Muggle Marriage Law 51599

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Hermione changed into her last grey T-shirt. Her burgundy colored athletic shorts hung off her hips. She flopped down on the bed.

She couldn’t get comfortable. She flipped over onto her stomach and then turned on her side. She looked over to Draco’s side of the bed. She touched his pillow. She breathed in.

“Ugh!” she screamed into her own pillow.

She quickly got out of bed. She grabbed the book on her nightstand and headed off to the library. She couldn’t fall asleep.

She was grappling with her feelings as she lay on the soft carpet in front of the desk. She opened up the book. She read the same sentence over, and over again.

“Shit,” she finally said. “Get over it, Hermione.”

Maybe what she said to her parents at the cemetery was more real than she was ready for. Maybe her feelings for Draco were evolving.

‘No,’ she chided herself. ‘You are NOT falling in love with him,’ she tried to convince herself. She turned back to the safety of the pages of her book. Fairy Tales were best left between leather bindings.

* * *

She didn’t realize she was done with the story until she read, ‘They lived happily ever after,’ for the third time. She closed the book and stretched.

“Shit,” she muttered to herself as she caught sight of her wristwatch. She sat up and stumbled to her feet.
It was 11:42. Draco would probably be in bed by now. ‘Well, at least he’ll be asleep,’ she thought to herself. ‘If he decided to stay home tonight,’ she thought.

She took in a deep breath to steady herself. It had been a very long day.

She opened the door to their bedroom. She knew instantly that Draco was not in bed. The low light glowing from the moon streamed in through the thin curtain that covered the balcony entrance. She took two steps forward and then heard the door creek shut behind her.

She almost jumped. She turned around and dropped her book. She stumbled backwards. Draco stepped into the light, shirtless, wearing only his green silk pajama bottoms. The silver chain he wore around his neck glimmered in the moon light. He took a step toward Hermione.

Suddenly she pulled her shirt over her head and threw it at his feet. She shuddered. “Saved you the trouble, Malfoy,” she strained. She self- consciously crossed her arms trying to cover up. “I don’t have any more sleepwear for you to tear off.”

Draco looked down at the shirt then looked up at his wife. He took in a breath. She stumbled backwards onto the bed. She covered her face, afraid of what was going to happen to her that night.

She felt his weight on the bed. He straddled her hips and gently pulled her wrists to the sides of her head. She tried to twist out of his grasp breathing erratically and trying to avoid his gaze. She finally stopped struggling. Draco’s face was centimeters from hers. She looked up into his grey eyes. The cold metal of his silver chain made her tremble as the thin rope brushed the skin between her breasts.

She blinked back tears. She gulped. “Get it over with, Malfoy,” she said softly, still peering up at him.

He leaned down and kissed the soft skin below her right earlobe. She took in a breath. He whispered into her ear, “Get what over with?”

“Your sexual fix,” she said, turning her head to the side.

Draco couldn’t help hissing out an exhaled breath. Merlin, why hadn’t he noticed how lovely she was before? He let go of her wrists, his arms weakening. She felt his body weight on her.

She turned again to look into his face. He traced her hairline with his forefinger, moving a strand of her hair away from her eyes.

“Merlin,” he said propping himself up as he looked into her eyes. “You don’t know how beautiful you are, do you, Hermione.”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. “Why did you call me that?”

He fought the urge to smirk at her. His hand traveled over her midriff. She took in a sharp breath as he ran his hand inside the waistband of her shorts. Not once did he break eye contact with her. He gently pulled the dark red shorts down her thighs and off her legs. She was naked underneath him.

“Why not Granger?” she said finally regaining her composure. “Or Mud . . .”

“Shh,” Draco said, as he placed his index finger on her lips before his own lips laid a trail of kisses down from the lower part of her neck to her navel. “That’s your name isn’t it?” he said peering up at her.

“I think you had a little too much wine during dinner, Malfoy,” Hermione said, trying hard to stop a moan as Draco sucked on her nipple.

“I know how to hold my liquor,” he smirked at her as she looked up. “Besides, we’ve known each other for over 16 years. You would figure, we’d be on a first name basis by now, Hermione,” he said, taking in her other nipple. This time she could not suppress the moan that escaped her lips. She let out a breath through pursed lips.

She looked at him. “What do you want from me, Draco?” she asked slightly panting.

“I found a hole,” Draco said coyly.

“You asshole,” Hermione cried out, struggling underneath him.

“NO!” Draco laughed sincerely. He touched her cheek. She breathed in again. “What do you muggles call it? A loophole.”

Hermione looked at him questioningly. At the same time, she could feel his arousal through his pajama bottoms. Her insides were reacting to it. Her breathing started to quicken.

“That’s what you walked in on the other day. Goyle and I were scouring the Muggle Marriage Bylaws. We found an out, Hermione,” he said, touching her face again.

“An out?” Hermione placed her hand over his. It was Draco’s turn to take in a breath.

“Yeah,” Draco said, a little strained. “According to the bylaw, the marriage has to be consummated, with the birth of a child to seal the marriage in the first year. But, if no child is conceived within the first three months, both parties may agree to walk away from the marriage without any recourse. Both parties, under the law, may not marry for at least one year after the dissolution of the marriage, with the following stipulations being: the muggle party may choose to marry another muggle within the year timeframe but the Pureblood may not. After the course of one year, if the Pureblood so chooses to marry, he or she must again choose a muggle or Halfblood.”

She took in a deep breath, trying to make sense of what Draco was trying to tell her. Draco, covered her lips with his, catching her by surprise. Then to her own surprise, she kissed him back.

When they finally broke the kiss, they were both panting for air. Draco locked eyes with her. He adjusted himself, almost painfully. “You can tell me to stop, Hermione, if you want me to,” he said as he ran his hand down the inside of her now wet thighs. She took in a breath through pursed lips.

“Please don’t stop, Draco,” she said as her hands found their way down his back and into the waistband of his pajamas. Draco looked into her eyes and gave her one of his signature smirks. She pulled the pajama bottoms down to his knees. Draco kicked them off.

Draco took her lips again as he entered her. She moaned his name. It sent Draco over the edge as he thrust into her. They made love over, and over again. And, for the first time, Hermione felt safe in his arms.

Hermione lay against Draco’s chest. It was half past two when she finally took a glimpse at her watch, the only piece of wardrobe she still had on. She looked up at the sleepy Draco.

He looked back at her, smiling genuinely. “You can leave later on today,” he said as he realized it was early Friday morning.

Hermione grew suspicious of him. She squinted her eyes at him. “Are you going to have me killed once I leave the Manor?” she asked softly, half-joking as she touched his chest.

Draco touched her face. He drew her in closer to his body, “Get some sleep, Hermione. It’s been a long day.”