A Wizard's Debt
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
42
Views:
39,548
Reviews:
228
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Severus
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warning: this chapter contains a marriage between people of the same gender – the scene may cause offence to some people. Though the M/M warning should have put anyone off who didn’t like homosexual plot devices; but I’m just covering my own back.
Don’t like; don’t read anything between the rows of *****.
I’d like to point out the above warning does not reflect my personal opinion; I don’t care who you love, whatever happens between two consenting adults is no concern but their own.
Now I’ve said that – I need to go grab my hat and confetti.
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Severus
It took me calling in many favours, a little begging and a fair bit of blackmail (which I was rather proud of, even if I do say so myself), to guarantee Draco was actually able to wed his lover.
Guaranteeing exploitation of the loopholes was easy – implementing the plot was nigh impossible.
“Miss Granger, it pains me to say this – but I require your assistance in a matter of great importance.” I said, it was almost midnight, and still she sat traipsing through letters offering marriage.
“What is it?” she asked, sounding hopeful.
“A matter of discretion – I cannot tell you here – come to my office, the password is ‘clouds’.” I said moving away.
“Clouds?” she muttered, “I’d expected something different – though, I wouldn’t have guessed that.” She said, standing and moving to the Headmaster’s office.
Now, just to find Draco and his love…
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“Miss Granger – I am going to ask you to witness a marriage in half-an-hour’s time, and to be the secret keeper for the couple.” I said bluntly, begrudgingly packing a few choice potions into a bag for them.
“Oh, that’s fine. I have the dress I wore for Bill and Fleur’s wedding in this bag somewhere. I can make an effort for them… whoever ‘they’ are.” She said.
“Indeed.” We will floo to the place they will be living, and apperate to the temple where the wedding will take place.” I said, pausing as the door opened into the circular room.
“Sorry I am late, uncle Sev – Mother was hard to avoid.” Said Draco gasping for breath after his sprint to the Head Master’s chamber.
“Hmm. Your Mother is not whom concerns me – you are aware your Father will go insane with rage at this union.” I warned.
“Yes – but following his orders almost landed me killed… I think its time I followed the lessons of my own conscience – and my own heart.” He said, sobering and calming. “Thanks for being part of this, Granger, Father and Mother would never suspect you as secret keeper – we’ll be safe for a while.
“I wish I knew more about this.” She said, looking between us, “But the walls have ears, and are prone to gossip.”
“We shall go.” I said moving to the fireplace and flooing to Spinner’s End.
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“Do you, Draco Aiolos Malfoy, hereby take Oliver Charles Wood as your Husband?” said the priest, my wand at his throat; he’d been most reluctant to perform the ceremony – even after all the blackmail.
“I do.” Draco said, his grey eyes not leaving Wood’s brown ones.
“Do you swear on your honour to love him, tend him in need, and stand beside him in all things?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Oliver Charles Wood, hereby take Draco Aiolos Malfoy as your Husband?” he gasped, closing his eyes and clutching his hand to his heart and offering a whispered prayer to Mother Nature, begging forgiveness for marrying two men.
“Continue to snivel and whimper and you’ll find yourself dead.” I warned, jabbing my wand further into his neck.
“I do.” Oliver said, grinning.
“Do you swear on your honour to love him, tend him in need, and stand beside him in all things?”
“I do.” The smile never left the Quidditch player’s face as he gently pushed the simple gold band onto Draco’s wedding finger. There hadn’t been time to organise anything more to the couple’s taste. Wood looked utterly ecstatic as a trembling Draco did the same to him.
“Do the witnesses here present agree to watch over their union and agree to it?” whimpered the priest, turning pale and swaying on his feet.
“We witness it, and agree.” Miss Granger and myself chorused.
“I pronounce you husband and… I now pronounce you married? You may kiss… erm… you may kiss the…?”
“Say ‘the bride’ and you will die.” Grumbled Oliver, gently pulling the blonde closer, and kissing him with tenderness.
Miss Granger smiled at the threat, obliviating the priest and sending him on his oblivious way back to bed. The paperwork required was all signed, and vanished of its own accord to be filed at the Ministry. I tucked the veritasserum back into my sleeve, with my wand.
