Muggle Marriage Law 51599
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
38
Views:
30,190
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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cap 26
Cap Tea with an old friend
Hermione finally got her bearings. She sat up and pulled her knees into her chest as she looked at her mother’s headstone. She blinked through the tears and the raindrops.
“It’s over, Mom,” she said. “Fairy tale endings don’t seem to work for me.”
She stood up shakily. She took a deep breath. She would have to get home somehow, without her wand. ‘Ginny,’ she thought. She took a deep breath and pulled her jacket in close as she headed for the muggle entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.
* * *
She rapped on the door in the neighborhood of Godrick Hollow. She waited, shivering as the rain had not let up. The door opened and a very pregnant red-haired Mrs. Thomas stood wide-eyed.
“Hey, Ginny,” the brown haired older witch said weakly.
Ginny pulled her into the house out of the cold. The younger witch looked at her friend and hugged her. Hermione breathed in deeply.
“I got you all wet,” the soaked witch said.
“We have to get you out of that jacket, Hermione,” she said ushering her into the kitchen where she conjured up two cups of tea.
“I don’t have anything underneath,” Hermione admitted hesitantly as she looked up at her old housemate.
Ginny nodded. She exited the kitchen for a moment and then returned with a Gryffindor sweatshirt, grey sweatpants and a towel. “Do I want to know why you’ve got nothing underneath?”
Hermione took another breath as she took her clothes off and dried herself. Ginny began to ladle two bowls of clam chowder that she was making for lunch. She placed the two bowls along with a French baguette on the table as Hermione finished putting the warm sweatshirt on. She took a seat looking up at the expectant mother.
“Ginny, can I use your fireplace to floo home?”
“Here eat up,” Ginny said as she handed her friend a spoon.
“Really, Ginny, I should be,” she began but stopped as Ginny raised her eyebrow. She ate a spoonful of the thick soup. “This is good.”
“You could’ve just apparated with your wand,” Ginny said as she placed a drying spell on the wet clothes.
“I,” Hermione stammered. “I don’t have my wand with me.”
“What?!” Ginny asked. The one thing a Wizarding person should not leave without in the Wizarding world was his or her wand.
“I left it up in Draco’s office,” she said as she dipped a piece of bread into her chowder before eating it.
“Draco’s office. You signed the papers in his office?” Ginny asked fishing for information.
Hermione took a gulp. She bit her lower lip. She stood up and went to get something from the pile of drying clothes. She pulled out her wallet.
“Here,” she said showing the Gryffindor the picture her student had e-mailed her.
Ginny studied the picture. She nodded at first and then her eyes were like saucers. “The marriage was sealed?”
“Yeah,” Hermione admitted.
She went on to tell her about vacationing in Hawaii after not being able to get her old teaching job back. She fell in love with the place and found a home in the muggle world in a town called Pearl City on the main island. She got a job teaching Chemistry to high school students.
She told her about finding out that she was pregnant three months after she had left England. She told her about her gay Squib roommate who pretended to be her husband when Draco surprisingly showed up.
Ginny nodded again. “I still don’t get why Draco brought you up to his office.”
“He wanted to confront me about Lois. One thing led to another and,” Hermione looked down at her soup.
Ginny laughed. “You made love up in his office? Where?”
“Not funny, Ginny,” Hermione laughed, too, “On his desk.”
Ginny laughed a little more. They both continued to eat the rest of their meal.
“I know it was stupid, Ginny. He’s getting married on Saturday.”
“Hermione,” the younger woman began. She studied her friend’s face finally realizing something, “You love him, don’t you?”
Hermione couldn’t look her friend in the eye, “It doesn’t matter how I feel about him.”
“Hermione, you have to tell him,” Ginny said as she watched her friend stand.
“Thanks for lunch, Ginny. I should get going,” Hermione said as she started to change back into her now dried clothes.
“You should stay. Mrs. Malfoy’s St. Mungo’s Charity Ball is tonight.”
“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of things. Besides, this is Draco’s weekend. I don’t want to be a distraction.”
“So you did sign the paperwork?”
“He deserves the chance to marry her,” the older witch wiped a tear from her cheek. “He’s waited this long.”
“Hermione,” the redhead began as she looked into her friend’s eyes. She nodded. “He was very lucky to have you, when he did.”
Hermione pulled her friend in for a hug. Hermione looked down at Ginny’s stomach. “You have to owl me when you give birth.”
“I’m sure Ronda and Lois will be playmates,” Ginny said.
“I think Lois would like that,” Hermione kissed Ginny on the cheek before heading into the fireplace.
