Copyright: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. All those rights belong to the amazing Ms. Rowling, who is kind enough to allow us to write these fanfics. This story however, is one of my creation.

A/N: I have chosen to keep several characters, such as Dumbledore and Fred Weasley alive for the purposes of this story. This is my first fanfiction, so no flame please.

Chapter 1

Hermione frowned as she stared at the letter before her. What could Dumbledore want with her? He had to be busy right now; the war barely ended a few months back. And it would be a lie to say that she had a lot of free time. Every second she was up, she was always at St. Mungo's treating those that the war had left injured in some sort of way.

The letter said it wanted her there for 10 am, which left her about half an hour to get ready. "Well might as well get out of bed," she thought sulkily. It was her first day off in Merlin knows how long. She was planning to go shopping with Ginny and then enjoy dinner with her and Harry at the Weasley's afterwards. She was thankful that Ron wouldn't be there. Hermione wasn't ready to see him again. Not after what he had done.

She got out of bed and once again observed herself in the full length mirror that was right across the room. The war had left her different, changed. Before she was a bushy haired girl, who could barely fit into her own skin; but now, even though she was only a few months older, the maturity was visible. Her bushy hair simplified into bouncy curls, and her stick like figure gained curves in all the right places. Mrs. Weasley made sure of that.

As Hermione walked around her flat after her shower, gathering things, she took time to stare at a picture of her, Ron and Harry. It had been taken just after 6th year. Before the war. She couldn't believe how happy she was with Ron back then. How wrong she had been.

She let out a sigh before stepping into the fireplace of her tiny haven. "Dumbledore's office," she muttered. Nothing happened. Hermione sighed, that meant someone else would be there as well. Hopefully it would be someone agreeable. She glanced at the clock and saw the time, 9:55, well at least she wouldn't be late. She grabbed a bit more flow powder and once again said the same few words she had just spoken.

She got out of the fireplace and wiped herself down. She never would get used to these magical types of transportation. Hermione wasn't quite sure which one she hated more, apparation, flowing, or flying. To her, none of them were her favourite, especially the last one.

"Hello Ms. Granger," a friendly voice greeted. Hermione smiled as she looked into the eyes of her beloved Headmaster.

Hermione opened her mouth to greet him back, when she found herself staring into the grey eyes of a certain blonde she had grown to hate.

"What is he doing here."

~DM&HG~

Draco turned around at the sound of her voice and frowned. He wasn't expecting for there to be someone else here. When he received the note from Dumbledore asking him to meet him in his office, he had assumed it was so they could discuss how they were going to announce to the public that he was not indeed a Death Eater, as he had lead so many to believe, but in fact, a spy for the Order.

Many people did not know about Draco's double role, which is what made it so difficult for him right now. They all thought that he and his mother belonged in Azkaban with his father. Dumbledore was vouching for him, but honestly, Draco wasn't sure just how long that would be able to hold up for. Which is why Draco assumed he would be here alone today.

He looked at the brunette who had just flowed into the room. Merlin's beard. Was that Granger? He hadn't seen her since the final battle. Last he heard, she was engaged to the weasel and spending all her time at the hospital treating those that the war had affected.

"Please have a seat next to Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore was saying as he escorted her over to sit beside him. Draco noticed how other than their initial eye contact, she had not looked over at him once.

He wasn't sure why exactly that bothered him. But for some reason he found that it annoyed him. It wasn't because of her blood, as one would assume. Draco never actually completely believed in blood purity. All those words were once that he was merely reciting; the words that his father had spent hours embedding into his head.

"Now Draco, Hermione," he said, addressing them both. "You may have wondered why I have called you here today."

Hermione fidgeted in her seat, trying hard not to look over at him

"While the war may have ended some months back, there is still a great deal of confusion. There may not be anything left to fear, but the gap between the wizard world has never been so large. Between the purebloods and the muggleborns, and those who were classified as light and dark, and the Ministry of Magic is afraid that the world will never be able to converge together after this. That is why they have come to me to ask for assistance. You see, I feel that the best way to get the world to come back together as one, would be if there was a little unity between the two sides," Dumbledore said, pausing.

"So what does that have to do with the two of us?" Draco asked. He didn't know where exactly this was going, but he feared that he would not like to know the answer.

"I want the two of you to get married."

A/N: I'm sorry if it's bad, please review so I can improve :)