“I never thought we’d be able to do this.” Draco whispered, tucking himself into the taller man’s arms.
“I never thought we’d marry in our pyjamas! But I knew we’d find a way.” Oliver said, noting Draco’s trembling and holding him as close as possible.
“It’s a wonder you’re wearing them! You hate sleeping with clothes on!” Draco chuckled nervously.
“It was cold.” Oliver said, running a calloused hand down the silk-covered back of his husband before leaning in for a passionate kiss.
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Miss Granger and I escorted the happy couple back to Spinners end – apperating in such an emotional state was a sure fire route to a splinching.
“Draco – this is for the both of you, as a wedding gift.” I said, handing my Godson the deeds to Spinners End. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. I had no doubt Draco would not be welcomed at Malfoy manor once Lucius heard the news.
“This is… this is.” He stuttered, putting his arms around me in a fierce hug.
“You both deserve somewhere to live out the rest of your days together – so, I hand over ownership.” I said, watching Oliver’s face as he read the parchment.
“Thank-you, sir.” Oliver said, shaking my hand and peeling Draco from me; bringing the smaller man back into his embrace.
“I am your secret keeper for as long as you wish – but I’d give it a fortnight before you come up for air – you deserve a honeymoon of some sort.” Miss Granger said, handing over the bag of various items to Oliver.
“Hmm… I didn’t think they made Rhubarb and custard flavoured lubricant…” Oliver said withdrawing one of the jars.
“The flavouring was accidental.” I said, placing my head in my hands. Honestly, I have no idea where the flavour came from! But I guess Draco’s sweet tooth may approve… oh that thought went down a route I don’t want to imagine. I did not need the image of my Godson doing…
“Good luck to you both – all the best.” Miss Granger said, hugging them both before flooing back to my office at Hogwarts. She was wearing a crumpled dress that was a little loose-fitting on her frame, evidently she’d lost a fair bit of weight.
“If you can’t behave, be careful.” I said, leaving the newlyweds to their wedding night.
A/N: anybody want me to write the wedding night?
warning: this chapter contains a marriage between people of the same gender – the scene may cause offence to some people. Though the M/M warning should have put anyone off who didn’t like homosexual plot devices; but I’m just covering my own back.
Don’t like; don’t read anything between the rows of *****.
I’d like to point out the above warning does not reflect my personal opinion; I don’t care who you love, whatever happens between two consenting adults is no concern but their own.
Now I’ve said that – I need to go grab my hat and confetti.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Severus
It took me calling in many favours, a little begging and a fair bit of blackmail (which I was rather proud of, even if I do say so myself), to guarantee Draco was actually able to wed his lover.
Guaranteeing exploitation of the loopholes was easy – implementing the plot was nigh impossible.
“Miss Granger, it pains me to say this – but I require your assistance in a matter of great importance.” I said, it was almost midnight, and still she sat traipsing through letters offering marriage.
“What is it?” she asked, sounding hopeful.
“A matter of discretion – I cannot tell you here – come to my office, the password is ‘clouds’.” I said moving away.
“Clouds?” she muttered, “I’d expected something different – though, I wouldn’t have guessed that.” She said, standing and moving to the Headmaster’s office.
Now, just to find Draco and his love…
***
“Miss Granger – I am going to ask you to witness a marriage in half-an-hour’s time, and to be the secret keeper for the couple.” I said bluntly, begrudgingly packing a few choice potions into a bag for them.
“Oh, that’s fine. I have the dress I wore for Bill and Fleur’s wedding in this bag somewhere. I can make an effort for them… whoever ‘they’ are.” She said.
“Indeed.” We will floo to the place they will be living, and apperate to the temple where the wedding will take place.” I said, pausing as the door opened into the circular room.
“Sorry I am late, uncle Sev – Mother was hard to avoid.” Said Draco gasping for breath after his sprint to the Head Master’s chamber.
“Hmm. Your Mother is not whom concerns me – you are aware your Father will go insane with rage at this union.” I warned.