Hermione finally got her bearings. She sat up and pulled her knees into her chest as she looked at her mother’s headstone. She blinked through the tears and the raindrops.
“It’s over, Mom,” she said. “Fairy tale endings don’t seem to work for me.”
She stood up shakily. She took a deep breath. She would have to get home somehow, without her wand. ‘Ginny,’ she thought. She took a deep breath and pulled her jacket in close as she headed for the muggle entrance of the Leaky Cauldron.
* * *
She rapped on the door in the neighborhood of Godrick Hollow. She waited, shivering as the rain had not let up. The door opened and a very pregnant red-haired Mrs. Thomas stood wide-eyed.
“Hey, Ginny,” the brown haired older witch said weakly.
Ginny pulled her into the house out of the cold. The younger witch looked at her friend and hugged her. Hermione breathed in deeply.
“I got you all wet,” the soaked witch said.
“We have to get you out of that jacket, Hermione,” she said ushering her into the kitchen where she conjured up two cups of tea.
“I don’t have anything underneath,” Hermione admitted hesitantly as she looked up at her old housemate.
Ginny nodded. She exited the kitchen for a moment and then returned with a Gryffindor sweatshirt, grey sweatpants and a towel. “Do I want to know why you’ve got nothing underneath?”
Hermione took another breath as she took her clothes off and dried herself. Ginny began to ladle two bowls of clam chowder that she was making for lunch. She placed the two bowls along with a French baguette on the table as Hermione finished putting the warm sweatshirt on. She took a seat looking up at the expectant mother.
“Ginny, can I use your fireplace to floo home?”
“Here eat up,” Ginny said as she handed her friend a spoon.
“Really, Ginny, I should be,” she began but stopped as Ginny raised her eyebrow. She ate a spoonful of the thick soup. “This is good.”
“You could’ve just apparated with your wand,” Ginny said as she placed a drying spell on the wet clothes.
“I,” Hermione stammered. “I don’t have my wand with me.”
“What?!” Ginny asked. The one thing a Wizarding person should not leave without in the Wizarding world was his or her wand.
“I left it up in Draco’s office,” she said as she dipped a piece of bread into her chowder before eating it.
“Draco’s office. You signed the papers in his office?” Ginny asked fishing for information.
Hermione took a gulp. She bit her lower lip. She stood up and went to get something from the pile of drying clothes. She pulled out her wallet.
“Here,” she said showing the Gryffindor the picture her student had e-mailed her.
Ginny studied the picture. She nodded at first and then her eyes were like saucers. “The marriage was sealed?”
“Yeah,” Hermione admitted.
She went on to tell her about vacationing in Hawaii after not being able to get her old teaching job back. She fell in love with the place and found a home in the muggle world in a town called Pearl City on the main island. She got a job teaching Chemistry to high school students.
She told her about finding out that she was pregnant three months after she had left England. She told her about her gay Squib roommate who pretended to be her husband when Draco surprisingly showed up.
Ginny nodded again. “I still don’t get why Draco brought you up to his office.”
“He wanted to confront me about Lois. One thing led to another and,” Hermione looked down at her soup.
Ginny laughed. “You made love up in his office? Where?”
“Not funny, Ginny,” Hermione laughed, too, “On his desk.”
Ginny laughed a little more. They both continued to eat the rest of their meal.
“I know it was stupid, Ginny. He’s getting married on Saturday.”
“Hermione,” the younger woman began. She studied her friend’s face finally realizing something, “You love him, don’t you?”
Hermione couldn’t look her friend in the eye, “It doesn’t matter how I feel about him.”
“Hermione, you have to tell him,” Ginny said as she watched her friend stand.
“Thanks for lunch, Ginny. I should get going,” Hermione said as she started to change back into her now dried clothes.
“You should stay. Mrs. Malfoy’s St. Mungo’s Charity Ball is tonight.”
“I wouldn’t want to get in the way of things. Besides, this is Draco’s weekend. I don’t want to be a distraction.”
“So you did sign the paperwork?”
“He deserves the chance to marry her,” the older witch wiped a tear from her cheek. “He’s waited this long.”
“Hermione,” the redhead began as she looked into her friend’s eyes. She nodded. “He was very lucky to have you, when he did.”
Hermione pulled her friend in for a hug. Hermione looked down at Ginny’s stomach. “You have to owl me when you give birth.”
“I’m sure Ronda and Lois will be playmates,” Ginny said.
“I think Lois would like that,” Hermione kissed Ginny on the cheek before heading into the fireplace.