Betrothed. The word bounced around Draco's consciousness like a volleyball. Hermione Malfoy. Hermione Jacqueline Malfoy. She would be mine. Weasley wouldn't be able to touch her if she was magically bound to me as my wife. He looked up at her tear streaked, pink face to see her mouthing his last name - No, their last name if he won. Draco smiled at her and his head tilted to the side. "You can call me by my first name... Hermione." He was giddy with the rush that came with the ability to call her by her first name in front of her. Hermione looked as if she was going to puke again before she shook her head "no." Oh, she doesn't understand how good she would have it.