Hermione's POV

I'm in divination and today we're going to be looking into our futures. Like I want to spoil that for myself, not. I want my future to remain a surprise, but sadly that won't happen. "Okay class, to see your future, place each one of your hands on each side of the glass ball in front of you," Professor Trelawney announces. I do as told, putting my hands on either side of the glass ball. Ron, who's across from me, is asleep. "Ron! Wake up!" I yell. He wakes up, startled. "Bloody hell, what's going on?" He asks. "You're in divination and you need to put your hands on either side of the glass ball in front of you so you can see your future," I explain, rolling my eyes. "But I don't want to see my future," he complains. "I don't either, but you have to," I respond. "Oh, alright," he says, nodding, as he places his hands on the ball in front of him. "Now, little clips from your future will randomly show up, they will be pretty short, maximum of ten seconds long, minimum of three seconds, also, they will leave you on a cliffhanger, mostly, so it doesn't completely spoil your future, pay close attention to them," Professor Trelawney explains. I nod and turn my attention to the glass ball in front of me. The first image is me kissing someone, but it's impossible to tell who, I can only see their head, and unfortunately, they're wearing a hat. I look up from my ball and look around the room, wondering if it could be someone in this room. I look back down to my ball and see me in a white dress, a wedding dress, walking down the aisle, to my future husband. I'm almost to my future husband when the image disappears. Damn it, I wish it didn't leave me on a cliffhanger. I really want to know who my future husband is. The next image is me hugging a little girl with bleach blonde hair, my daughter maybe? How could she have bleach blonde hair? I'd have to marry someone with that hair color to make that possible. And the only person I can think of with that hair color is Draco, Draco Malfoy. But I would never love him, let alone become friends with him. It has to be someone else, maybe someone I haven't met yet. I wait eagerly for the last image to show up. It's a picture frame on a wall, but it's too far away for me to tell what the picture is. It zooms into the picture, allowing me to see me and my future family, which consists of my two children, a little boy with brown hair and a little girl with bleach blonde hair. It finally goes up to me, and my future husband, who has bleach blonde hair and unmistakably recognizable grey eyes, it is, in fact, Draco Malfoy. I gasp, continuing to look at a smiling Malfoy family, my future family. I look up from my ball once the image disappears and I turn around to look at Draco. He's looking at me also, obviously, because he probably just saw images similar to mine. He smirks and shrugs, as if what we both just saw was nothing. I roll my eyes and turn back around to find a worried looking Ron. "What is it? What did you see?" He asks eagerly. "Why are you asking?" I ask curiously. "Because I heard you gasp," he mentions. Oh right, I forgot I did that. "It's nothing," I say. "It sure didn't seem like nothing, I've never heard you gasp like that before," Ron replies. I sigh, there's only one way I can get out of this. "It doesn't matter, now leave me alone!" I yell as I push my glass ball onto the floor and run out of the classroom. I sit down on the steps near the classroom and the ball stops on the step in front of me. I decide to look into it, even though it probably won't show me anything interesting. I notice that it's now acting like a mirror, showing me my upset face. I continue to look at it, out of boredom. I then notice a face above my shoulder, meaning that they're standing behind me. It's Draco, what does he want? He sits down next to me, making himself comfortable. "What do you want?" I ask, refusing to look at him or the ball. "To say I'm sorry," he answers. "Sorry for what?" I ask. "Sorry that we end up together," he says. I finally give in and look at him. "You don't have to be sorry, you nor I can control the future, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me," I reply. "What do you have to be sorry for?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "For running out of the class like that, for being upset about you being my future husband," I say, starting to cry, heaven knows why. "No, no, it's okay, I understand why you'd be upset about it, and please, don't cry," he says, slowly wrapping an arm around me. "I'm trying not to, I don't even know why I'm crying," I reply honestly, while wipping some of my tears with one of my sleeves. "Maybe it's because you do have feelings for me," he suggests, smirking. "Oh, shut up," I say, lightly hitting him on the arm. "You know you love me," he continues. "Oh fine, I do love you, my future husband," I reply, smiling and giggling at the same time. "And I love you, my future wife," he responds, smiling for the first time. Then he grabs my chin and pulls my face closer to his. "I have loved you for quite a while, Hermione, if you didn't know," he whispers since our faces are so close. "I didn't know," I reply quietly. "See, you're not the cleverest witch, since you didn't know that," he whispers, smirking. "Oh, shut up," I say, giggling. "Okay, I'll shut us both up," he replies as he kisses me. I feel myself blush. I kiss back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wraps his around my waist. "So that's what that gasp was about," Ron interrupts. We pull away from each other, not wanting to, and look at him, clearly annoyed. "Hush your mouth," I say. "Whatever, but I'm going to leave now, so you know, you two can do your thing. I'm warning you though, don't go making babies while I'm gone," he says as he leaves. "Can't keep any promises," I joke, turning to look back at a laughing Draco. "Oh, just stop laughing and kiss me," I say demandingly. His laugh disappears and a smirk takes its place as he leans in and kisses me, again. I don't mind, I could honestly live in this moment forever. I'm proud to say that he is my future husband.

