Muggle Marriage Law 51599
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
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38
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30,197
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82
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“Hey, you’re up,” Jon smiled at his Wizarding friend. “Coffee’s ready.”
She peeked at her watch. It read 7:20 a.m. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added some cream and sugar before taking a sip. She took a deep breath.
“Life goes on, Hermione,” he said standing next to her as he leaned against the counter. Hermione just nodded.
She took another deep breath before giving him a weak smile. “I’d better start breakfast.”
* * *
The clock on the coffee machine read 7:35 as the eggs in the fry pan were ready to flip. Jon pulled the toast out of the toaster and set it on the table.
“So, Mike’s out of town again?” Hermione asked as she removed the lone serving of eggs and cracked two more into the pan.
“Yeah, his work keeps him busy,” the young English teacher smiled. “Besides, it gives me more time to spend with my favorite dysfunctional Wizarding family.”
“Ha ha ha,” Hermione smiled.
They both turned to see the small child looking expectantly. She held what looked to be an oversized white envelope.
“There was a big bird at your window,” the brown haired child said softly.
Both Jon and Hermione looked at each other. Jon quickly went past the small child heading to Hermione’s room. Hermione knelt in front of Lois as she quickly took the envelope from her while making sure her daughter wasn’t hurt. She looked at the front of the envelope. It read, Hermione, Lois and Guest. She gulped as she stood up.
“Kiddo,” Hermione caught her breath as Jon came out of the bedroom shaking his head. “Why don’t you go see what cartoons are on, right now?”
The little child gave her mother a strange look. She rarely ever allowed her to watch Saturday morning cartoons. But the look in her mother’s eyes told her she probably shouldn’t question her. The little child nodded and headed towards the couch as she gave her uncle Jon and her mother one last look back.
Hermione’s eyes grew larger than they already were as she opened the envelope. Jon looked over her shoulder and read silently as she read aloud.
“Mrs. Malfoy and I request your presence along with Lois at Malfoy Manor to celebrate the most important day in Draco’s life,” Hermione gulped. “The envelope is a port key that will bring you to Malfoy Manor. We will be expecting you within the hour.”
The invitation was signed by Lucius Malfoy. Hermione couldn’t stop a tear from falling onto the parchment. “He knows where we live,” she said.
“I guess we’re going to a wedding, huh,” Jon said, breaking the silence. She looked up at him.
“You don’t have to come, Jon. This isn’t your problem,” she sniffled. Lois looked at her uncle and mom. Uncle Jon brought her mother into his chest for a long hug.
“Hey, what are friends for?” he said into her cheek.
* * *
Lois sat on the couch in a sundress that had the most incredible shades of green. Her uncle Jon sat next to her all dressed up in a blue Armani suit.
“You look beautiful Kiddo,” Jon said, patting the little child on the head.
“Uncle Jon,” the little girl looked up at her mom’s friend. “Do you think Grampa will hate me, too?”
“Oh, Kiddo,” Jon said picking up the young girl and placing her on his lap. “I don’t think anyone could hate you. You’ll be surprised how powerful family blood lines can be.”
Lois looked straight into the squib’s eyes. Then nodded as if she understood what he meant. They both stood up as Hermione entered the small living room.
“Wow,” Lois said wide eyed.
Jon whistled. “Wow, you look amazing, Hermione,” he said as he approached her. “Burgundy. That’s a bold choice.”
“I’d better go change,” she said uneasy as she realized she had chosen to wear her House colors as she looked down at her gold wrap.
“Are you kidding? You look great, Hermione,” the young man said smiling as he squeezed her hands reassuringly. “You’d even make me have a non-gay moment.”
Hermione tried to pull out of his grip. He smiled at her again. He raised her chin with his finger. “Really Hermione, you look beautiful. If Draco is going to choose Celeste over you, well, he’s going to have to see what he’s going to be missing.”
