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:
30,181
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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They drove to the travel point where they would enter the Wizarding world. They exited the bar that was the entranceway to the magical world. She took in a breath. The streets were full of robed wizards and witches bustling here and there.
Draco led her to the large official looking building that he had reconned the location before heading to find Hermione last night. Hermione read the sign next to the building entrance: Ministry of Magic, O‘ahu, Hawai‘i.
Draco ushered her in, “Let’s get this over with.”
Hermione walked past several witches who stared at her curiously. Draco put her arm around her waist as he ushered her down to the family services wing. She breathed in.
They knocked on the door to the family services offices. Hermione tried the door. It was locked. She looked at Draco.
“Oh, they closed a couple of hours ago,” the passerby said. “Taking a training day off, I guess.”
“Closed?” Draco said icily.
“Will they hold hours tomorrow?” Hermione asked the helpful passerby politely.
He smiled, “Yes, I think so.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know their hours, would you?” she said giving him her best smile.
He smiled, almost blushed, “8:30 to 4 p.m.”
“Thanks,” Hermione said as she nodded at the young man.
“I can’t believe this!” Draco muttered under his breath.
“Yelling at that young man wouldn’t have gotten us anywhere,” she said as she started to walk towards the exit.
Draco grabbed at her upper arm and turned her around. She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. He threw his hands up in the air as he walked past her.
“So what happens now?” she asked as she caught up to him as they exited the building.
“I’m going to check into a hotel,” he said haughtily as he headed down the street.
Hermione shut her eyes and then walked quickly to catch up. “Look, Malfoy, the room is still available.”
“No thank you,” Draco said looking at her. “I wouldn’t want to disrupt the romance in the house.”
Hermione blinked. “What the hell does that supposed to mean?” she asked as she got in front of him.
“She’s two. When was she born?” he asked looking into her eyes. He took a breath.
“March 15th,” she said softly.
He walked past her and entered the lobby of the rather expensive looking hotel. “I guess you got our marriage out of your system quite quickly,” he said in a sharp whisper leaving her in the middle of the lobby as he approached the front desk.
She looked at him, blinking rapidly. She approached him to pursue their conversation. How dare he imply that she was some slut!
The front desk clerk raised his eyebrows at the brunette witch who had joined the famous wizard. He smiled and handed the room keys to Draco, as he knew who the blonde wizard was. He had also known that the young wizard was to marry the famous fashion model soon. It was the talk of the Wizarding world. His companion, though, didn’t resemble the witch in those magazines.
The blonde wizard turned on the shorter witch and addressed her in a curt tone, “You will meet me here tomorrow morning, Granger, so we can get this over with.”
The young witch looked at him incredulously. Then the two looked at the clerk who quickly turned to the porters as if he weren’t paying attention to the little spat that was about to begin in front of him.
“We are not on the Malfoy Estate, nor are we in the Manor. You cannot lock me up in your tower, Malfoy,” her voice escalating.
He quickly took hold of her elbow and led her towards the lift. “Let me go,” she said softly yet harshly as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“You’re making a scene, Granger,” he said turning her to face him. By now, the once bustling lobby was at a stand still as onlookers watched the arguing couple. Draco could feel their eyes on them.
He quickly pulled his wand out and before Hermione could protest he had apparated them out of the lobby, not waiting for the lift to take them up the ten floors. They found themselves in front of room 1011. She finally got out of his grasp. They stared each other down.
“Would it kill you to set aside one hour tomorrow morning to get this paperwork done, Granger?!” he finally spat out.
“No,” Hermione hesitated for a split second, “No, Malfoy, it wouldn’t. I never said I wouldn’t come with you to sign those damn papers!
“You’ve always been this way,” she said throwing her hands in the air.
“What?!” Draco asked exasperated.
“You don’t ask politely! You say it as if you’re mandating it! The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she said as she turned to leave him in front of his hotel room.
He grabbed her upper arm, a bit gruffly. She winced as he turned her to face her. He took in a sharp breath as he realized that he had hurt her. He shut his eyes for a moment as he loosened his grip.
“Hermione, I’m sorry,” he said softly looking into her eyes. It was her turn to take in a deep breath.
