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:
30,183
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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The soon-to-be ex-Mrs. Malfoy and Draco Malfoy sat in the waiting room at the O‘ahu offices of the Ministry of Magic. Hermione snuck a peek at her wristwatch. It was already 9:35 a.m.; they had arrived there more than an hour ago.
Draco turned the pages of the Wizarding fashion magazine he had picked up from the coffee table in the room. He flipped through it unconsciously skimming over the pictures of beautiful wizards and witches showing off whatever was in fashion that season. He snuck a glance over at the dark haired witch seated next to him. He took in a sharp breath, not even knowing why he did it at first.
He noticed her nervously biting at her lower lip. He noticed how tired she looked. She probably didn’t get much sleep the night before. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to stay awake. She turned to catch him watching her.
He quickly glanced back down at his magazine. The photo shoot was of a scantily clad blond haired beautiful model taking a sip of her beau’s fire whiskey that was being advertised. Hermione glanced down at the page at which Draco was staring.
She suddenly stood up and took a breath. Draco turned the page quickly as if her were a little boy caught looking at something of an NC-17 nature. He suddenly felt silly. He smirked at the brunette witch’s back and as if to spite her, he turned back to the page with his fiancée kissing her photo-shoot beau. Draco sighed.
Hermione made her way to the window and stared out. Why was it taking so long? She looked down at her ring finger on her left hand. She touched the gold wedding band and silently choked back a sob as she looked out the window again.
Draco stood up and headed towards the office’s administrative assistant. “Why is there such a delay?” he asked a bit brisk.
“Mr. Malfoy,” the female assistant looked up into the young wizard’s grey eyes. She sighed and then added breathily, “I’ll go inquire what is holding up Mr. Gomez.”
Hermione watched the interaction between one of Hogwarts most famous bachelors and the young secretary. She rolled her eyes as the young witch left to find her supervisor. Draco caught the tail end.
“What?” he asked, a little exasperated.
“Nothing,” she answered back, turning towards the window again.
He approached her. He leaned against the glass of the window staring at her profile. She turned to face him, as his eyes seemed to burn right through her. Her skin began to flush slightly.
“Look, at least I got her to check on the hold up, alright,” he said defending the use of his charming smile. “I didn’t see you do anything to expedite matters.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was right, she hadn’t done a thing. She looked back down at her wedding band and made it a point to avert his eyes.
“We’re in Hawaii, Draco. Things get done,” she paused, “eventually.”
“Yes, well, I’d like to actually make it to my wedding on Saturday,” he said with a huff as he took his seat again. He roughly flipped through the pages of the magazine he had been looking at. He accidentally tore the fire whiskey ad. He shut his eyes.
“Ah,” a grey haired wizard entered the office reception area. Hermione and Draco stood up. “Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, how are you today?”
“Well,” Draco started.
“We’re fine, Mr. Gomez,” Hermione interrupted Draco’s potential tirade. Hermione gave Draco a look. She turned back to the older wizard. “What’s the status on that paperwork, Sir?”
“We’ve been researching your case. I know it took a while,” Mr. Gomez said. The young couple looked at him anxiously. “It’s tough. We are ten hours behind London.”
“So can we start signing, Sir,” Draco said exasperated.
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Ministry bylaws state divorce decrees must be signed in the district where the marriage took place.”
“What?!” Draco was nearly catatonic. “Can’t you make an exception for once?”
Mr. Gomez shook his head. Draco raised his arms up. Hermione remained quiet.
“We’ll have to go back to London,” Draco said.
“Wait. What?!” Hermione finally raised her voice.
“We’re going to London. We’re going to get those papers signed by the close of this morning,” Draco said, looking at her.
“It’s 8 p.m. in England. Ministry offices have been closed for the last two hours. Mr. Norris was good enough to work overtime for us. Seems he wants this case to be resolved soon as well.
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry,” Mr. Gomez shrugged.
The young couple closed their eyes in unison. Hermione turned to Draco. “I guess we’re going to London, then,” she said before stalking out of the room.
