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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30,164
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82
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The morning after
She blinked to get used to the low light in the room. Light from the moon filtered through the thin white curtain. Even during her days at Hogwarts, she was an early riser. The digital numbers on her wrist watch read 5:30 a.m. She moved slowly onto her back and clenched her jaw as the pain rushed up her spine.
She looked to her right and everything that happened the night before rushed back. She slowly got out of bed, making sure not to wake him. She made her way slowly to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
The room automatically lit. Her eyes fluttered as she got used to the light. She looked down at her nude body. She gasped and had to hold onto the sink counter. She saw the dried blood trail that ran down the inside of her thigh and the handprint on her stomach. She took a deep breath. “Oh, God,” she said to herself as she looked in the mirror, tears flowed.
* * *
She allowed herself a few extra minutes under the stream of hot water that almost worked like a deep muscle massage. Professor “Madeye” Moody had stressed that the effects of the cruciatus were painful and lingering.
She shut the water off and breathed in. If last night was an indication of what life would be like with Draco, she wondered how she would survive. She quickly dried herself with a towel and wrapped it around her body. She pulled another towel and dried her hair as much as she could. If she had had her wand, she would have easily uttered a simple drying spell.
She placed the towel she had used to dry her hair into the hamper. She took a deep breath as she had caught a glimpse of the gold wedding band that Draco had placed on her left ring finger.
She had seen the hate in his stormy grey eyes as he placed the small cylindrical muggle gold band on her. She had placed an identical gold band on his finger, only it was a wizarding piece. She remembered how he had pulled his hand from hers immediately after she had placed the ring on him as if he would have caught something contagious if he allowed her to touch him longer.
Hermione shook herself out of her daze. She tiptoed back into the room. For a second, she watched him sleep. He lay on his back. The silk sheet covered him up to the waist. She watched his chest rise and fall. He actually looked angelic asleep; handsomely angelic.
If things had been different, she would have probably considered herself lucky. Any witch, Pureblood, half blood, or muggle born would have salivated at the prospect of being in her position. But, that was just it, they were different, too different. She sighed quietly.
She picked out a pair of relaxed fit Levis blue jeans and a light blue V-neck t-shirt. If she had to be there, she may as well be comfortable.
She walked out into the hallway. She didn’t remember the long walk down the hall as Mrs. Malfoy, or Mom as she had insisted Hermione call her, led her to Draco’s room at the very end of the hall after dinner. They had left her new Father-in-law and Draco to talk.
Her new Mother-in-law pulled her into a hug. The older witch looked into large dark brown eyes that filled with trepidation. “Welcome to the family, Hermione,” the witch had said as she gave her daughter-in-law another hug before leaving her alone to get used to her new surroundings.
Hermione walked down the hall slowly, studying the moving portraits and peeking into each of the rooms that she had bypassed the night before. The hall had reminded her of the halls at the school she had been teaching for the past three years before coming back into the war effort. The Manor, next to Hogwarts Castle was probably the largest residence in which she had stayed. For a moment, she actually felt sorry for the ferret boy. He had so much to have to choose from that it wasn’t really his fault that he was such a brat.
She stopped in front a display case filled with Draco’s Quidditch memorabilia. His Seventh Year seeker jersey hung in a glass case along side the award for being the best seeker that year. He had beaten out Harry Potter for the award. Probably by default, Hermione thought to herself, as she remembered Harry appeared as if he were sandbagging.
Draco was the key piece in the puzzle against Voldemort. The Order would have needed him as an ally somewhere down the line; eight long years down the line as the Dark Lord was defeated. Along the way, Ronald Weasley had died in the cause as did the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. She was the only one of the “Golden Trio” to survive.
And what did the wizarding world get to show for the victory? Muggle Marriage Law 51599 was drafted, ratified, and implemented as a means to “blur the bloodlines and to allow the World to mend itself.”
She laughed. She looked up to the ceiling, ‘This is some sick joke, right, Harry, Ron; just to get back at me for being a know-it-all, right.’ She felt the tear fall onto her wedding band. She took a deep breath and wiped her cheeks.
She moved past Draco’s Quidditch display and entered the door next to it. She took in a sharp breath. She pushed the door behind her, leaving it ajar. She took a deep breath, allowing the scent of the leather bindings to waft into her olfactory senses. It reminded her of the library at Hogwarts.
She ran her finger over the bindings of the books in the shelf next to the door. She smiled at the wizarding titles. She turned to look at the vastness of the library. High bay windows, blocked by drapes, lined the wall opposite the door. There were two couches facing each other perpendicular to a large desk. In front of the desk and in between the couches was a rather large round black plush rug with an emerald green dragon on it.
