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:
30,184
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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Hermione had packed light. She held her garment bag on her shoulder. She had quickly packed a black jacket, a silk burgundy tank top and black slacks and of course her wand.
Draco led her into the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Hermione took a breath as she looked at familiar surroundings.
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,” the small house elf said as he entered the foyer. “May I take your bag, Missus?”
Hermione cringed. She smiled at the little elf and handed him her bag.
“Take that up to one of the guest rooms, Blorg,” Draco directed as he led Hermione by the elbow, slightly forcefully, to the dining room.
Hermione wrenched her elbow from his grip as they stood in front of Draco’s parents. “Draco,” Lucius Malfoy said. He spotted Hermione, “Ms. Granger.”
“Have a seat you two,” Mrs. Malfoy said smiling and standing up to take a hold of Hermione’s hand to help her to her seat. “It’s so good to see you again.”
All Hermione could do was smile. She looked down at her full plate. Draco began to eat. Hermione joined in.
“So I take it, this paperwork glitch has yet to be,” Mr. Malfoy said after a while, looking directly at Hermione, “resolved.”
“It will be over with by tomorrow morning, Father,” Draco said as he glanced at Hermione.
“Good,” Mr. Malfoy said taking a sip of his wine. “This union with the Profesi family is being dubbed the Marriage of the Century.”
Hermione put her fork down. What little appetite she had was soon lost. Mrs. Malfoy noticed her daughter-in-law flush slightly.
Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth. She took a deep breath. “The food is as good as I remembered it to be. But, it’s been a long day,” she said as she stood up. “If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Draco, I think I’ll turn in for the night.”
With that, the young witch left the dining room table. The house elf that met them in the foyer showed up. “Ah, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Hermione said softly. The elf canted his head.
“Did the dinner not suit you, Miss?”
“It was fine, Blorg. I just wasn’t very hungry,” Hermione tried to smile. “If you will, please show me my quarters.”
“Of course, Miss,” the elf led the way.
* * *
Hermione looked up to see where Blorg was taking her. Her face almost fell as she recognized her surroundings. “Blorg, why are you taking me to Draco’s bedroom?”
“Mr. Malfoy’s orders, Missus Malfoy,” the little elf smiled up at her.
“Blorg. Why would Draco order you to put my things in his room?”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Hermione,” the house elf cowered. “Master Lucius said to place your things in this wing.”
“Oh,” she understood. “He doesn’t want the rest of the manor tainted.”
The little house elf shrugged and opened Draco’s door for her. She entered the room. It didn’t look any different since the day she moved out. She sighed as Blorg excused himself and closed the door.
She looked for her garment bag. She closed her eyes. Blorg must have unpacked for her.
She found her beige silk nightgown in the top dresser drawer. ‘Oh, why hadn’t she just brought a Gryffindor T-shirt and shorts,’ she thought.
She changed in the bathroom, neatly folding her clothes. She placed them back into her garment bag. She took a deep breath as she looked at Draco’s bed. There was no way in hell she was going to sleep in the same bed.
She pulled an emerald green silk sheet off the bed. She pulled a pillow and threw both of them on the floor. She looked at the nightstand. She picked up the familiar book and ran her palm over the tattered cover.
She made herself as comfortable as she could get on the floor. She grabbed her wand and almost laughed. She uttered the lighting spell – lumos as she opened to the first page of the fairy tale and read into the night losing herself in the pages.
* * *
Draco entered his bedroom a couple of hours after Hermione left dinner. He changed into his pajama bottoms. He was tired as he laid his head on his pillow. He turned on his stomach and reached for his other pillow.
He turned on his lamp. ‘Where the hell is my other pillow,’ he asked himself. He looked down. ‘What the hell is she doing in here,’ he asked himself as she turned on her side. He took in a breath as the silk sheet she used as a blanket pulled away from her body exposing her leg up to her thigh.
He closed his eyes. ‘You are not an asshole, Draco,’ he thought to himself. He picked her up gently and placed her on the bed. He pulled the blanket up to her chest. Draco looked up to the ceiling and lay over the covers. He pulled the sheet she had been using as his own blanket. This night is just getting longer and longer, he thought.
Draco suddenly felt tingly. He quickly turned the other way. He had to control his breathing. ‘Think of awful things,’ he thought to himself as he adjusted himself painfully. He eventually fell asleep.
