A Box of Monkey Love

Draco woke the next morning feeling well, but tired. In
fact, he felt as if he had not slept at all. Of course, Draco smirked to himself, that might be because he had spent so much time
making delicious love to his wife…maybe.

 

He looked down at his chest and saw the woman of his dream
in the throes of waking. She was rubbing her soft cheek into his chest and
mewing softly. After a few more seconds of her mewing, she slowly opened her
eyes and saw Draco staring at her. She gave him a half-smile and stred hed her
neck and shoulders while sitting up in the bed.

 

“Morning,” she said as she continued stretching.

 

“Morning,” Draco returned as he too sat up in the bed.

 

They sat there for a few more minutes until Ginny had
glanced at the muggle clock/radio/alarm device by their bed.

 

“Bloody Hell! Draco, we have to be
at the Ministry of Magic in 20 minutes. No warm shower this morning, we will
have to settle for cleaning spells and running out the door” She said as she
scrambled out of bed and ran to her closet.

 

Draco mimicked her actions and ran to his own closet. Once
there, he did a brief cleaning charm and then swiftly pulled a crisp white
shirt from the hanger and through his arms through the holes. Then, he grabbed
a pair of navy slacks and pulled them on. He grabbed a pair of navy socks and
his tan slip-ons. He arrived back in the bedroom mere seconds before Ginny ran
in as well.

 

Ginny had cast the same cleaning spell in her closet and
pulled on a white full lenglip.lip. With that on, she grabbed the first dress
she came to…a red button up sleeveless, summer dress. It was a simple, but
classic look and she looked good in it. She bed bed a pair of suntan colored,
sheer panty hose and tan sandals. She cheated a bit and charmed the panty hose
on, rather than fighting with them on the bed. She was hopping through the closet
doorway while trying to put on her sandals. She saw that Draco was already on
the bed putting on his socks and shoes.

 

He was finishing up as she hopped into the room. He walked to
her, gave her an arm to lean on and waited for her to pull on the last shoe. He
lifted his wand and Accio’d for his wallet and her
purse. He then called for their robes and they flew to them. Ginny and Draco
threw them around their bodies without closing them.

 

They flew to the nursery and each gave Kaitlyn a kiss on the
cheek and a few instructions for the Nanny House Elf. They ran to the twin’s
room and gave each of them a kiss as well. Then, they ran out of the room and
down the stairs. They stopped in front of the parlor’s fireplace and threw in
the necessary floo powder to arrive at the Ministry of Magic.

 

They bounded through the Entrance Fireplace at the Ministry
of Magic. They briefly dusted themselves off and stood up straight.

 

The room was vast. The ceiling had to be at least 40 feet
high and was charmed to look like the famous wizard painting by Escher…the one
with the never ending stair case.  There were at least twenty fireplaces
throughout the large room and each seemed to be for a different area within the
United Kingdom.
The predominant colors in the room were grape and grey. It was striking and
soothing all at once. There were at least ten sofas done in an alternating
striped fabric of grey and grape. The rugs on the floor were paisley with the
coordinating colors and a touch of gold sewn within the heavily woven fabrics.
Each of the corners was marked with large ceramic vases in grey that had to be
at least six feet high. In each vase, there were large palm trees, probably 30
feet or more, that were interwoven with yellow, fairy
lights. They twinkled gaily and added a whimsical air to the room.  

 

In the center of the room was a circular kiosk. It was made
of rose quartz that beautifully complimented the rest of the room, yet stood out
to attract the attention of the visitors. Within the rose quartz was a
magically created sign that flashed “Information” over and over in a blue,
strobe light.

 

They went to the entrance desk and found a tall woman
sitting behind the desk. She had dark, olive tone skin and was wearing the
pinkest robes Ginny had ever seen. Her hair was cropped short to her head. It
very much reminded Ginny of a muggle, military style only it was colored
different colors. Her hair had been divided into four sections and then dyed.
She had a purple, pink, green and blue section on her head. However, neither
the robes nor the hair was what made her stand out; no, she stood out because
she had neon lime green eyes that followed you around the room no matter where
you stood and were piercing when she looked directly at you.

 

Draco approached the young, odd witch and asked where the Fining
Court would be.

 

The witch responded in a heavy Cockney accent that it was on
the 33rd floor in rooms A-H.  

 

Draco nodded and thanked the witch for her help. He took
Ginny by her upper arm and drew her over to the elevators. A few seconds later
the doors opened and a small, oddly colored Elf beckoned them to entee wae was
taller than a House Elf, but shorter than the Wood Elves. He was grey with
extremely pointed ears. Without a word, he turned to the controls and pushed
the button marked 33. The elevator lurched upwards and sped upwards to the 33rd
floor. It jerked to a stop, the doors opened and the Elf beckoned them out with
a great flourish of his small hand.