Lois tugged gently at Hermione’s ankle length dress. The little grey-eyed young lady smiled up at her mother.
“Two beautiful Grangers,” Jon said, holding the make shift gift basket as he took Hermione by the hand and handed her the envelope. She tapped her purse making sure the thin stick was there; just in case. She took a deep breath before she nodded. She pulled Lois up into her arms as the two adults took hold of the envelope at the same time.
A flash of light and a tugging of their navels occurred. The spinning finally stopped. The three found themselves in front of a very large and spanning mansion.
“Are you all right?” Hermione asked Jon.
“Yeah, I forgot how that felt,” Jon said dusting himself off unnecessarily. “You two okay?”
The two Grangers nodded. They all turned to the doorway as a beautiful older witch appeared.
“Hermione,” the older witch took the brown haired witch into her arms. “Welcome home.”
Hermione was speechless for a moment as she tried to blink back tears. “Mrs. Malfoy,” she was finally able to get out.
Mrs. Malfoy held her at arms length so she could look at her, “Hermione.”
Hermione gave her a weak smile. “Mom, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine. Jonathan Diego. He teaches English at the school I teach in Hawaii,” Hermione said as Jon shook Mrs. Malfoy’s hand. Lois slipped her small hand into Hermione’s as the little girl looked up at the elder witch.
Hermione picked up the small child. She looked from her to the expectant older witch. “Mom, I,” she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. She paused for a moment to compose herself, “I’d like you to meet Lois.”
Mrs. Malfoy held both of her arms out to the child. Without a thought and to Hermione’s slight surprise the young girl went into her grandmother’s embrace. “Grandma,” the little girl said.
It was the older witch’s turn to shed tears. Hermione couldn’t stop from shedding more tears either. Jon felt a little uncomfortable until Mrs. Malfoy got a hold of herself. She looked from her granddaughter to Hermione.
“Well, we’d better get to the backyard. Everybody’s been waiting,” Mrs. Malfoy said smiling as she led the guests into the foyer.
“I got Draco,” Hermione began, “Draco and Celeste a gift basket; Hawaii products. Draco likes the coffee. I’m sure she will, too.”
Mrs. Malfoy smiled as she waved them forward, allowing the two year old to walk on her own. They walked towards the mountain of wedding gifts. Hermione placed her gift basket at the edge of the pile. Jon ushered her towards Mrs. Malfoy. They continued.
* * *
Five minutes earlier
“Here,” Draco said as they entered Malfoy manor. He handed Dean a cigar. Dean was all smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already led Ginny and the newborn past the wedding presents.
“You’re very lucky, Dean,” Draco smiled at his best friend. “You’ll get to watch your daughter grow up to be an amazing young witch.”
Dean smiled at him, “Thanks, Draco.”
“Draco, Dean,” Mr. Malfoy entered the foyer. “Dean, why don’t you join the other guests? I’d like to speak with my son.”
Draco grew pale. What did his father mean by the other guests? Mr. Malfoy put his arm around his son and ushered him into his den.
Lucius shut the door behind the two of them. “What did you mean, Dad, about the other guests,” the younger wizard asked looking into the same steely eyes.
“Of course,” Mr. Malfoy crossed his arms. “I said there would be a ceremony today, didn’t I?”
Draco looked down. “Of course,” the younger wizard sounded crestfallen. “You’ve finally come to your senses then.”
“A Malfoy always does find his composure, Son. Now pull yourself together, Draco. Straighten your robes. Your bride is waiting.”
Draco gritted his teeth. But he also knew there was no way out. Maybe Mr. Profesi had struck a deal with his father. The idea of spending the rest of his life with a witch that was just as pompous as he used to be almost made him wretch. He swallowed the bile that was at the back of his throat.
Draco did as his father asked. He straightened his robes. He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked straight at his father keeping his chin up before walking past him as he headed towards the backyard.
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A/N - I think this story is almost done. Maybe a couple more chapters. What do you guys think so far?