Hermione had packed light. She held her garment bag on her shoulder. She had quickly packed a black jacket, a silk burgundy tank top and black slacks and of course her wand.
Draco led her into the foyer of Malfoy Manor. Hermione took a breath as she looked at familiar surroundings.
“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy,” the small house elf said as he entered the foyer. “May I take your bag, Missus?”
Hermione cringed. She smiled at the little elf and handed him her bag.
“Take that up to one of the guest rooms, Blorg,” Draco directed as he led Hermione by the elbow, slightly forcefully, to the dining room.
Hermione wrenched her elbow from his grip as they stood in front of Draco’s parents. “Draco,” Lucius Malfoy said. He spotted Hermione, “Ms. Granger.”
“Have a seat you two,” Mrs. Malfoy said smiling and standing up to take a hold of Hermione’s hand to help her to her seat. “It’s so good to see you again.”
All Hermione could do was smile. She looked down at her full plate. Draco began to eat. Hermione joined in.
“So I take it, this paperwork glitch has yet to be,” Mr. Malfoy said after a while, looking directly at Hermione, “resolved.”
“It will be over with by tomorrow morning, Father,” Draco said as he glanced at Hermione.
“Good,” Mr. Malfoy said taking a sip of his wine. “This union with the Profesi family is being dubbed the Marriage of the Century.”
Hermione put her fork down. What little appetite she had was soon lost. Mrs. Malfoy noticed her daughter-in-law flush slightly.
Hermione wiped the corners of her mouth. She took a deep breath. “The food is as good as I remembered it to be. But, it’s been a long day,” she said as she stood up. “If you’ll excuse me, Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Draco, I think I’ll turn in for the night.”
With that, the young witch left the dining room table. The house elf that met them in the foyer showed up. “Ah, Mrs. Malfoy.”
“Please don’t call me that,” Hermione said softly. The elf canted his head.
“Did the dinner not suit you, Miss?”
“It was fine, Blorg. I just wasn’t very hungry,” Hermione tried to smile. “If you will, please show me my quarters.”
“Of course, Miss,” the elf led the way.
* * *
Hermione looked up to see where Blorg was taking her. Her face almost fell as she recognized her surroundings. “Blorg, why are you taking me to Draco’s bedroom?”
“Mr. Malfoy’s orders, Missus Malfoy,” the little elf smiled up at her.
“Blorg. Why would Draco order you to put my things in his room?”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Hermione,” the house elf cowered. “Master Lucius said to place your things in this wing.”
“Oh,” she understood. “He doesn’t want the rest of the manor tainted.”
The little house elf shrugged and opened Draco’s door for her. She entered the room. It didn’t look any different since the day she moved out. She sighed as Blorg excused himself and closed the door.
She looked for her garment bag. She closed her eyes. Blorg must have unpacked for her.
She found her beige silk nightgown in the top dresser drawer. ‘Oh, why hadn’t she just brought a Gryffindor T-shirt and shorts,’ she thought.
She changed in the bathroom, neatly folding her clothes. She placed them back into her garment bag. She took a deep breath as she looked at Draco’s bed. There was no way in hell she was going to sleep in the same bed.
She pulled an emerald green silk sheet off the bed. She pulled a pillow and threw both of them on the floor. She looked at the nightstand. She picked up the familiar book and ran her palm over the tattered cover.
She made herself as comfortable as she could get on the floor. She grabbed her wand and almost laughed. She uttered the lighting spell – lumos as she opened to the first page of the fairy tale and read into the night losing herself in the pages.
* * *
Draco entered his bedroom a couple of hours after Hermione left dinner. He changed into his pajama bottoms. He was tired as he laid his head on his pillow. He turned on his stomach and reached for his other pillow.
He turned on his lamp. ‘Where the hell is my other pillow,’ he asked himself. He looked down. ‘What the hell is she doing in here,’ he asked himself as she turned on her side. He took in a breath as the silk sheet she used as a blanket pulled away from her body exposing her leg up to her thigh.
He closed his eyes. ‘You are not an asshole, Draco,’ he thought to himself. He picked her up gently and placed her on the bed. He pulled the blanket up to her chest. Draco looked up to the ceiling and lay over the covers. He pulled the sheet she had been using as his own blanket. This night is just getting longer and longer, he thought.
Draco suddenly felt tingly. He quickly turned the other way. He had to control his breathing. ‘Think of awful things,’ he thought to himself as he adjusted himself painfully. He eventually fell asleep.