Muggle Marriage Law 51599
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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38
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30,193
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82
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cap 29
Cap – at the Station
Even at 10 in the morning, the small bar was teaming with travelers taking a break sipping cocktails. The bartender nodded at the young couple who just entered. Draco smiled at Hermione as he looked into her eyes.
Hermione took a deep breath. She took a step towards him. She fixed his tie for him. “Honestly, I don’t know how you got all the witches at Hogwarts to notice you,” she smiled up at him as she finished adjusting the dark green piece of wardrobe. “There. Now you’re ready to go. You’re already late for your own rehearsal dinner.”
He shook his head, smiling a toothless grin at her. “I’m not marrying Celeste. So it doesn’t matter if I’m already two hours late for it.”
Hermione shut her eyes for a second, in hopes of quelling her tears. “You’ll probably still make the dessert course,” she rationalized his leaving her for the final time.
“You’re not going to let up on this one are you?”
“Draco, you have the chance to move on with your life,” Hermione averted his eyes. She finally looked up. She patted his chest. “I never told you how handsome a groom you were years ago. You’ll be just as handsome tomorrow.”
She felt the tear ducts open as a stream of tears started to flow down her cheek, “You and Celeste are like those characters in those fairy tales my mom and dad used to read to me at bedtime. Prince Charming always gets his Princess, Draco. You and Celeste will live happily ever after.”
“Hermione,” he said as he cupped her chin with his hand, “What is it going to take to get you to believe that Celeste and I don’t belong with each other?”
She pulled in close to him, her palms on his chest, and her cheek against his shirtfront. She felt him take a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. She knew he should have left by now.
She looked back up at him. It was her turn to take in a breath. She pulled away slightly, but not enough to break his grasp. His hands were lightly touching the small of her back.
“Your father’s going to somehow say that it was my fault that you’re not at that dinner,” she tried to laugh as she straightened out his tie again.
“Don’t worry about him,” he laughed as well.
“He loves you, you know. He’s only looking out for your best interest,” Hermione said looking up into the same grey eyes as his father’s, the same as her daughter’s. All he did was nod.
She felt the small wedding band he wore on the chain around his neck through his shirt. For a moment, both rings grazed each other. She looked into his eyes again.
“Family is very important, Draco,” she began.
Draco studied her face. “I know, Hermione,” he said touching her cheek.
“Sometimes familial obligation,” she paused, “makes you do things you normally would not do on your own.
“You married me because of familial obligation,” she looked up at him again. She took a step back. “You’ll marry tomorrow for the same reason.”
“Hermione,” Draco almost whined.
She placed the tips of her hand on his lips. He gasped slightly. He looked into her eyes, searching.
“You should go,” Hermione said. “I’m sure Krank made a great dessert dish.”
Draco looked into her eyes, “I’m already full from breakfast.”
Hermione smiled back. “Say, ‘hi,’ to your mom for me,” she said as she ran her palm over his chest again. “Tell Ginny to owl me after Ronda is born,” she said as Draco nodded his head.
“Hermione,” Draco began.
“Draco, listen,” she interrupted softly. Draco’s eyes grew large.
“Whatever happens tomorrow,” she continued. She breathed in a choked breath. “Lois will always be here for you.”
“Hermione,” Draco said again. She placed her finger on his lips as she looked into his grey eyes.
“You can finally get rid of me,” she smiled sadly. “Even war couldn’t do that.”
“Hermione, I’m not marrying Celeste tomorrow,” he said a little frustrated.
“I know,” she nodded, not stopping a tear from falling. “Go.”
“I feel like you’re taking another piece of my heart with you,” he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Hermione wiped it with her thumb, “Go. You don’t want your Father to curse you with the Cruciatus.”
They both nervously laughed. He looked into her dark brown eyes and realized he didn’t mind being lost in them. He took a deep breath and before she could protest, he pulled her into a deep kiss. She didn’t stop him, nor did she stop herself from returning it.
Hermione finally broke their lip lock. She took a step back from him. “Go,” she said as she gestured to the door under Greenwich Mean Time on the wall with the map of the world on which all the time zones were painted.
Draco nodded, defeated. He entered the doorway and turned to face her. Unlike their departure at the café years ago, she didn’t walk away from him. This time it would be his turn. He did the same thing he did years ago; he closed his eyes as he framed her face for the last time into his memory. He opened his eyes to see that she was still there, watching him intently. She nodded for him to exit. He returned her nod, shut his eyes again and shut the door behind him.
* * *
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. He was gone forever, and it was for the best, she kept trying to tell herself that. She took a step back and turned around. She quickly headed for the muggle exit, almost breaking into a run as she reached the muggle sidewalks. Like that day outside of the café, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.
* * *
After Draco took a step into the Leaky Cauldron, he turned to see the door that he had just walked through disappear, as it should have. A cold sweat suddenly ran over him. He looked at the clock above the bar, 8:15. He would have to face “the music” soon, as Hermione would put it. He pulled his wand out and apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor. He took another deep breath before heading towards the lit dining hall.