“Yes – but following his orders almost landed me killed… I think its time I followed the lessons of my own conscience – and my own heart.” He said, sobering and calming. “Thanks for being part of this, Granger, Father and Mother would never suspect you as secret keeper – we’ll be safe for a while.
“I wish I knew more about this.” She said, looking between us, “But the walls have ears, and are prone to gossip.”
“We shall go.” I said moving to the fireplace and flooing to Spinner’s End.
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“Do you, Draco Aiolos Malfoy, hereby take Oliver Charles Wood as your Husband?” said the priest, my wand at his throat; he’d been most reluctant to perform the ceremony – even after all the blackmail.
“I do.” Draco said, his grey eyes not leaving Wood’s brown ones.
“Do you swear on your honour to love him, tend him in need, and stand beside him in all things?”
“I do.”
“Do you, Oliver Charles Wood, hereby take Draco Aiolos Malfoy as your Husband?” he gasped, closing his eyes and clutching his hand to his heart and offering a whispered prayer to Mother Nature, begging forgiveness for marrying two men.
“Continue to snivel and whimper and you’ll find yourself dead.” I warned, jabbing my wand further into his neck.
“I do.” Oliver said, grinning.
“Do you swear on your honour to love him, tend him in need, and stand beside him in all things?”
“I do.” The smile never left the Quidditch player’s face as he gently pushed the simple gold band onto Draco’s wedding finger. There hadn’t been time to organise anything more to the couple’s taste. Wood looked utterly ecstatic as a trembling Draco did the same to him.
“Do the witnesses here present agree to watch over their union and agree to it?” whimpered the priest, turning pale and swaying on his feet.
“We witness it, and agree.” Miss Granger and myself chorused.
“I pronounce you husband and… I now pronounce you married? You may kiss… erm… you may kiss the…?”
“Say ‘the bride’ and you will die.” Grumbled Oliver, gently pulling the blonde closer, and kissing him with tenderness.
Miss Granger smiled at the threat, obliviating the priest and sending him on his oblivious way back to bed. The paperwork required was all signed, and vanished of its own accord to be filed at the Ministry. I tucked the veritasserum back into my sleeve, with my wand.
“I never thought we’d be able to do this.” Draco whispered, tucking himself into the taller man’s arms.
“I never thought we’d marry in our pyjamas! But I knew we’d find a way.” Oliver said, noting Draco’s trembling and holding him as close as possible.
“It’s a wonder you’re wearing them! You hate sleeping with clothes on!” Draco chuckled nervously.
“It was cold.” Oliver said, running a calloused hand down the silk-covered back of his husband before leaning in for a passionate kiss.
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Miss Granger and I escorted the happy couple back to Spinners end – apperating in such an emotional state was a sure fire route to a splinching.
“Draco – this is for the both of you, as a wedding gift.” I said, handing my Godson the deeds to Spinners End. It wasn’t much, but it was theirs. I had no doubt Draco would not be welcomed at Malfoy manor once Lucius heard the news.
“This is… this is.” He stuttered, putting his arms around me in a fierce hug.
“You both deserve somewhere to live out the rest of your days together – so, I hand over ownership.” I said, watching Oliver’s face as he read the parchment.
“Thank-you, sir.” Oliver said, shaking my hand and peeling Draco from me; bringing the smaller man back into his embrace.
“I am your secret keeper for as long as you wish – but I’d give it a fortnight before you come up for air – you deserve a honeymoon of some sort.” Miss Granger said, handing over the bag of various items to Oliver.
“Hmm… I didn’t think they made Rhubarb and custard flavoured lubricant…” Oliver said withdrawing one of the jars.
“The flavouring was accidental.” I said, placing my head in my hands. Honestly, I have no idea where the flavour came from! But I guess Draco’s sweet tooth may approve… oh that thought went down a route I don’t want to imagine. I did not need the image of my Godson doing…
“Good luck to you both – all the best.” Miss Granger said, hugging them both before flooing back to my office at Hogwarts. She was wearing a crumpled dress that was a little loose-fitting on her frame, evidently she’d lost a fair bit of weight.
“If you can’t behave, be careful.” I said, leaving the newlyweds to their wedding night.
A/N: anybody want me to write the wedding night?