“Hey, you’re up,” Jon smiled at his Wizarding friend. “Coffee’s ready.”
She peeked at her watch. It read 7:20 a.m. She poured herself a cup of coffee and added some cream and sugar before taking a sip. She took a deep breath.
“Life goes on, Hermione,” he said standing next to her as he leaned against the counter. Hermione just nodded.
She took another deep breath before giving him a weak smile. “I’d better start breakfast.”
* * *
The clock on the coffee machine read 7:35 as the eggs in the fry pan were ready to flip. Jon pulled the toast out of the toaster and set it on the table.
“So, Mike’s out of town again?” Hermione asked as she removed the lone serving of eggs and cracked two more into the pan.
“Yeah, his work keeps him busy,” the young English teacher smiled. “Besides, it gives me more time to spend with my favorite dysfunctional Wizarding family.”
“Ha ha ha,” Hermione smiled.
They both turned to see the small child looking expectantly. She held what looked to be an oversized white envelope.
“There was a big bird at your window,” the brown haired child said softly.
Both Jon and Hermione looked at each other. Jon quickly went past the small child heading to Hermione’s room. Hermione knelt in front of Lois as she quickly took the envelope from her while making sure her daughter wasn’t hurt. She looked at the front of the envelope. It read, Hermione, Lois and Guest. She gulped as she stood up.
“Kiddo,” Hermione caught her breath as Jon came out of the bedroom shaking his head. “Why don’t you go see what cartoons are on, right now?”
The little child gave her mother a strange look. She rarely ever allowed her to watch Saturday morning cartoons. But the look in her mother’s eyes told her she probably shouldn’t question her. The little child nodded and headed towards the couch as she gave her uncle Jon and her mother one last look back.
Hermione’s eyes grew larger than they already were as she opened the envelope. Jon looked over her shoulder and read silently as she read aloud.
“Mrs. Malfoy and I request your presence along with Lois at Malfoy Manor to celebrate the most important day in Draco’s life,” Hermione gulped. “The envelope is a port key that will bring you to Malfoy Manor. We will be expecting you within the hour.”
The invitation was signed by Lucius Malfoy. Hermione couldn’t stop a tear from falling onto the parchment. “He knows where we live,” she said.
“I guess we’re going to a wedding, huh,” Jon said, breaking the silence. She looked up at him.
“You don’t have to come, Jon. This isn’t your problem,” she sniffled. Lois looked at her uncle and mom. Uncle Jon brought her mother into his chest for a long hug.
“Hey, what are friends for?” he said into her cheek.
* * *
Lois sat on the couch in a sundress that had the most incredible shades of green. Her uncle Jon sat next to her all dressed up in a blue Armani suit.
“You look beautiful Kiddo,” Jon said, patting the little child on the head.
“Uncle Jon,” the little girl looked up at her mom’s friend. “Do you think Grampa will hate me, too?”
“Oh, Kiddo,” Jon said picking up the young girl and placing her on his lap. “I don’t think anyone could hate you. You’ll be surprised how powerful family blood lines can be.”
Lois looked straight into the squib’s eyes. Then nodded as if she understood what he meant. They both stood up as Hermione entered the small living room.
“Wow,” Lois said wide eyed.
Jon whistled. “Wow, you look amazing, Hermione,” he said as he approached her. “Burgundy. That’s a bold choice.”
“I’d better go change,” she said uneasy as she realized she had chosen to wear her House colors as she looked down at her gold wrap.
“Are you kidding? You look great, Hermione,” the young man said smiling as he squeezed her hands reassuringly. “You’d even make me have a non-gay moment.”
Hermione tried to pull out of his grip. He smiled at her again. He raised her chin with his finger. “Really Hermione, you look beautiful. If Draco is going to choose Celeste over you, well, he’s going to have to see what he’s going to be missing.”
Lois tugged gently at Hermione’s ankle length dress. The little grey-eyed young lady smiled up at her mother.
