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:
30,191
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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Cap – st mungo’s
Draco had opted to wear a muggle tuxedo to his mother’s charity ball. He straightened his green tie, as he looked into the trophy case right outside of the ballroom. He took in a breath as he thought of the muggle born witch. He entered the ballroom and made a beeline toward the main table.
Dean stood up and shook his co-worker’s hand. Draco took the seat in between the tall dark man and his fiancée. To Celeste’s left was Corey Reimers who chose to come stag to the function. Draco looked at his old housemate and breathed in.
“Ah, Draco, you made it,” his mother nodded at him.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Mother,” Draco smiled.
“Ginny tells us that Hermione couldn’t make it,” Mrs. Malfoy said sincerely. “That’s too bad.”
“Yeah,” Draco said nodding at Ginny. He ate a spoonful of soup. He took a deep breath. Krank must have been inspired.
He smiled remembering her entrance three years ago. He had held his breath as he watched her cascade into the room. She walked in with feigned confidence that only he knew she didn’t have. She could sure wear her House Colors, he thought.
“Hey,” Dean said nudging Draco, “You all right?”
Draco shook himself out of his daydream. He smiled, “Yeah.”
Dean looked at his friend, squinting at him. “This is going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?”
Draco laughed. He continued with his dinner as conversation filtered throughout the ballroom.
* * *
It didn’t even bother him as he watched his former Slytherin Housemate nuzzle his fiancée. He took a sip of his fire whiskey before leaving it on the table. He headed for the couple.
“May I cut in?” Draco addressed the blonde wizard.
Corey Reimers looked him up and down and then conceded. He watched as Draco whisked the blond fashion model away.
“You look great, Celeste,” he said making conversation as he commented on the deep emerald sleeveless dress the young witch had on.
Celeste studied his face. She was a bit disarmed at how his expression showed disinterest.
“Draco, what’s going on?” Celeste looked into his face.
Draco looked at her and breathed. He leaned into her cheek and in the most sincere tone, “I’m not marrying you on Saturday.”
The smile on her face suddenly changed to a frown. She pushed him off and slapped him across the face. “What the fuck are you saying?”
“Such language, Celeste,” Draco smirked. “I can’t marry you on Saturday.”
By this time, the guests dancing near them stopped to watch what was unfolding. They looked curiously, as to how this was going to play out.
“This has something to do with that filthy Mudblood, doesn’t it?!” she fumed.
Draco took a deep breath. It took every ounce of will not to round on her.
“I’m not in love with you, Celeste. I have to follow my heart this time,” he said excusing himself from the stunned ballroom.
Ginny and Dean looked at each other. They both shrugged. They continued to dance, smiling to themselves.
Draco had opted to wear a muggle tuxedo to his mother’s charity ball. He straightened his green tie, as he looked into the trophy case right outside of the ballroom. He took in a breath as he thought of the muggle born witch. He entered the ballroom and made a beeline toward the main table.
Dean stood up and shook his co-worker’s hand. Draco took the seat in between the tall dark man and his fiancée. To Celeste’s left was Corey Reimers who chose to come stag to the function. Draco looked at his old housemate and breathed in.
“Ah, Draco, you made it,” his mother nodded at him.
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, Mother,” Draco smiled.
“Ginny tells us that Hermione couldn’t make it,” Mrs. Malfoy said sincerely. “That’s too bad.”
“Yeah,” Draco said nodding at Ginny. He ate a spoonful of soup. He took a deep breath. Krank must have been inspired.
He smiled remembering her entrance three years ago. He had held his breath as he watched her cascade into the room. She walked in with feigned confidence that only he knew she didn’t have. She could sure wear her House Colors, he thought.
“Hey,” Dean said nudging Draco, “You all right?”
Draco shook himself out of his daydream. He smiled, “Yeah.”
Dean looked at his friend, squinting at him. “This is going to be a long weekend, isn’t it?”
Draco laughed. He continued with his dinner as conversation filtered throughout the ballroom.
* * *
It didn’t even bother him as he watched his former Slytherin Housemate nuzzle his fiancée. He took a sip of his fire whiskey before leaving it on the table. He headed for the couple.
“May I cut in?” Draco addressed the blonde wizard.
Corey Reimers looked him up and down and then conceded. He watched as Draco whisked the blond fashion model away.
“You look great, Celeste,” he said making conversation as he commented on the deep emerald sleeveless dress the young witch had on.
Celeste studied his face. She was a bit disarmed at how his expression showed disinterest.
“Draco, what’s going on?” Celeste looked into his face.
Draco looked at her and breathed. He leaned into her cheek and in the most sincere tone, “I’m not marrying you on Saturday.”
The smile on her face suddenly changed to a frown. She pushed him off and slapped him across the face. “What the fuck are you saying?”
“Such language, Celeste,” Draco smirked. “I can’t marry you on Saturday.”
By this time, the guests dancing near them stopped to watch what was unfolding. They looked curiously, as to how this was going to play out.
“This has something to do with that filthy Mudblood, doesn’t it?!” she fumed.
Draco took a deep breath. It took every ounce of will not to round on her.
“I’m not in love with you, Celeste. I have to follow my heart this time,” he said excusing himself from the stunned ballroom.
Ginny and Dean looked at each other. They both shrugged. They continued to dance, smiling to themselves.