Draco's POV

I'm in divination, and today we're going to be seeing our future. Like I want to do that. I honestly could care less, because my future will probably be terrible. There's definately no way that I'm going to end up with my crush. Because afterall, she is my enemy. Yep, Hermione Granger, I recently realized that I only tease her because I like her, because I can't think of any other way to express my feelings for her. "Okay class, to see your future, place each one of your hands on each side of the glass ball in front of you," Professor Trelawney announces. I roll my eyes and do what was instructed. "Now, little clips from your future will randomly show up, they will be pretty short, maximum of tens seconds long, minimum of three seconds, also, they will leave you on a cliffhanger, mostly, so it doesn't completely spoil your future, pay close attention to them," Professor Trelawney continues. I look down at my glass ball, surprisingly eager to see what it will show me. The first image is of me kissing someone, someone with brown curly hair. Mmh, who do I know that has brown curly hair? Hermione. But I hardly doubt that the girl I'm kissing is her. I take a quick glance of Hermione, and then look back at my ball. The next image appears, and it's of me, watching a girl in a lovely white wedding dress walk down the aisle towards me. It's impossible to tell who the mysterious lady is though, because her veil is covering her face. Then another images appears, and it's of me hugging a little boy with brown hair. My future son, probably. Oh, this is actually killing me, I really want to know who my future wife is. I stare desperately at the ball, hoping for answers of who my wife will be. A picture frame appears, but I can't tell what it is a picture of. It gets closer to the picture, revealing two children, mine, I'm guessing. One is a boy with brown hair, the one I saw in the previous image, I'm assuming, and the other, a girl with bleach blonde hair, like me. I readjust in my seat, eager to see who else is in the picture besides myself. It shows a smiling me, standing next to, what looks like a smiling Hermione. Could this be right?! Could I really end up marrying Hermione Granger?! I decide to look at Hermione, hoping that she'll give me a sign saying that she saw images similar to mine. I stare at her intensely until she turns around and looks at me. I feel myself blush but I smirk and shrug in attempt to cover it up. I think I notice her roll her eyes just before she turns back around. I continue looking in her direction, watching her have a conversation with Ron. I wonder what the Weaselbee wants. I start to daydream until I see Hermione knock her glass ball off of the table as she storms out of the room. I ponder for a minute, wondering what I should do. Should I go talk to her? I don't know, I want to. You know what, I will! I stand up quietly, as if not to disturb the teacher, and sneak out of the room, to go hunting for Hermione. I find her pretty quickly and I stand behind her. I wait for a moment before sitting down next to her. I make myself comfortable, getting ready for a long conversation. I notice her glass ball on the step ahead of us, but I don't bother to touch it. "What do you want?" She asks, staring somewhere into space. "To say I'm sorry," I answer, feeling a sudden urge to apologize. "Sorry for what?" She asks, still refusing to look at me. I don't really know what to be sorry for. But she's probably upset about us ending up together, so I'll apologize for that. "Sorry that we end up together," I say. She finally looks at me. "You don't have to be sorry, you nor I can control the future, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me," she replies. "What do you have to be sorry for?" I ask, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "For running out of the class like that, for being upset about you being my future husband," she says, tears starting to stream down her face. "No, no, it's okay, I understand why you'd be upset about it, and please, don't cry," I reply, trying to comfort her. And also to try to get her to stop crying because it kills me to see her cry. I hesitantly put an arm around her. She accepts it, or, at least, doesn't mind it. "I'm trying not to, I don't even know why I'm crying," she replies honestly, wipping some of her tears with one of her sleeves. I get an idea. "Maybe it's because you do have feelings for me," I say, smirking. "Oh, shut up," she replies, lightly hitting my arm. Plan failed, time to try again. "You know you love me," I say. "Oh fine, I do love you, my future husband," she replies, smiling and giggling. "And I love you, my future wife," I reply, smiling my first real smile. I decide to grab her chin and pull her face closer to mine. "I have loved you for quite a while, Hermione, if you didn't know," I whisper, since there's no need to talk loudly. "I didn't know," she replies quietly. "See, you're not the cleverest witch, since you didn't know that," I whisper, smirking. "Oh, shut up," She says, giggling. "Okay, I'll shut us both up," I reply as I kiss her. I start to blush. She kisses back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist. "So that's what that gasp was about," Ron interrupts. We pull away from each other, not wanting to, and look at him, clearly annoyed. "Hush your mouth," Hermione says. "Whatever, but I'm going to leave now, so you know, you two can do your thing. I'm warning you though, don't go making babies while I'm gone," he says as he leaves. "Can't keep any promises," She jokes, turning to look back at me, who's laughing. "Oh, just stop laughing and kiss me," She says demandingly. My laugh disappears and a smirk takes its place as I lean in and kiss her. I love this so much. I could honestly live in this moment forever. I'm proud to say that she is my future wife.