“I just want what you’ve got,” he said as he saw her take a step back out of his grip. “I want a family, a wife to speak with at the dinner table. I want to teach my son …”
“Or daughter,” Hermione looked up at him.
“Or daughter, how to maneuver the broom in Quidditch. I want to teach them how to duel. I want to, I want . . .”
“To teach them how to hate Mudbloods?” she asked him, her eyes suddenly starting to gloss over.
“That isn’t fair, Hermione,” he said taking a step back himself. “I haven’t used that word in years.”
“You stopped fraternizing with muggle-borns like me?” she said, and then looked down suddenly ashamed.
“I’ve changed over the years. If there’s anybody who could understand that, I thought it would have been a Gryffindor like you. Good day, Hermione,” he said looking into her brown eyes before turning.
“Draco, wait,” she said as she touched the small of his back. Draco stopped, his eyes fluttering at the feel of her fingertips through his clothing. He took a deep breath.
Hermione quickly pulled her hand away as if she had had a bad touch. He turned to face her. He watched her nervously wring her hands. She looked up into the familiar grey eyes.
“I guess I let our shared past dictate my thoughts, Draco. I know you’ve changed. I could see it when we were together for those three months. You weren’t the same eleven year old that wanted to kick my ass back in Hogwarts,” she smiled shyly.
Draco let out a sincere laugh. She joined in. They both took big breaths.
“I’m really happy for you, Draco. You and Celeste were the couple at Hogwarts. That morning in front of the Cauldron, I told you that I hope you find that one true someone. Things have worked themselves out, Draco,” she said, giving him a weak smile. “You found your match.
“I’m just sorry you had to wait this long,” she said not able to look into his eyes. “Draco, if I had known.”
“Hermione,” he interrupted, gently touching her arm. A tingling sensation ran up her arm at his touch. She gulped. “It’s all right, Hermione.”
She took a step back, giving a toothless smile. “I’ll meet you in the lobby tomorrow morning at eight.”
He nodded at her as she turned to walk away. He watched the lift doors close on her. He looked up to the ceiling before entering his room. Hermione shut her eyes as she pressed the 1st floor button. She could feel tears starting to well up. She took a deep breath. The ride down was a long one.
They drove to the travel point where they would enter the Wizarding world. They exited the bar that was the entranceway to the magical world. She took in a breath. The streets were full of robed wizards and witches bustling here and there.
Draco led her to the large official looking building that he had reconned the location before heading to find Hermione last night. Hermione read the sign next to the building entrance: Ministry of Magic, O‘ahu, Hawai‘i.
Draco ushered her in, “Let’s get this over with.”
Hermione walked past several witches who stared at her curiously. Draco put her arm around her waist as he ushered her down to the family services wing. She breathed in.
They knocked on the door to the family services offices. Hermione tried the door. It was locked. She looked at Draco.
“Oh, they closed a couple of hours ago,” the passerby said. “Taking a training day off, I guess.”
“Closed?” Draco said icily.
“Will they hold hours tomorrow?” Hermione asked the helpful passerby politely.
He smiled, “Yes, I think so.”
“You wouldn’t happen to know their hours, would you?” she said giving him her best smile.
He smiled, almost blushed, “8:30 to 4 p.m.”
“Thanks,” Hermione said as she nodded at the young man.
“I can’t believe this!” Draco muttered under his breath.
“Yelling at that young man wouldn’t have gotten us anywhere,” she said as she started to walk towards the exit.
Draco grabbed at her upper arm and turned her around. She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes. He threw his hands up in the air as he walked past her.
“So what happens now?” she asked as she caught up to him as they exited the building.
“I’m going to check into a hotel,” he said haughtily as he headed down the street.
Hermione shut her eyes and then walked quickly to catch up. “Look, Malfoy, the room is still available.”
“No thank you,” Draco said looking at her. “I wouldn’t want to disrupt the romance in the house.”
Hermione blinked. “What the hell does that supposed to mean?” she asked as she got in front of him.
“She’s two. When was she born?” he asked looking into her eyes. He took a breath.
“March 15th,” she said softly.
He walked past her and entered the lobby of the rather expensive looking hotel. “I guess you got our marriage out of your system quite quickly,” he said in a sharp whisper leaving her in the middle of the lobby as he approached the front desk.
She looked at him, blinking rapidly. She approached him to pursue their conversation. How dare he imply that she was some slut!