Even at 10 in the morning, the small bar was teaming with travelers taking a break sipping cocktails. The bartender nodded at the young couple who just entered. Draco smiled at Hermione as he looked into her eyes.
Hermione took a deep breath. She took a step towards him. She fixed his tie for him. “Honestly, I don’t know how you got all the witches at Hogwarts to notice you,” she smiled up at him as she finished adjusting the dark green piece of wardrobe. “There. Now you’re ready to go. You’re already late for your own rehearsal dinner.”
He shook his head, smiling a toothless grin at her. “I’m not marrying Celeste. So it doesn’t matter if I’m already two hours late for it.”
Hermione shut her eyes for a second, in hopes of quelling her tears. “You’ll probably still make the dessert course,” she rationalized his leaving her for the final time.
“You’re not going to let up on this one are you?”
“Draco, you have the chance to move on with your life,” Hermione averted his eyes. She finally looked up. She patted his chest. “I never told you how handsome a groom you were years ago. You’ll be just as handsome tomorrow.”
She felt the tear ducts open as a stream of tears started to flow down her cheek, “You and Celeste are like those characters in those fairy tales my mom and dad used to read to me at bedtime. Prince Charming always gets his Princess, Draco. You and Celeste will live happily ever after.”
“Hermione,” he said as he cupped her chin with his hand, “What is it going to take to get you to believe that Celeste and I don’t belong with each other?”
She pulled in close to him, her palms on his chest, and her cheek against his shirtfront. She felt him take a deep breath. He wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. She knew he should have left by now.
She looked back up at him. It was her turn to take in a breath. She pulled away slightly, but not enough to break his grasp. His hands were lightly touching the small of her back.
“Your father’s going to somehow say that it was my fault that you’re not at that dinner,” she tried to laugh as she straightened out his tie again.
“Don’t worry about him,” he laughed as well.
“He loves you, you know. He’s only looking out for your best interest,” Hermione said looking up into the same grey eyes as his father’s, the same as her daughter’s. All he did was nod.
She felt the small wedding band he wore on the chain around his neck through his shirt. For a moment, both rings grazed each other. She looked into his eyes again.
“Family is very important, Draco,” she began.
Draco studied her face. “I know, Hermione,” he said touching her cheek.
“Sometimes familial obligation,” she paused, “makes you do things you normally would not do on your own.
“You married me because of familial obligation,” she looked up at him again. She took a step back. “You’ll marry tomorrow for the same reason.”
“Hermione,” Draco almost whined.
She placed the tips of her hand on his lips. He gasped slightly. He looked into her eyes, searching.
“You should go,” Hermione said. “I’m sure Krank made a great dessert dish.”
Draco looked into her eyes, “I’m already full from breakfast.”
Hermione smiled back. “Say, ‘hi,’ to your mom for me,” she said as she ran her palm over his chest again. “Tell Ginny to owl me after Ronda is born,” she said as Draco nodded his head.
“Hermione,” Draco began.
“Draco, listen,” she interrupted softly. Draco’s eyes grew large.
“Whatever happens tomorrow,” she continued. She breathed in a choked breath. “Lois will always be here for you.”
“Hermione,” Draco said again. She placed her finger on his lips as she looked into his grey eyes.
“You can finally get rid of me,” she smiled sadly. “Even war couldn’t do that.”
“Hermione, I’m not marrying Celeste tomorrow,” he said a little frustrated.
“I know,” she nodded, not stopping a tear from falling. “Go.”
“I feel like you’re taking another piece of my heart with you,” he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Hermione wiped it with her thumb, “Go. You don’t want your Father to curse you with the Cruciatus.”
They both nervously laughed. He looked into her dark brown eyes and realized he didn’t mind being lost in them. He took a deep breath and before she could protest, he pulled her into a deep kiss. She didn’t stop him, nor did she stop herself from returning it.
Hermione finally broke their lip lock. She took a step back from him. “Go,” she said as she gestured to the door under Greenwich Mean Time on the wall with the map of the world on which all the time zones were painted.
Draco nodded, defeated. He entered the doorway and turned to face her. Unlike their departure at the café years ago, she didn’t walk away from him. This time it would be his turn. He did the same thing he did years ago; he closed his eyes as he framed her face for the last time into his memory. He opened his eyes to see that she was still there, watching him intently. She nodded for him to exit. He returned her nod, shut his eyes again and shut the door behind him.
* * *
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. He was gone forever, and it was for the best, she kept trying to tell herself that. She took a step back and turned around. She quickly headed for the muggle exit, almost breaking into a run as she reached the muggle sidewalks. Like that day outside of the café, she couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks.
* * *
After Draco took a step into the Leaky Cauldron, he turned to see the door that he had just walked through disappear, as it should have. A cold sweat suddenly ran over him. He looked at the clock above the bar, 8:15. He would have to face “the music” soon, as Hermione would put it. He pulled his wand out and apparated into the foyer of Malfoy Manor. He took another deep breath before heading towards the lit dining hall.