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:
30,175
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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Cap Almost 3 years later March 15
Draco turned the corner and headed down the hallway. He smiled to himself as he headed to the small little office on the bottom floor of the Ministry. He nodded to the receptionist as he entered.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, almost blushing as she smiled back at the infamous blonde wizard. “Go right in. Mr. Norris is expecting you.”
Draco nodded and smiled as he entered the door of the Head of Family Services. The short bespectacled man looked up from his papers. “Ah, young Mr. Malfoy,” Mr. Norris said standing up to shake the younger wizard’s hand. “Please have a seat.”
Draco took a seat in front of the old wizard’s desk. Mr. Norris looked over some paperwork. “I’ve looked over your marriage application, Draco,” the old man started, “Oh, by the way, how is Ms. Profesi?”
“Celeste is fine, sir,” Draco answered. “We both can’t wait until June.”
Mr. Norris’s face slightly blanched. Draco noticed the change in the older wizard’s countenance. “Uh, Mr. Norris, is something wrong?”
“Draco, I’ve been looking over the records, and, well. It seems,” Mr. Norris voice hitched. “Well.”
“Mr. Norris, just spit it out,” Draco encouraged.
“It appears that you are married,” Mr. Norris said as he removed his glasses for a moment to wipe his brow.
“Celeste and I haven’t exchanged vows yet, sir,” Draco said smiling.
Mr. Norris took a deep breath, “According to the paperwork, you and Ms. Hermione Granger are still married.”
“What!” Draco erupted.
* * *
Draco, leaning the back of his head against the rear wall of the elevator, opened his eyes as he heard the elevator doors open. “Hey,” Draco said as he nodded at the tall wizard.
“You look like you wouldn’t pass up an invitation to drink with me tonight,” Dean Thomas said with a laugh.
Draco joined in. “I think I could use a drink,” he said to his former classmate.
* * *
Three fire whiskeys into the conversation, Draco had already explained to Dean his situation. They both took a breath.
“So what are you going to do?” Dean asked as he ordered a water from the barman.
“I don’t know,” Draco said. “Damn Hermione!”
Dean couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping. Draco turned to his best man. “What?”
“She could always raise your ire, couldn’t she?” Dean said laughing again.
Draco actually joined in, “Yeah.”
“It’s a wonder you married her in the first place,” Dean quipped before sipping his drink.
Draco breathed in, “Mom’s choice.”
Dean studied his friend. “Damn Muggle Marriage Laws, huh,” the tall black Gryffindor began. “It’s a good thing you got the Ministry to repeal them.”
Draco looked back at his old classmate as he took a sip. He started to feel dizzy, probably too much alcohol. “Yeah,” he said softly as he thought of the former Head Girl.
Draco turned the corner and headed down the hallway. He smiled to himself as he headed to the small little office on the bottom floor of the Ministry. He nodded to the receptionist as he entered.
“Ah, Mr. Malfoy,” she said, almost blushing as she smiled back at the infamous blonde wizard. “Go right in. Mr. Norris is expecting you.”
Draco nodded and smiled as he entered the door of the Head of Family Services. The short bespectacled man looked up from his papers. “Ah, young Mr. Malfoy,” Mr. Norris said standing up to shake the younger wizard’s hand. “Please have a seat.”
Draco took a seat in front of the old wizard’s desk. Mr. Norris looked over some paperwork. “I’ve looked over your marriage application, Draco,” the old man started, “Oh, by the way, how is Ms. Profesi?”
“Celeste is fine, sir,” Draco answered. “We both can’t wait until June.”
Mr. Norris’s face slightly blanched. Draco noticed the change in the older wizard’s countenance. “Uh, Mr. Norris, is something wrong?”
“Draco, I’ve been looking over the records, and, well. It seems,” Mr. Norris voice hitched. “Well.”
“Mr. Norris, just spit it out,” Draco encouraged.
“It appears that you are married,” Mr. Norris said as he removed his glasses for a moment to wipe his brow.
“Celeste and I haven’t exchanged vows yet, sir,” Draco said smiling.
Mr. Norris took a deep breath, “According to the paperwork, you and Ms. Hermione Granger are still married.”
“What!” Draco erupted.
* * *
Draco, leaning the back of his head against the rear wall of the elevator, opened his eyes as he heard the elevator doors open. “Hey,” Draco said as he nodded at the tall wizard.
“You look like you wouldn’t pass up an invitation to drink with me tonight,” Dean Thomas said with a laugh.
Draco joined in. “I think I could use a drink,” he said to his former classmate.
* * *
Three fire whiskeys into the conversation, Draco had already explained to Dean his situation. They both took a breath.
“So what are you going to do?” Dean asked as he ordered a water from the barman.
“I don’t know,” Draco said. “Damn Hermione!”
Dean couldn’t stop a laugh from escaping. Draco turned to his best man. “What?”
“She could always raise your ire, couldn’t she?” Dean said laughing again.
Draco actually joined in, “Yeah.”
“It’s a wonder you married her in the first place,” Dean quipped before sipping his drink.
Draco breathed in, “Mom’s choice.”
Dean studied his friend. “Damn Muggle Marriage Laws, huh,” the tall black Gryffindor began. “It’s a good thing you got the Ministry to repeal them.”
Draco looked back at his old classmate as he took a sip. He started to feel dizzy, probably too much alcohol. “Yeah,” he said softly as he thought of the former Head Girl.