Muggle Marriage Law 51599
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
30,178
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
cap 15
Woops Sunday evening
They had had a late working dinner. The two smiled at each other as he washed the dishes and she entered the last of her grades into her laptop computer. She saved her work before standing up to help the young man finish rinsing the dishes.
“Mommy,” the two year old said as she wriggled in her booster seat. She took a sip of her juice from the small cup.
“What is it, Hon,” the young mother asked as she turned to face her daughter.
“I’m full,” the brown haired youngster said as she brought her cup down on the table a little too hard.
It was as if Hermione were watching it in slow motion. The cover of the juice cup flew off and the cup teetered quite violently. The contents splashed upwards before spilling onto the laptop keyboard.
The child’s grey eyes mirrored the saucer look of her mother’s. They heard the sizzle and the sparks from the electronic equipment. Jonathan Diego quickly wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled the youngster out of her chair while pulling the chord out of the wall socket.
Hermione pulled a tea towel out of the drawer and quickly covered up the small fire that was erupting from the fried computer. She took a deep breath to calm down.
Jon was checking to make sure the two year old was not injured. Hermione saw her daughter’s lower lip quiver. The young mother joined them.
Hermione rubbed the girl’s back. The little girl started to shed tears as she turned to run out of the kitchen. Hermione stood up. Jon nodded at her.
Hermione found her daughter huddled in the far corner of the bedroom they shared. Hermione picked up several stuffed animals from the ground and placed them on her daughter’s bed that was next to the window. She went over to her daughter and picked the crying child up into her arms.
“It’s okay, Lois,” she said rubbing the child’s back. “It’s just a computer.”
The little girl looked up at her mother. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“It’s okay,” Hermione kissed her on the top of her head.
“But it has all your work in it.”
“I can fix it, kiddo,” she reassured her.
The child took in a breath. “Mommy,” she said softly, looking into her mother’s eyes. “A visitor is coming.”
Hermione let out a laugh. “Oh, kiddo. I don’t think a repairman is going to come this late at night,” she said. As she said this, goose bumps ran down her arm. She had to take in a breath. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and get ready for bed?”
* * *
Hermione returned to the kitchen only after getting Lois to fall asleep. She sighed as she took a seat in front of the carnage that used to be her personal laptop.
Jon massaged her shoulders. Hermione closed her eyes. “So,” Jon asked as he deepened the massage. “What do we do now?”
Hermione sighed again as she opened her eyes. “The students see us for the last time tomorrow. We need those grades.”
“We can always calculate them manually,” Jon said taking a seat next to her.
“Fifty plus assignments per class. Thirty students in each class,” she said calculating the numbers in her head. “Six classes.”
“Yeah,” Jon said, sounding as exasperated as she looked. “We could call a repair person.”
“At this late hour?” she asked looking at her watch. “Besides, the hard drive’s fried. He wouldn’t be able to retrieve any data anyway.”
“We don’t have to give them their grades,” he said smiling.
“Ha, ha,” Hermione said laughing. She stood up and headed toward her room. He followed.
He leaned against the doorjamb as he watched her pull open the drawer of her nightstand. He watched her take a deep breath before turning around. He raised his eyebrow.
“Are you sure,” he asked her as she walked past him back to the kitchen.
“What other choice do we have?” she asked as she waved the long stick and uttered a fixing spell as Jon joined her in front of the computer.
They both held their breaths as Hermione pushed the power button. The “initializing Windows” screen came on and the computer quickly booted up.
“Yes,” they both exclaimed giving each other high fives.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“I haven’t touched the wand in three years,” she said softly.
“Do you regret using it?” he asked.
She smiled as she shrugged her shoulders, “What’s the worse that can happen?”
They had had a late working dinner. The two smiled at each other as he washed the dishes and she entered the last of her grades into her laptop computer. She saved her work before standing up to help the young man finish rinsing the dishes.
“Mommy,” the two year old said as she wriggled in her booster seat. She took a sip of her juice from the small cup.
“What is it, Hon,” the young mother asked as she turned to face her daughter.
“I’m full,” the brown haired youngster said as she brought her cup down on the table a little too hard.
It was as if Hermione were watching it in slow motion. The cover of the juice cup flew off and the cup teetered quite violently. The contents splashed upwards before spilling onto the laptop keyboard.
The child’s grey eyes mirrored the saucer look of her mother’s. They heard the sizzle and the sparks from the electronic equipment. Jonathan Diego quickly wiped his hands on his jeans and pulled the youngster out of her chair while pulling the chord out of the wall socket.
Hermione pulled a tea towel out of the drawer and quickly covered up the small fire that was erupting from the fried computer. She took a deep breath to calm down.
Jon was checking to make sure the two year old was not injured. Hermione saw her daughter’s lower lip quiver. The young mother joined them.
Hermione rubbed the girl’s back. The little girl started to shed tears as she turned to run out of the kitchen. Hermione stood up. Jon nodded at her.
Hermione found her daughter huddled in the far corner of the bedroom they shared. Hermione picked up several stuffed animals from the ground and placed them on her daughter’s bed that was next to the window. She went over to her daughter and picked the crying child up into her arms.
“It’s okay, Lois,” she said rubbing the child’s back. “It’s just a computer.”
The little girl looked up at her mother. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
“It’s okay,” Hermione kissed her on the top of her head.
“But it has all your work in it.”
“I can fix it, kiddo,” she reassured her.
The child took in a breath. “Mommy,” she said softly, looking into her mother’s eyes. “A visitor is coming.”
Hermione let out a laugh. “Oh, kiddo. I don’t think a repairman is going to come this late at night,” she said. As she said this, goose bumps ran down her arm. She had to take in a breath. “Why don’t you go brush your teeth and get ready for bed?”
* * *
Hermione returned to the kitchen only after getting Lois to fall asleep. She sighed as she took a seat in front of the carnage that used to be her personal laptop.
Jon massaged her shoulders. Hermione closed her eyes. “So,” Jon asked as he deepened the massage. “What do we do now?”
Hermione sighed again as she opened her eyes. “The students see us for the last time tomorrow. We need those grades.”
“We can always calculate them manually,” Jon said taking a seat next to her.
“Fifty plus assignments per class. Thirty students in each class,” she said calculating the numbers in her head. “Six classes.”
“Yeah,” Jon said, sounding as exasperated as she looked. “We could call a repair person.”
“At this late hour?” she asked looking at her watch. “Besides, the hard drive’s fried. He wouldn’t be able to retrieve any data anyway.”
“We don’t have to give them their grades,” he said smiling.
“Ha, ha,” Hermione said laughing. She stood up and headed toward her room. He followed.
He leaned against the doorjamb as he watched her pull open the drawer of her nightstand. He watched her take a deep breath before turning around. He raised his eyebrow.
“Are you sure,” he asked her as she walked past him back to the kitchen.
“What other choice do we have?” she asked as she waved the long stick and uttered a fixing spell as Jon joined her in front of the computer.
They both held their breaths as Hermione pushed the power button. The “initializing Windows” screen came on and the computer quickly booted up.
“Yes,” they both exclaimed giving each other high fives.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“I haven’t touched the wand in three years,” she said softly.
“Do you regret using it?” he asked.
She smiled as she shrugged her shoulders, “What’s the worse that can happen?”