't stop smiling.

I can't believe I did this… I might marry Harry Potter, she thought. I'll be Mrs. Hermione Potter… Perhaps…

She closed her eyes and laughed softly to herself.

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A/N:

Hope u liked the first chapter. This is an edited version of a fanfic I have on another penname, but I'm deleting it from that one since I never use that one anymore. Ok then. Time 2 upload next chapter.

btw, REVIEW OR ELSE!!