She moved to skim over the titles behind the large desk. She stopped for a moment, smirking just as Draco would have. Hogwarts textbooks filled four full rows. Transfiguration texts shared the same row as Care of Magical Creatures. She canted her head at the long row of Defense against the Dark Arts material. Arithmancy, one of her favorite subjects also had its own row. But what actually made her crack a smile was the row of Potions textbooks.
She pulled out First Year Potions: an Introduction. ‘He had kept all of these textbooks,’ she thought to herself as she thumbed through his book with handwritten notes on the sides. She ran her fingertip over his notes and then took a breath.
Many had thought that Professor Severus Snape was the biggest prat to have ever graced the halls of Hogwarts. Even Hermione thought he could be over-the-top sometimes. But for all the posturing, she truly respected the wizard. In fact, if they were anyone she could credit for her being a Chemistry teacher, it was he. Of course, she would never admit it out loud.
She sighed again as she replaced the familiar book into the shelf. She looked at another shelf full of wizarding fairy stories. She pulled one out and found her way to the plush rug. She gave the dragon another look. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?” she asked the inanimate creature aloud before she lay down on him. She breathed in, closing her eyes. It felt nice underneath her. She cracked open the wizarding book and started to read about the poor young witch who had won the heart of the wealthy wizarding prince.
* * *
“Mrs. Malfoy,” the small elf came running into the library, as she was midway through the story. For a moment, she hadn’t realized the small creature was referring to her. She quickly sat up, placing the book gently on the floor.
“What is it, uh,” she looked directly at the elf.
“Blorg, ma’am,” the elf said hurriedly. He took hold of the witch’s hand. “Master Malfoy is about to pitch a fit if you don’t join them for breakfast.”
She got up. She looked at her watch, 8:00. She had been in the library for at least two hours.
“Blorg, I’m not really very hungry,” Hermione said as she followed the elf.
“Missus,” the house elf started, ignoring her cringe. “Mr. Lucious Malfoy will take it as an affront if you don’t show.”
“Okay, Blorg,” Hermione said as the little elf left her to trail after him. She shut her eyes. What would he do? Kill her at the table, torture her, curse her . . . humiliate her even further? She breathed in again and headed to the large dining hall she had eaten dinner in the previous night.
She blinked to get used to the low light in the room. Light from the moon filtered through the thin white curtain. Even during her days at Hogwarts, she was an early riser. The digital numbers on her wrist watch read 5:30 a.m. She moved slowly onto her back and clenched her jaw as the pain rushed up her spine.
She looked to her right and everything that happened the night before rushed back. She slowly got out of bed, making sure not to wake him. She made her way slowly to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
The room automatically lit. Her eyes fluttered as she got used to the light. She looked down at her nude body. She gasped and had to hold onto the sink counter. She saw the dried blood trail that ran down the inside of her thigh and the handprint on her stomach. She took a deep breath. “Oh, God,” she said to herself as she looked in the mirror, tears flowed.
* * *
She allowed herself a few extra minutes under the stream of hot water that almost worked like a deep muscle massage. Professor “Madeye” Moody had stressed that the effects of the cruciatus were painful and lingering.
She shut the water off and breathed in. If last night was an indication of what life would be like with Draco, she wondered how she would survive. She quickly dried herself with a towel and wrapped it around her body. She pulled another towel and dried her hair as much as she could. If she had had her wand, she would have easily uttered a simple drying spell.
She placed the towel she had used to dry her hair into the hamper. She took a deep breath as she had caught a glimpse of the gold wedding band that Draco had placed on her left ring finger.
She had seen the hate in his stormy grey eyes as he placed the small cylindrical muggle gold band on her. She had placed an identical gold band on his finger, only it was a wizarding piece. She remembered how he had pulled his hand from hers immediately after she had placed the ring on him as if he would have caught something contagious if he allowed her to touch him longer.
Hermione shook herself out of her daze. She tiptoed back into the room. For a second, she watched him sleep. He lay on his back. The silk sheet covered him up to the waist. She watched his chest rise and fall. He actually looked angelic asleep; handsomely angelic.
If things had been different, she would have probably considered herself lucky. Any witch, Pureblood, half blood, or muggle born would have salivated at the prospect of being in her position. But, that was just it, they were different, too different. She sighed quietly.
She picked out a pair of relaxed fit Levis blue jeans and a light blue V-neck t-shirt. If she had to be there, she may as well be comfortable.