The soon-to-be ex-Mrs. Malfoy and Draco Malfoy sat in the waiting room at the O‘ahu offices of the Ministry of Magic. Hermione snuck a peek at her wristwatch. It was already 9:35 a.m.; they had arrived there more than an hour ago.
Draco turned the pages of the Wizarding fashion magazine he had picked up from the coffee table in the room. He flipped through it unconsciously skimming over the pictures of beautiful wizards and witches showing off whatever was in fashion that season. He snuck a glance over at the dark haired witch seated next to him. He took in a sharp breath, not even knowing why he did it at first.
He noticed her nervously biting at her lower lip. He noticed how tired she looked. She probably didn’t get much sleep the night before. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to stay awake. She turned to catch him watching her.
He quickly glanced back down at his magazine. The photo shoot was of a scantily clad blond haired beautiful model taking a sip of her beau’s fire whiskey that was being advertised. Hermione glanced down at the page at which Draco was staring.
She suddenly stood up and took a breath. Draco turned the page quickly as if her were a little boy caught looking at something of an NC-17 nature. He suddenly felt silly. He smirked at the brunette witch’s back and as if to spite her, he turned back to the page with his fiancée kissing her photo-shoot beau. Draco sighed.
Hermione made her way to the window and stared out. Why was it taking so long? She looked down at her ring finger on her left hand. She touched the gold wedding band and silently choked back a sob as she looked out the window again.
Draco stood up and headed towards the office’s administrative assistant. “Why is there such a delay?” he asked a bit brisk.
“Mr. Malfoy,” the female assistant looked up into the young wizard’s grey eyes. She sighed and then added breathily, “I’ll go inquire what is holding up Mr. Gomez.”
Hermione watched the interaction between one of Hogwarts most famous bachelors and the young secretary. She rolled her eyes as the young witch left to find her supervisor. Draco caught the tail end.
“What?” he asked, a little exasperated.
“Nothing,” she answered back, turning towards the window again.
He approached her. He leaned against the glass of the window staring at her profile. She turned to face him, as his eyes seemed to burn right through her. Her skin began to flush slightly.
“Look, at least I got her to check on the hold up, alright,” he said defending the use of his charming smile. “I didn’t see you do anything to expedite matters.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was right, she hadn’t done a thing. She looked back down at her wedding band and made it a point to avert his eyes.
“We’re in Hawaii, Draco. Things get done,” she paused, “eventually.”
“Yes, well, I’d like to actually make it to my wedding on Saturday,” he said with a huff as he took his seat again. He roughly flipped through the pages of the magazine he had been looking at. He accidentally tore the fire whiskey ad. He shut his eyes.
“Ah,” a grey haired wizard entered the office reception area. Hermione and Draco stood up. “Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, how are you today?”
“Well,” Draco started.
“We’re fine, Mr. Gomez,” Hermione interrupted Draco’s potential tirade. Hermione gave Draco a look. She turned back to the older wizard. “What’s the status on that paperwork, Sir?”
“We’ve been researching your case. I know it took a while,” Mr. Gomez said. The young couple looked at him anxiously. “It’s tough. We are ten hours behind London.”
“So can we start signing, Sir,” Draco said exasperated.
“I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy. Ministry bylaws state divorce decrees must be signed in the district where the marriage took place.”
“What?!” Draco was nearly catatonic. “Can’t you make an exception for once?”
Mr. Gomez shook his head. Draco raised his arms up. Hermione remained quiet.
“We’ll have to go back to London,” Draco said.
“Wait. What?!” Hermione finally raised her voice.
“We’re going to London. We’re going to get those papers signed by the close of this morning,” Draco said, looking at her.
“It’s 8 p.m. in England. Ministry offices have been closed for the last two hours. Mr. Norris was good enough to work overtime for us. Seems he wants this case to be resolved soon as well.
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’m sorry,” Mr. Gomez shrugged.
The young couple closed their eyes in unison. Hermione turned to Draco. “I guess we’re going to London, then,” she said before stalking out of the room.