Muggle Marriage Law 51599
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
30,173
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
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.
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Hermione awoke almost forgetting where she was as she felt another limb across her midsection. She slowly peeked back; Draco. She shut her eyes and the events of the previous night flooded back. She slowly got out of bed, taking care not to wake him. She smiled to herself as she quickly pulled out a change of clothes and entered their bathroom.
She showered quickly and got dressed. She ran her hairbrush through her drying locks. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She took a deep breath before pulling the door open.
“Draco,” she said surprised.
The blonde haired wizard smiled at her. She gulped as he moved a strand of hair away from her eyes. “Morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she responded softly, looking up into his grey eyes. She looked down as she allowed him to pass her into the bathroom. “Draco,” she called to him. “You’re still allowing me to leave, aren’t you?”
“We’ll talk about this after I take my shower, Hermione,” he said shutting the door behind him. He smirked to himself.
Hermione froze for a moment as she stared at the shut door. She slowly began to pack. When she arrived three months ago, she had not brought with her much of a wardrobe; much of it was muggle casual wear, two dress robes. When she finished packing, everything fit into her large duffle bag. She took a deep breath. She peeked again at the bathroom door before walking out to the balcony.
What was he planning to do with her? Was he going to take back what he said earlier that morning when he held her in his arms? The thought made her eyes well up. She had to grab onto the balcony to steady her as she felt a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach. A tear slipped down her cheek. She couldn’t blink the tears back fast enough. The drops glistened in the sunlight.
“Hey,” Draco sneaked up behind her, bare-chested, wearing only his black trousers and dress shoes. She didn’t turn around. She bit her lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. Draco turned her around.
“You didn’t really mean you were going to let me go, did you, Draco,” she said looking down, catching a glimpse of his Deatheater mark. She continued to avoid his gaze. He gently turned her chin up. He saw the tear streaked cheeks.
She looked up at him, gulping. He gently wiped her right cheek with his thumb. She took in another sharp breath.
“I thought you’d like to do the honors,” he said as he handed her two documents placing his wand on the ledge.
She looked at them. The Ministry of Magic – England, Family Services, the top of each of the parchments read. Both were dated 15 March of that year. On one of the documents, next to Draco’s printed name was his signature. Below Draco’s name was printed ‘Hermione Granger Malfoy.’ She, too, had signed her name. She saw the hitch in her signature as she remembered pausing before finishing it with ‘Malfoy.’ She studied the dark quill ink with which she penned her signature and gulped.
She looked up at him. He nodded his encouragement and even smiled a little. “I figured you don’t want to be with me as much,” he looked at her. He had to look away for a moment, not being able to look into her deep brown eyes. “As much as I don’t want to be with you,” he flushed.
Hermione tried to force a smile. He nodded at her again. She tore their marriage license and certificate in two. Draco took them from her and further tore up the documents. Hermione couldn’t breathe for a moment. She watched him take his wand and wave it over the documents. They caught on fire and they both watched the pieces of paper turn to ash. What little wind there was wafted the ash particles away. Hermione took a deep breath as they both watched the last of the ashes fly over the back yard and scatter.
“Come on,” he said, extending his hand. “I’ll escort you to the Leaky Cauldron.”
She looked up at him, trying to hide her suspicion. She hesitantly took his hand. He smiled at her.
“If you’re so worried about my ‘henchman’ targeting you for death,” Draco said as they entered back into the room, “I promise you they won’t touch you with me around.”
She couldn’t help laughing. He smiled at her. Why had it taken them this long to be civil with each other? He turned away from her. He had to steady his breathing. He didn’t realize that he still held her hand. He let her go, almost a little dismissively. He turned towards her smiling a little.
He pulled his shirt on and quickly dressed. He placed the wand into the left breast pocket of his dress cloak. He tapped his chest feeling the long stick underneath the fabric. “So where are your bags?” he asked offering to carry them for her.
“I’ve got it, Draco, thanks,” she said, slipping the strap of her duffle bag onto her shoulder.
“That’s it?” Draco asked.
“I didn’t have much to pack,” she said looking up at him.
“All those dress robes,” Draco said pointing to the closet they shared.
“I wouldn’t feel right,” Hermione said looking into his grey eyes. “Your mother bought those.”
“Hermione.”
“Draco, really,” Hermione said, her brown eyes piercing his grey ones. “They’re not really me.”
“Shall we,” Draco smiled as he again offered to carry her duffle bag. She looked at him again. She
nodded and gave him her bag to carry. He led her out.
“We should tell your mom and dad,” Hermione stopped for a moment.
“I’ll take care of that, Hermione,” he said flashing a sincere smile. She followed him out.
