He'd looked up the Enguesis ceremony in the Malfoy library earlier this week after returning from Gringotts, and had discovered an amazing leeway in how the Vow was spoken – which made perfect sense, as each party entering into it would have their own conditions and requirements to bring to bear into the marriage. He'd sat down that very night and carefully drafted up what they would say to each other at this moment (after all, the Vow was very specific and literal, so he'd had to word things just so to prevent one of them from accidentally being struck dead). He'd then memorized the oath, which he spoke now in a clear, concise manner: "I, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, Vow on my power as a Wizard to be your husband, Hermione Granger - in name and in body, and to faithfully endeavor to protect you and any children we may bear from harm all the days of my life. This I so solemnly swear." A white myst wove out of the tip of his wand, curled down the length of hers, and twined about their clasped hands. He looked up to see Granger biting her lip, to top of which was coated with a sheen of light perspiration, despite the chill. Her sienna-colored eyes were wide and her pupils dilated in real, unadulterated fear, with too much white showing. Her breathing had accelerated, and against his thumb, he could feel her pulse slamming through her veins. For just a second, Draco felt guilty for forcing himself on her. It wasn't enough of a feeling to make him set her free – no, definitely not that. He'd waited too long for her, and like Blaise, he'd determined that they were in this now together, to the bitter end. But the pang in his heart told him that she didn't really want this, that she wouldn't be standing her doing this now if she didn't need the information he could provide, and that caused him some small measure of pain.A scene from RZZMG's HP fanfiction Three, where Hermione and Draco have taken their Marriage Vow.Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are characters from JK Rowling's Harry Potter.