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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
25
Views:
9,918
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15
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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.
cap 23
Postal
Hermione was surprised when she received the first Number 10 sized envelope in her locked muggle mailbox. She turned the envelope in her hands as she leaned against the back wall of the lift. She placed it into her backpack along with the chemistry homework that she started to correct before she left Garcia Lorca two Fridays after her chance meeting with Draco.
She picked up the kids from Señora Ortiz. By the time she bathed, fed and put the kids to sleep, it was already 10:30. She pulled the last stack of homework to be graded. She took a sip of her green tea, sighed and then began her corrections.
* * *
Draco still could not believe he had run into Hermione. He knew Harry had something up his sleeve when he had suggested for him to go to the Dark Arts Convention. He smiled to himself as he sealed the Ministry of Magic labeled envelope with the attention line of D. Malfoy, Criminal Investigation Department.
He had nonchalantly inquired about the ins-and-outs of the muggle postal system. Harry patiently answered the pureblood’s questions, although with raised eyebrow. Draco dispelled any sort of suspicion by saying that if a crime were to happen, involving muggle post, he would have some background on the subject. Harry just nodded.
Draco looked at the muggle postage stamps, which he had acquired on a lunch break at the muggle post office just a few blocks away from the muggle entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and a block from an Argentine eatery. He placed enough postage to get the muggle correspondence from London, England to Sevilla, Spain. He had written in his best block lettering the Spanish address, making sure to write clearly 11C, the one bedroom apartment he had just visited the week prior.
He took a breath as he passed the Argentine restaurant and found himself in front of the post office. He opened the door to the small and empty government establishment.
“Sir, I can help you here,” the short white haired spectacled old lady waved her hand at the blonde haired wizard.
Draco hesitated. He finally stepped up to the counter. He had never before sent mail through the muggle system. The old lady waited patiently.
“I, um,” Draco looked down at the letter. “I’d like to make sure this gets to where it has to go.”
He handed the white envelope to the woman behind the counter. She took hold of the envelope. Draco was reluctant to let go. The old lady chuckled.
“We’ll do that, son,” the old lady said. “But you can’t go with it.”
Draco nodded as he let go of the parcel. She smiled at him again and nodded for him to leave so that she could take care of the next customer. He nodded. He walked slowly out noticing that the line behind him had grown.
* * *
Hermione yawned as she put the finishing purple gel ink marks on the last paper, showing a kinder gentler F. She looked at her watch. It read 12:31 Saturday morning. She yawned again as she caught sight of the envelope. She picked it up gingerly. She took in a deep breath before opening it cautiously.
Draco Malfoy sending a parcel through muggle means; she thought it was unheard of. She carefully pulled the parchment paper out, as if waiting for some sort of hex to take place. She shut her eyes again. Draco wasn’t his old self; he would not do that to her, she tried to reassure herself.
She slowly unfolded the parchment. A slow smile crept up on her lips as she read his neat handwriting:
My dearest Hermione,
Hope this note finds you well. I just wanted to say “hello” to an old friend. I had a great time at that tapas bar. Say “hola” to Manny and Reyna for me. Harry explained how the muggle postal system works. I figured I’d give it a try. Oh, yeah, Harry says he’s glad that “there weren’t any fireworks between us.” Whatever that means. Must be some muggle saying, huh?
Anyway, hope to hear back from you soon.
Your friend,
Draco
Hermione smiled to herself. She quickly searched for a clean paper and picked up her purple correcting pen. She paused for a moment. Hermione knew she could be very verbose at times. She sighed. This should not be one of those times.
She shut her eyes thinking of a “short” reply. She smiled and began to write:
Dear Draco,
It was nice hearing from you. I was pleasantly surprised to have received your note through our muggle postal system. The kids are fine; although they have their terrible two moments. Tell Harry that I still have to hex him for spilling the beans.
She paused for another moment. She had to remind herself to keep it short and not to forget that he was seeing someone. She continued:
Hope everything is well up in England. Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Hermione
She hesitated again. She should scratch out the closing . . . or at least change the ending. She shut her eyes again. It was getting late. She took a deep breath and edited the close slightly:
Love,
Your friend Hermione
She looked at the note again. She sighed and proceeded to add a postscript.
P.S. Give my regards to Harry and Ginny and Roxanne.
She quickly folded up the note and placed it into her own Number 10 envelope. She wrote the wizarding address of the Ministry of Magic, one that she had committed to memory years ago when she worked there. She ran her finger over Draco’s attention line. She couldn’t have fathom that years ago. She sighed again. She placed enough muggle postage to get the envelope to London. She placed the envelope along with the stack of bills to be dropped off at the post office on their usual Saturday morning walks; which if she didn’t get to bed soon might turn into a Saturday afternoon one. She gave the envelope one last pat before heading to the bedroom she shared with the twins.
* * *
In the “test” letter she had received from her parents during her first year at Hogwarts. They explained to her how the muggle wizarding postal system worked or at least how it was explained to the room full of muggle parents and guardians. The muggle would place enough postage for a first class mailing (obviously because it was to be mailed within country; that is to say Hogwarts was still considered within British boundaries) and send it off through regular snail mail.
Then the muggle and wizarding postal liaisons would get to work. It would be sorted at the depot into the wizarding pile on the muggle side of the operation. These parcels were then handed over to the wizarding side where they would be distributed by hundreds of postal owls that knew their destinations as soon as one placed a parcel into their possession.