The front desk clerk raised his eyebrows at the brunette witch who had joined the famous wizard. He smiled and handed the room keys to Draco, as he knew who the blonde wizard was. He had also known that the young wizard was to marry the famous fashion model soon. It was the talk of the Wizarding world. His companion, though, didn’t resemble the witch in those magazines.
The blonde wizard turned on the shorter witch and addressed her in a curt tone, “You will meet me here tomorrow morning, Granger, so we can get this over with.”
The young witch looked at him incredulously. Then the two looked at the clerk who quickly turned to the porters as if he weren’t paying attention to the little spat that was about to begin in front of him.
“We are not on the Malfoy Estate, nor are we in the Manor. You cannot lock me up in your tower, Malfoy,” her voice escalating.
He quickly took hold of her elbow and led her towards the lift. “Let me go,” she said softly yet harshly as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.
“You’re making a scene, Granger,” he said turning her to face him. By now, the once bustling lobby was at a stand still as onlookers watched the arguing couple. Draco could feel their eyes on them.
He quickly pulled his wand out and before Hermione could protest he had apparated them out of the lobby, not waiting for the lift to take them up the ten floors. They found themselves in front of room 1011. She finally got out of his grasp. They stared each other down.
“Would it kill you to set aside one hour tomorrow morning to get this paperwork done, Granger?!” he finally spat out.
“No,” Hermione hesitated for a split second, “No, Malfoy, it wouldn’t. I never said I wouldn’t come with you to sign those damn papers!
“You’ve always been this way,” she said throwing her hands in the air.
“What?!” Draco asked exasperated.
“You don’t ask politely! You say it as if you’re mandating it! The world doesn’t revolve around you,” she said as she turned to leave him in front of his hotel room.
He grabbed her upper arm, a bit gruffly. She winced as he turned her to face her. He took in a sharp breath as he realized that he had hurt her. He shut his eyes for a moment as he loosened his grip.
“Hermione, I’m sorry,” he said softly looking into her eyes. It was her turn to take in a deep breath.
“I just want what you’ve got,” he said as he saw her take a step back out of his grip. “I want a family, a wife to speak with at the dinner table. I want to teach my son …”
“Or daughter,” Hermione looked up at him.
“Or daughter, how to maneuver the broom in Quidditch. I want to teach them how to duel. I want to, I want . . .”
“To teach them how to hate Mudbloods?” she asked him, her eyes suddenly starting to gloss over.
“That isn’t fair, Hermione,” he said taking a step back himself. “I haven’t used that word in years.”
“You stopped fraternizing with muggle-borns like me?” she said, and then looked down suddenly ashamed.
“I’ve changed over the years. If there’s anybody who could understand that, I thought it would have been a Gryffindor like you. Good day, Hermione,” he said looking into her brown eyes before turning.
“Draco, wait,” she said as she touched the small of his back. Draco stopped, his eyes fluttering at the feel of her fingertips through his clothing. He took a deep breath.
Hermione quickly pulled her hand away as if she had had a bad touch. He turned to face her. He watched her nervously wring her hands. She looked up into the familiar grey eyes.
“I guess I let our shared past dictate my thoughts, Draco. I know you’ve changed. I could see it when we were together for those three months. You weren’t the same eleven year old that wanted to kick my ass back in Hogwarts,” she smiled shyly.
Draco let out a sincere laugh. She joined in. They both took big breaths.
“I’m really happy for you, Draco. You and Celeste were the couple at Hogwarts. That morning in front of the Cauldron, I told you that I hope you find that one true someone. Things have worked themselves out, Draco,” she said, giving him a weak smile. “You found your match.
“I’m just sorry you had to wait this long,” she said not able to look into his eyes. “Draco, if I had known.”
“Hermione,” he interrupted, gently touching her arm. A tingling sensation ran up her arm at his touch. She gulped. “It’s all right, Hermione.”
She took a step back, giving a toothless smile. “I’ll meet you in the lobby tomorrow morning at eight.”
He nodded at her as she turned to walk away. He watched the lift doors close on her. He looked up to the ceiling before entering his room. Hermione shut her eyes as she pressed the 1st floor button. She could feel tears starting to well up. She took a deep breath. The ride down was a long one.