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:
30,195
Reviews:
82
Recommended:
1
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 31
Saturday midnight HST
Hermione sat up quickly and turned on the light next to her bed. Another set of soft taps sounded at her door. She quickly wiped at her cheeks. She knew her eyes were quite puffy already.
“Come in, Lois,” the young mother said.
The little girl popped her head into her mother’s room. “Hi, Mom,” the little brown haired child said softly. She looked just like her mother when she was her age, everything except her large grey eyes.
“Come here,” Hermione said, tapping the empty side of her bed. The young child ran and jumped up onto her mother’s bed.
The young girl leaned into her mother’s embrace. Hermione hugged her daughter and kissed her on the top of her head.
“Are you all right, Mommy?” the two year old looked upwards.
“I’m fine, Kiddo,” her mother lied.
The young girl studied her mother’s face. “You’re crying about Daddy, aren’t you?”
Hermione smiled. She framed the young girl’s face with her hands. She took a deep breath. “I love you, you know that.”
The young girl nodded. “Mommy, everything is going to be fine. Daddy has to take care of some stuff and then everything is going to be okay.”
Hermione pulled the child into her arms and cradled her there for a moment. She looked into the same eyes as her ex-husband. “What are you still doing up, Kiddo,” she said, rocking the child.
The young girl yawned as it was already 12:01 Saturday morning. “I heard you crying through the walls.”
Hermione held her tighter. She couldn’t stop the tears that were welling up. Lois looked up into her mother’s face. It was the girl’s turn to frame her mother’s face. She wiped her cheeks with her small palms.
“Lois, Daddy just came for a visit,” she looked into her daughter’s eyes. “He’s getting married today.”
The young girl canted her head a little confused. She looked into her mother’s eyes.
“Daddy,” Hermione paused as she tried to search for the right words. “You’re going to have another mommy.”
“Hmmph,” the young girl said lying back into Hermione’s arms. Hermione couldn’t help smiling.
“He found someone that he loves. We should be happy for him. Grandpa Lucius likes your father’s choice. Celeste Profesi is a blonde haired, blue eyed, beautiful Pureblood, kiddo.”
“Just like Daddy,” the young girl said softly.
“Kiddo, your Daddy and I love you very much.”
“But you don’t love each other,” the perceptive two year old said.
Hermione didn’t know what to say at first. She took in a deep breath. “When you’re older, and I mean much older, you’ll understand how love works,” the young mother looked at the confused child.
“Sometimes,” Hermione paused, “It doesn’t matter how you feel about someone; family plays a big part in decisions of the heart.”
“Grampa and Grandma Granger didn’t like Daddy?” Lois asked innocently.
“Oh, baby, I’m sure if they were alive they would have liked him,” Hermione said sincerely, looking at her daughter.
“Grampa Lucius and Grandma Narcissa didn’t like you.”
“Lois,” the brunette witch began. She looked away from the child for a moment. “You would like your Grandma Narcissa. She’s a nice lady.”
“But Grandpa?”
“Lois. Your Grandpa Lucius is what we would call in the muggle world, ‘Old School’,” Hermione began. “There was a time when some wizards and witches believed that . . . people like me didn’t have the right to do magic. And they hated us for it.”
“Grampa’s one of them,” little girl said softly.
Hermione gulped. She studied the little girl’s face realizing what the young girl was thinking. “Grampa would love you no matter what.”
“But I’m your daughter, Mom.”
Hermione choked back a sob. She hugged the girl again. “Mommy, do you love Daddy?” the young girl asked.
Hermione gulped. Lois waited patiently as her grey eyes pierced through Hermione’s chocolate ones. “Yes.”
“Do I have to call her Mommy, too?” the little girl asked.
Hermione laughed shaking her head. She kissed the little child on the head. The little girl’s eyes fluttered closed. She fell asleep as Hermione rocked her.
Hermione sat up quickly and turned on the light next to her bed. Another set of soft taps sounded at her door. She quickly wiped at her cheeks. She knew her eyes were quite puffy already.
“Come in, Lois,” the young mother said.
The little girl popped her head into her mother’s room. “Hi, Mom,” the little brown haired child said softly. She looked just like her mother when she was her age, everything except her large grey eyes.
“Come here,” Hermione said, tapping the empty side of her bed. The young child ran and jumped up onto her mother’s bed.
The young girl leaned into her mother’s embrace. Hermione hugged her daughter and kissed her on the top of her head.
“Are you all right, Mommy?” the two year old looked upwards.
“I’m fine, Kiddo,” her mother lied.
The young girl studied her mother’s face. “You’re crying about Daddy, aren’t you?”
Hermione smiled. She framed the young girl’s face with her hands. She took a deep breath. “I love you, you know that.”
The young girl nodded. “Mommy, everything is going to be fine. Daddy has to take care of some stuff and then everything is going to be okay.”
Hermione pulled the child into her arms and cradled her there for a moment. She looked into the same eyes as her ex-husband. “What are you still doing up, Kiddo,” she said, rocking the child.
The young girl yawned as it was already 12:01 Saturday morning. “I heard you crying through the walls.”
Hermione held her tighter. She couldn’t stop the tears that were welling up. Lois looked up into her mother’s face. It was the girl’s turn to frame her mother’s face. She wiped her cheeks with her small palms.
“Lois, Daddy just came for a visit,” she looked into her daughter’s eyes. “He’s getting married today.”
The young girl canted her head a little confused. She looked into her mother’s eyes.
“Daddy,” Hermione paused as she tried to search for the right words. “You’re going to have another mommy.”
“Hmmph,” the young girl said lying back into Hermione’s arms. Hermione couldn’t help smiling.
“He found someone that he loves. We should be happy for him. Grandpa Lucius likes your father’s choice. Celeste Profesi is a blonde haired, blue eyed, beautiful Pureblood, kiddo.”
“Just like Daddy,” the young girl said softly.
“Kiddo, your Daddy and I love you very much.”
“But you don’t love each other,” the perceptive two year old said.
Hermione didn’t know what to say at first. She took in a deep breath. “When you’re older, and I mean much older, you’ll understand how love works,” the young mother looked at the confused child.
“Sometimes,” Hermione paused, “It doesn’t matter how you feel about someone; family plays a big part in decisions of the heart.”
“Grampa and Grandma Granger didn’t like Daddy?” Lois asked innocently.
“Oh, baby, I’m sure if they were alive they would have liked him,” Hermione said sincerely, looking at her daughter.
“Grampa Lucius and Grandma Narcissa didn’t like you.”
“Lois,” the brunette witch began. She looked away from the child for a moment. “You would like your Grandma Narcissa. She’s a nice lady.”
“But Grandpa?”
“Lois. Your Grandpa Lucius is what we would call in the muggle world, ‘Old School’,” Hermione began. “There was a time when some wizards and witches believed that . . . people like me didn’t have the right to do magic. And they hated us for it.”
“Grampa’s one of them,” little girl said softly.
Hermione gulped. She studied the little girl’s face realizing what the young girl was thinking. “Grampa would love you no matter what.”
“But I’m your daughter, Mom.”
Hermione choked back a sob. She hugged the girl again. “Mommy, do you love Daddy?” the young girl asked.
Hermione gulped. Lois waited patiently as her grey eyes pierced through Hermione’s chocolate ones. “Yes.”
“Do I have to call her Mommy, too?” the little girl asked.
Hermione laughed shaking her head. She kissed the little child on the head. The little girl’s eyes fluttered closed. She fell asleep as Hermione rocked her.