 

They stepped out and were immediately surprised at the
lavishly expensive surroundings. The large airy room looked more like a Harem
chamber than a floor of courtrooms. At first glance, the room was nothing but
flowing silk fabrics in the brightest of colors hanging all over the walls.
There was a robin egg colored blue, a sweet pea green and a rich, purplish
magenta color that mimicked the color found on the finest of wild primroses.
 There were more colors gently flapping around the perimeter of the room,
but it was simply too much for one to take in a simple, quick glance. By the
time they noticed the remaining colors, their minds were processing the fact
that the floor in the rooms were made of black and white marble covered with
large satin pillows. Each pillow must have been at least a meter by a meter and
were just as brightly colored as the fabrics enhancing the four walls of the
room.

 

They took another step into the room and were immediately
greeted by an obviously modified House Elf. He introduced himself as Tartaren. He informed them that he was a Clerk Elf for the
Ministry of Magic and that he would be recording the events of the court
proceedings and would be their point of reference for any fine payment and/or
any other penalty that must completed.

 

Draco nodded to the Elf and stated a heart felt thanks for
the information.

 

Tartaren bowed at the waist to
Draco’s kind words and beckoned with his extraordinarily thin arms for them to
come further into the room.

 

Draco pulled Ginny closer by wrapping his large, strong
right arm around her waist and pulling her snuggly to his side. The Clerk Elf
ran his little feet off to catch up and then pass Draco Gin Ginny so that he
could show them exactly where they needed to go.

 

Apparently, although it was not apparent upon entering the
room because of the charms used, the room was filled with courtrooms that were
divided by invisible (and thus transparent) walls and camouflage charms much like
the Agent had used the night before at the muggle restaurant.

 

Tartaren ushered then in to far
corner area that was heavily dressed in teal and purple tinted silks billowing
out from the hidden walls. Draco sat on a blood red satin pillow with gold cotton
fringes. Ironically enough, Ginny found herself being led to a bright, kelly green pillow made of satin and velvet. It looked very
soft and Ginny found herself absently running her hands over the material, tly tly because of nerves and partly because it was so soft and tactile.

 

The Clerk Elf, after they were seated, walked past them to
an area of multiple pillows throwntop top of each other. The Elf twisted his
left hand at the wrist in a circular motion and almost instantaneously a wizard
in chartreuse velvet robes was sitting there in front of them on the mountain
of pillows. He was very short and reminded both Ginny and Draco a bit of
Professor Flitwick. He had ebony black hair with a goatee on the end of his
chin. Ginny thought it made him look rather debonair.

 

“You are in the court of Wizard Judge Rockhurt.
I am already abreast of the charges surrounding the events of last night.” The
man said while pilfering through an immense stack of parchments that he had
brought with him. After what seemed to be a ridiculous amount of paper
shuffling, he laid the parchments to the side and looked at Ginny and Draco
over the top of his black horn-rimmed glasses.

 

Draco went to speak, but the Judge held up his right hand
and motioned for him to stop talking before he even began.

 

“Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I have a set of rambunctious,
precocious twins myself. I remember all the headaches they cost me. Ahhh, to
have a knut for every time I
got a headache, I’d be wealthier than the Queen. However, I didn’t get my knut; but I do like to think of
myself as a fair an understanding wizard. While I cannot change the fact that
this was a muggle infraction, I can use my head and realize that it was NOT
intentional. With that said, I fine you 2000 gold galleons. Once this is paid,
your punishment is complete.” He said this with an air of finality, gathered
his papers and disappeared with a pop.

 

Tataren nodded to Ginny and Draco
and held out his right hand. Draco pulled out his parchment with all of his Gringott’s accounts listed. He pointed to the one at the
top of the page. Tartaren gave a brief nod, took the
paper and also disappeared with a pop.

 

Within a split second, the Elf returned with Draco’s
parchment and a receipt for 2000 gold galleons. Draco took the papers and
nodded.

 

Tartaren gave a small smile and
pointed hony ony index finger at them. They felt something that could best be
compared to port key movement grabbing their bodies and dropping them in front
of an “out” fireplace.

 

A small witch in ruby robes handed them a handful of floo
powder and motioned for them to leave the premises. Minutes later, they arrived
back at the Manor.

 

Draco headed to his study to do some catching up on a few
business issues after giving Ginny a thorough kiss on the mouth.

 

Ginny walked up the stairs to Katie’s nursery to find the
kids, but neither the baby nor the Nanny Elf was in the room. Ginny tried the
twin’s room next, but once again no kids were present. Ginny ran quickly down
the stairs listening all the while for signs of where the kids were. She ran
into the kitchen and saw the kids with the Nanny Elf through the kitchen
window.

 

She exhaled in relief and headed for the large pair of
French Doors to meet the kids outside.

 

Katie was in her infant swing being lightly pushed by the
Nanny Elf. Ben and Bill were lying stomach down in the grass with their legs
bending capriciously back and forth while their heads rested on their folded
arms watching a colony of ants pick up the remains of their picnic lunch.

 

Life was good.