“Two beautiful Grangers,” Jon said, holding the make shift gift basket as he took Hermione by the hand and handed her the envelope. She tapped her purse making sure the thin stick was there; just in case. She took a deep breath before she nodded. She pulled Lois up into her arms as the two adults took hold of the envelope at the same time.
A flash of light and a tugging of their navels occurred. The spinning finally stopped. The three found themselves in front of a very large and spanning mansion.
“Are you all right?” Hermione asked Jon.
“Yeah, I forgot how that felt,” Jon said dusting himself off unnecessarily. “You two okay?”
The two Grangers nodded. They all turned to the doorway as a beautiful older witch appeared.
“Hermione,” the older witch took the brown haired witch into her arms. “Welcome home.”
Hermione was speechless for a moment as she tried to blink back tears. “Mrs. Malfoy,” she was finally able to get out.
Mrs. Malfoy held her at arms length so she could look at her, “Hermione.”
Hermione gave her a weak smile. “Mom, I’d like you to meet a good friend of mine. Jonathan Diego. He teaches English at the school I teach in Hawaii,” Hermione said as Jon shook Mrs. Malfoy’s hand. Lois slipped her small hand into Hermione’s as the little girl looked up at the elder witch.
Hermione picked up the small child. She looked from her to the expectant older witch. “Mom, I,” she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. She paused for a moment to compose herself, “I’d like you to meet Lois.”
Mrs. Malfoy held both of her arms out to the child. Without a thought and to Hermione’s slight surprise the young girl went into her grandmother’s embrace. “Grandma,” the little girl said.
It was the older witch’s turn to shed tears. Hermione couldn’t stop from shedding more tears either. Jon felt a little uncomfortable until Mrs. Malfoy got a hold of herself. She looked from her granddaughter to Hermione.
“Well, we’d better get to the backyard. Everybody’s been waiting,” Mrs. Malfoy said smiling as she led the guests into the foyer.
“I got Draco,” Hermione began, “Draco and Celeste a gift basket; Hawaii products. Draco likes the coffee. I’m sure she will, too.”
Mrs. Malfoy smiled as she waved them forward, allowing the two year old to walk on her own. They walked towards the mountain of wedding gifts. Hermione placed her gift basket at the edge of the pile. Jon ushered her towards Mrs. Malfoy. They continued.
* * *
Five minutes earlier
“Here,” Draco said as they entered Malfoy manor. He handed Dean a cigar. Dean was all smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had already led Ginny and the newborn past the wedding presents.
“You’re very lucky, Dean,” Draco smiled at his best friend. “You’ll get to watch your daughter grow up to be an amazing young witch.”
Dean smiled at him, “Thanks, Draco.”
“Draco, Dean,” Mr. Malfoy entered the foyer. “Dean, why don’t you join the other guests? I’d like to speak with my son.”
Draco grew pale. What did his father mean by the other guests? Mr. Malfoy put his arm around his son and ushered him into his den.
Lucius shut the door behind the two of them. “What did you mean, Dad, about the other guests,” the younger wizard asked looking into the same steely eyes.
“Of course,” Mr. Malfoy crossed his arms. “I said there would be a ceremony today, didn’t I?”
Draco looked down. “Of course,” the younger wizard sounded crestfallen. “You’ve finally come to your senses then.”
“A Malfoy always does find his composure, Son. Now pull yourself together, Draco. Straighten your robes. Your bride is waiting.”
Draco gritted his teeth. But he also knew there was no way out. Maybe Mr. Profesi had struck a deal with his father. The idea of spending the rest of his life with a witch that was just as pompous as he used to be almost made him wretch. He swallowed the bile that was at the back of his throat.
Draco did as his father asked. He straightened his robes. He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked straight at his father keeping his chin up before walking past him as he headed towards the backyard.
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A/N - I think this story is almost done. Maybe a couple more chapters. What do you guys think so far?