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:
30,185
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’s body clock woke her at the usual time, 5:30, no matter on what continent she was. She turned and saw his sleeping face. She immediately turned red thinking something had happened the night before.
Her face softened as she saw the thin silk sheet above her covers. He’d just moved her to the bed, she thought.
She slowly got out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. It was 5:30 in the morning. He always needed his beauty sleep, she thought to herself as she went to change.
* * *
“Hi, Krank,” Hermione said entering the large kitchen.
The kitchen staff of house elves came unnecessarily to attention. “Mrs. Malfoy,” the lead chef house elf greeted her.
Hermione shut her eyes. “Please call me Hermione. Besides, young Master Malfoy will be remarrying on Saturday. You’ll get to call his new wife that.”
“How can we be of service, Ms. Hermione?” Krank smiled back.
“Can I help in here?”
“Oh, dear, Ms. Hermione. You are Draco’s guest.”
Hermione couldn’t help laughing. “Really Krank. I don’t mind. I can help with breakfast.”
“Yes. I remembered your culinary skills, Miss,” the house elf said as he handed her an apron. “They are still buzzing about your soup from three years ago.”
Hermione blushed. “So what’s on the menu?” she asked as she tied the apron on.
“Waffles and breakfast sausage, fruit and coffee.”
“I could help with the waffles if you’d like?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Hermione.”
* * *
“Ah, Hermione, I thought I’d find you in here,” Mrs. Malfoy smiled warmly.
“Mrs. Malfoy,” Hermione said, standing up.
“Hermione, please.”
“I was just catching up on some reading, Mom.”
“Krank tells me you helped out with breakfast today.”
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s head down. Breakfast is ready for us.”
“Actually, Mom, I ate with the kitchen staff.”
Mrs. Malfoy smiled as she squeezed her daughter-in-law’s shoulder. “We really must do some catching up; maybe after you and Draco finish with everything.”
All Hermione could do was smile at her. Mrs. Malfoy took her leave. Hermione sat back down on the plush rug and reopened the Wizarding book she had started.
* * *
He entered the library quietly. He saw her reading intently sitting cross-legged on the round rug.
He cleared his throat. Hermione snapped to. She stood up.
“Mom tells me you had a hand in breakfast,” Draco said, crossing his arms. “And that you ate with the help.”
Hermione took in a breath and fought the urge to roll her eyes. “What does it matter, Draco? You should see them at work some time. They’re amazing.”
Draco smirked, “The staff is there to do what they need to. That’s their job. I am not going to do something as trivial as watch servants do as they are supposed to do. Thank Merlin neither Celeste nor I would ever be caught dead dealing with cooks or servants in their element.”
“I guess you two deserve each other, then,” Hermione said walking towards the doorway.
He grabbed a hold of her upper arm. She flashed her wand.
He smirked. “We’ll apparate to the Ministry building from here.”
She held her head high breathing deeply. He let up on his grip. They apparated.
Hermione’s body clock woke her at the usual time, 5:30, no matter on what continent she was. She turned and saw his sleeping face. She immediately turned red thinking something had happened the night before.
Her face softened as she saw the thin silk sheet above her covers. He’d just moved her to the bed, she thought.
She slowly got out of bed, not wanting to disturb him. It was 5:30 in the morning. He always needed his beauty sleep, she thought to herself as she went to change.
* * *
“Hi, Krank,” Hermione said entering the large kitchen.
The kitchen staff of house elves came unnecessarily to attention. “Mrs. Malfoy,” the lead chef house elf greeted her.
Hermione shut her eyes. “Please call me Hermione. Besides, young Master Malfoy will be remarrying on Saturday. You’ll get to call his new wife that.”
“How can we be of service, Ms. Hermione?” Krank smiled back.
“Can I help in here?”
“Oh, dear, Ms. Hermione. You are Draco’s guest.”
Hermione couldn’t help laughing. “Really Krank. I don’t mind. I can help with breakfast.”
“Yes. I remembered your culinary skills, Miss,” the house elf said as he handed her an apron. “They are still buzzing about your soup from three years ago.”
Hermione blushed. “So what’s on the menu?” she asked as she tied the apron on.
“Waffles and breakfast sausage, fruit and coffee.”
“I could help with the waffles if you’d like?”
“Sure thing, Ms. Hermione.”
* * *
“Ah, Hermione, I thought I’d find you in here,” Mrs. Malfoy smiled warmly.
“Mrs. Malfoy,” Hermione said, standing up.
“Hermione, please.”
“I was just catching up on some reading, Mom.”
“Krank tells me you helped out with breakfast today.”
“Yes.”
“Well, let’s head down. Breakfast is ready for us.”
“Actually, Mom, I ate with the kitchen staff.”
Mrs. Malfoy smiled as she squeezed her daughter-in-law’s shoulder. “We really must do some catching up; maybe after you and Draco finish with everything.”
All Hermione could do was smile at her. Mrs. Malfoy took her leave. Hermione sat back down on the plush rug and reopened the Wizarding book she had started.
* * *
He entered the library quietly. He saw her reading intently sitting cross-legged on the round rug.
He cleared his throat. Hermione snapped to. She stood up.
“Mom tells me you had a hand in breakfast,” Draco said, crossing his arms. “And that you ate with the help.”
Hermione took in a breath and fought the urge to roll her eyes. “What does it matter, Draco? You should see them at work some time. They’re amazing.”
Draco smirked, “The staff is there to do what they need to. That’s their job. I am not going to do something as trivial as watch servants do as they are supposed to do. Thank Merlin neither Celeste nor I would ever be caught dead dealing with cooks or servants in their element.”
“I guess you two deserve each other, then,” Hermione said walking towards the doorway.
He grabbed a hold of her upper arm. She flashed her wand.
He smirked. “We’ll apparate to the Ministry building from here.”
She held her head high breathing deeply. He let up on his grip. They apparated.