Hermione awoke almost forgetting where she was as she felt another limb across her midsection. She slowly peeked back; Draco. She shut her eyes and the events of the previous night flooded back. She slowly got out of bed, taking care not to wake him. She smiled to herself as she quickly pulled out a change of clothes and entered their bathroom.
She showered quickly and got dressed. She ran her hairbrush through her drying locks. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She took a deep breath before pulling the door open.
“Draco,” she said surprised.
The blonde haired wizard smiled at her. She gulped as he moved a strand of hair away from her eyes. “Morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she responded softly, looking up into his grey eyes. She looked down as she allowed him to pass her into the bathroom. “Draco,” she called to him. “You’re still allowing me to leave, aren’t you?”
“We’ll talk about this after I take my shower, Hermione,” he said shutting the door behind him. He smirked to himself.
Hermione froze for a moment as she stared at the shut door. She slowly began to pack. When she arrived three months ago, she had not brought with her much of a wardrobe; much of it was muggle casual wear, two dress robes. When she finished packing, everything fit into her large duffle bag. She took a deep breath. She peeked again at the bathroom door before walking out to the balcony.
What was he planning to do with her? Was he going to take back what he said earlier that morning when he held her in his arms? The thought made her eyes well up. She had to grab onto the balcony to steady her as she felt a sinking feeling at the pit of her stomach. A tear slipped down her cheek. She couldn’t blink the tears back fast enough. The drops glistened in the sunlight.
“Hey,” Draco sneaked up behind her, bare-chested, wearing only his black trousers and dress shoes. She didn’t turn around. She bit her lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. Draco turned her around.
“You didn’t really mean you were going to let me go, did you, Draco,” she said looking down, catching a glimpse of his Deatheater mark. She continued to avoid his gaze. He gently turned her chin up. He saw the tear streaked cheeks.
She looked up at him, gulping. He gently wiped her right cheek with his thumb. She took in another sharp breath.
“I thought you’d like to do the honors,” he said as he handed her two documents placing his wand on the ledge.
She looked at them. The Ministry of Magic – England, Family Services, the top of each of the parchments read. Both were dated 15 March of that year. On one of the documents, next to Draco’s printed name was his signature. Below Draco’s name was printed ‘Hermione Granger Malfoy.’ She, too, had signed her name. She saw the hitch in her signature as she remembered pausing before finishing it with ‘Malfoy.’ She studied the dark quill ink with which she penned her signature and gulped.
She looked up at him. He nodded his encouragement and even smiled a little. “I figured you don’t want to be with me as much,” he looked at her. He had to look away for a moment, not being able to look into her deep brown eyes. “As much as I don’t want to be with you,” he flushed.
Hermione tried to force a smile. He nodded at her again. She tore their marriage license and certificate in two. Draco took them from her and further tore up the documents. Hermione couldn’t breathe for a moment. She watched him take his wand and wave it over the documents. They caught on fire and they both watched the pieces of paper turn to ash. What little wind there was wafted the ash particles away. Hermione took a deep breath as they both watched the last of the ashes fly over the back yard and scatter.
“Come on,” he said, extending his hand. “I’ll escort you to the Leaky Cauldron.”
She looked up at him, trying to hide her suspicion. She hesitantly took his hand. He smiled at her.
“If you’re so worried about my ‘henchman’ targeting you for death,” Draco said as they entered back into the room, “I promise you they won’t touch you with me around.”
She couldn’t help laughing. He smiled at her. Why had it taken them this long to be civil with each other? He turned away from her. He had to steady his breathing. He didn’t realize that he still held her hand. He let her go, almost a little dismissively. He turned towards her smiling a little.
He pulled his shirt on and quickly dressed. He placed the wand into the left breast pocket of his dress cloak. He tapped his chest feeling the long stick underneath the fabric. “So where are your bags?” he asked offering to carry them for her.
“I’ve got it, Draco, thanks,” she said, slipping the strap of her duffle bag onto her shoulder.
“That’s it?” Draco asked.
“I didn’t have much to pack,” she said looking up at him.
“All those dress robes,” Draco said pointing to the closet they shared.
“I wouldn’t feel right,” Hermione said looking into his grey eyes. “Your mother bought those.”
“Hermione.”
“Draco, really,” Hermione said, her brown eyes piercing his grey ones. “They’re not really me.”
“Shall we,” Draco smiled as he again offered to carry her duffle bag. She looked at him again. She
nodded and gave him her bag to carry. He led her out.
“We should tell your mom and dad,” Hermione stopped for a moment.
“I’ll take care of that, Hermione,” he said flashing a sincere smile. She followed him out.