Hermione was surprised when she received the first Number 10 sized envelope in her locked muggle mailbox. She turned the envelope in her hands as she leaned against the back wall of the lift. She placed it into her backpack along with the chemistry homework that she started to correct before she left Garcia Lorca two Fridays after her chance meeting with Draco.
She picked up the kids from Señora Ortiz. By the time she bathed, fed and put the kids to sleep, it was already 10:30. She pulled the last stack of homework to be graded. She took a sip of her green tea, sighed and then began her corrections.
* * *
Draco still could not believe he had run into Hermione. He knew Harry had something up his sleeve when he had suggested for him to go to the Dark Arts Convention. He smiled to himself as he sealed the Ministry of Magic labeled envelope with the attention line of D. Malfoy, Criminal Investigation Department.
He had nonchalantly inquired about the ins-and-outs of the muggle postal system. Harry patiently answered the pureblood’s questions, although with raised eyebrow. Draco dispelled any sort of suspicion by saying that if a crime were to happen, involving muggle post, he would have some background on the subject. Harry just nodded.
Draco looked at the muggle postage stamps, which he had acquired on a lunch break at the muggle post office just a few blocks away from the muggle entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and a block from an Argentine eatery. He placed enough postage to get the muggle correspondence from London, England to Sevilla, Spain. He had written in his best block lettering the Spanish address, making sure to write clearly 11C, the one bedroom apartment he had just visited the week prior.
He took a breath as he passed the Argentine restaurant and found himself in front of the post office. He opened the door to the small and empty government establishment.
“Sir, I can help you here,” the short white haired spectacled old lady waved her hand at the blonde haired wizard.
Draco hesitated. He finally stepped up to the counter. He had never before sent mail through the muggle system. The old lady waited patiently.
“I, um,” Draco looked down at the letter. “I’d like to make sure this gets to where it has to go.”
He handed the white envelope to the woman behind the counter. She took hold of the envelope. Draco was reluctant to let go. The old lady chuckled.
“We’ll do that, son,” the old lady said. “But you can’t go with it.”
Draco nodded as he let go of the parcel. She smiled at him again and nodded for him to leave so that she could take care of the next customer. He nodded. He walked slowly out noticing that the line behind him had grown.
* * *
Hermione yawned as she put the finishing purple gel ink marks on the last paper, showing a kinder gentler F. She looked at her watch. It read 12:31 Saturday morning. She yawned again as she caught sight of the envelope. She picked it up gingerly. She took in a deep breath before opening it cautiously.
Draco Malfoy sending a parcel through muggle means; she thought it was unheard of. She carefully pulled the parchment paper out, as if waiting for some sort of hex to take place. She shut her eyes again. Draco wasn’t his old self; he would not do that to her, she tried to reassure herself.
She slowly unfolded the parchment. A slow smile crept up on her lips as she read his neat handwriting:
My dearest Hermione,
Hope this note finds you well. I just wanted to say “hello” to an old friend. I had a great time at that tapas bar. Say “hola” to Manny and Reyna for me. Harry explained how the muggle postal system works. I figured I’d give it a try. Oh, yeah, Harry says he’s glad that “there weren’t any fireworks between us.” Whatever that means. Must be some muggle saying, huh?
Anyway, hope to hear back from you soon.
Your friend,
Draco
Hermione smiled to herself. She quickly searched for a clean paper and picked up her purple correcting pen. She paused for a moment. Hermione knew she could be very verbose at times. She sighed. This should not be one of those times.
She shut her eyes thinking of a “short” reply. She smiled and began to write:
Dear Draco,
It was nice hearing from you. I was pleasantly surprised to have received your note through our muggle postal system. The kids are fine; although they have their terrible two moments. Tell Harry that I still have to hex him for spilling the beans.
She paused for another moment. She had to remind herself to keep it short and not to forget that he was seeing someone. She continued:
Hope everything is well up in England. Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Hermione
She hesitated again. She should scratch out the closing . . . or at least change the ending. She shut her eyes again. It was getting late. She took a deep breath and edited the close slightly:
Love,
Your friend Hermione
She looked at the note again. She sighed and proceeded to add a postscript.
P.S. Give my regards to Harry and Ginny and Roxanne.
She quickly folded up the note and placed it into her own Number 10 envelope. She wrote the wizarding address of the Ministry of Magic, one that she had committed to memory years ago when she worked there. She ran her finger over Draco’s attention line. She couldn’t have fathom that years ago. She sighed again. She placed enough muggle postage to get the envelope to London. She placed the envelope along with the stack of bills to be dropped off at the post office on their usual Saturday morning walks; which if she didn’t get to bed soon might turn into a Saturday afternoon one. She gave the envelope one last pat before heading to the bedroom she shared with the twins.
* * *
In the “test” letter she had received from her parents during her first year at Hogwarts. They explained to her how the muggle wizarding postal system worked or at least how it was explained to the room full of muggle parents and guardians. The muggle would place enough postage for a first class mailing (obviously because it was to be mailed within country; that is to say Hogwarts was still considered within British boundaries) and send it off through regular snail mail.
Then the muggle and wizarding postal liaisons would get to work. It would be sorted at the depot into the wizarding pile on the muggle side of the operation. These parcels were then handed over to the wizarding side where they would be distributed by hundreds of postal owls that knew their destinations as soon as one placed a parcel into their possession.