She walked out into the hallway. She didn’t remember the long walk down the hall as Mrs. Malfoy, or Mom as she had insisted Hermione call her, led her to Draco’s room at the very end of the hall after dinner. They had left her new Father-in-law and Draco to talk.
Her new Mother-in-law pulled her into a hug. The older witch looked into large dark brown eyes that filled with trepidation. “Welcome to the family, Hermione,” the witch had said as she gave her daughter-in-law another hug before leaving her alone to get used to her new surroundings.
Hermione walked down the hall slowly, studying the moving portraits and peeking into each of the rooms that she had bypassed the night before. The hall had reminded her of the halls at the school she had been teaching for the past three years before coming back into the war effort. The Manor, next to Hogwarts Castle was probably the largest residence in which she had stayed. For a moment, she actually felt sorry for the ferret boy. He had so much to have to choose from that it wasn’t really his fault that he was such a brat.
She stopped in front a display case filled with Draco’s Quidditch memorabilia. His Seventh Year seeker jersey hung in a glass case along side the award for being the best seeker that year. He had beaten out Harry Potter for the award. Probably by default, Hermione thought to herself, as she remembered Harry appeared as if he were sandbagging.
Draco was the key piece in the puzzle against Voldemort. The Order would have needed him as an ally somewhere down the line; eight long years down the line as the Dark Lord was defeated. Along the way, Ronald Weasley had died in the cause as did the boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. She was the only one of the “Golden Trio” to survive.
And what did the wizarding world get to show for the victory? Muggle Marriage Law 51599 was drafted, ratified, and implemented as a means to “blur the bloodlines and to allow the World to mend itself.”
She laughed. She looked up to the ceiling, ‘This is some sick joke, right, Harry, Ron; just to get back at me for being a know-it-all, right.’ She felt the tear fall onto her wedding band. She took a deep breath and wiped her cheeks.
She moved past Draco’s Quidditch display and entered the door next to it. She took in a sharp breath. She pushed the door behind her, leaving it ajar. She took a deep breath, allowing the scent of the leather bindings to waft into her olfactory senses. It reminded her of the library at Hogwarts.
She ran her finger over the bindings of the books in the shelf next to the door. She smiled at the wizarding titles. She turned to look at the vastness of the library. High bay windows, blocked by drapes, lined the wall opposite the door. There were two couches facing each other perpendicular to a large desk. In front of the desk and in between the couches was a rather large round black plush rug with an emerald green dragon on it.
She moved to skim over the titles behind the large desk. She stopped for a moment, smirking just as Draco would have. Hogwarts textbooks filled four full rows. Transfiguration texts shared the same row as Care of Magical Creatures. She canted her head at the long row of Defense against the Dark Arts material. Arithmancy, one of her favorite subjects also had its own row. But what actually made her crack a smile was the row of Potions textbooks.
She pulled out First Year Potions: an Introduction. ‘He had kept all of these textbooks,’ she thought to herself as she thumbed through his book with handwritten notes on the sides. She ran her fingertip over his notes and then took a breath.
Many had thought that Professor Severus Snape was the biggest prat to have ever graced the halls of Hogwarts. Even Hermione thought he could be over-the-top sometimes. But for all the posturing, she truly respected the wizard. In fact, if they were anyone she could credit for her being a Chemistry teacher, it was he. Of course, she would never admit it out loud.
She sighed again as she replaced the familiar book into the shelf. She looked at another shelf full of wizarding fairy stories. She pulled one out and found her way to the plush rug. She gave the dragon another look. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you?” she asked the inanimate creature aloud before she lay down on him. She breathed in, closing her eyes. It felt nice underneath her. She cracked open the wizarding book and started to read about the poor young witch who had won the heart of the wealthy wizarding prince.
* * *
“Mrs. Malfoy,” the small elf came running into the library, as she was midway through the story. For a moment, she hadn’t realized the small creature was referring to her. She quickly sat up, placing the book gently on the floor.
“What is it, uh,” she looked directly at the elf.
“Blorg, ma’am,” the elf said hurriedly. He took hold of the witch’s hand. “Master Malfoy is about to pitch a fit if you don’t join them for breakfast.”
She got up. She looked at her watch, 8:00. She had been in the library for at least two hours.
“Blorg, I’m not really very hungry,” Hermione said as she followed the elf.
“Missus,” the house elf started, ignoring her cringe. “Mr. Lucious Malfoy will take it as an affront if you don’t show.”
“Okay, Blorg,” Hermione said as the little elf left her to trail after him. She shut her eyes. What would he do? Kill her at the table, torture her, curse her . . . humiliate her even further? She breathed in again and headed to the large dining hall she had eaten dinner in the previous night.