Charming Hermione

Charming Hermione


When Hermione arrived at her office and discovered Ron, Harry, Sirius, Remus, Charlie, the twins, as well as Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy in her waiting room she was more than a little surprised. She even went so far as to step out again to look at the door to make certain it was her office. When she stepped back in she was startled when all of them got to their feet, and dare she say it, were gentlemanly.


When it looked like all of them were going to speak to her at once, she stopped them when she held up her hand.


“Uh, I don’t know what’s going on,” she told them.


“The Ministry of Magic just past a new marriage law,” Remus told her before the others could think of doing so. “Pure blood wizards must marry by the end of the month.”


“Or?” she asked as she put her things down. “There’s always an or.”


“Or we lose everything,” this time it was Lucius who said it and he didn’t sound too thrilled. “I will not lose everything I have just because they want me to…” He made a disgusted noise. “Bastards.”


“Right,” she said, looking around. “But why are you here, Mr. Snape?”


“Moral support,” he muttered. “That and to remind Lucius that his families vaults are but the tip of the iceberg as it were. I would hate to have to watch him trying to survive without his magic as well.”


Right at that moment Lucius dropped to his knees and begged Hermione, “Please for the love of Merlin marry me!”


“Desperation isn’t what romance is made of, old man,” Sirius murmured with a laugh. “Now this is the way it’s done.” He went over to Hermione, pulled her into his arms and dipped her in a dance move that had her letting out a startled yelp. “Will you marry me?”


“Would you be monogamous?” she inquired.


Frowning he asked, “What’s that?”


Standing up straight and pushing him away, she answered, “Enough said. No.”


Remus rolled his eyes and said, “That isn’t the way to convince her that you would make the best match with her.”


“If you think you know how, you do it,” Sirius muttered to his best friend.


“Okay,” he said, going up to her, walking her backwards until she was pinned to the wall.


His face moved so that he was the only person that she could see, caging her face in with his arms. “I am smart…” He kissed her lightly at her temple. “…wise…” He then kissed her forehead. “…and…”


“Gay,” Hermione put in quietly.


“There is that,” he admitted, now blushing as he stepped back.


“Oh just that!” she said in an exaggerated tone. “To think I want a heterosexual man that wants and needs me as much as I want and need him without having to compete with a man who claims your ass is theirs.” She glared at him as she reminded him of a former lover of his that thought he was cheating on him with her. “You remember that, don’t you?”


The blush in Remus’s cheeks went a hotter red, but he stepped away from her.


She looked over in time to see Charlie walk over to Remus, chuckling as he said, “You obviously aren’t up for the job.” He turned to look over to Hermione who was staring at him very hard, as she waited for him to speak. He stepped away from her and went over to Ron. “You were right. She’s scary.” He left without him even making an attempt to ask her to marry him.


“Are you here to be Ron’s moral support, Harry?” she asked him.


“No, I came along to talk him out of making a fool out of himself,” he said casually. “I already told him you would say no.”


“Hmm, true, but seeing as he hasn’t asked, I can’t shoot him down yet.” She looked over to Ron. “Can you get it over with so I can refuse your proposal and get to work?”


Glaring at her he asked, “Why would you turn me down? It’s not as if you have anyone.”


“No, I don’t want to marry you. Please don’t slam the door on your way out.” He did so anyway.


She looked over to the twins. Fred had roses in hand while George had candies. Sighing she said, “I wish I could say that I would be able to trust you, but I can’t. Besides it would be like doing it with a brother.” She looked ill at the thought. “Thanks for the consideration though.” When they were about to leave the gifts with her, she added, “Keep the gifts. I insist.”


That had them being more upset than the fact they were turned down.


All of them left the offices, leaving her to get to work. She was in the middle of getting started when she heard her door open and shut gently. She felt her hair lift up, warm masculine lips kissed her neck.


“Hmm, pet, I saw your line of visitors,” he purred. “The new marriage law had them here, I take it?”


“Yes, that it did. I told you the new law was shite.” She turned to face him with a small smile.


“Minx,” he murmured, pulling out a small book of first edition poetry and handing it to her. “Today I brought you Neruda.”


She opened the small book with care, gasping at the sight of handwriting inside. Looking up to him she whispered, “He wrote this himself!”


He nodded. “I was able to hunt it down. It took a good long time…”


She threw herself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses. “Oh Draco, it’s perfect. All the books are wonderful gifts…”


“But?” he asked and waited.


“You love Pansy and she loves you,” she breathed. “So do something impulsive and run off and marry her. Show her what a charming man you can be. She would love you all the more for it.”


“It’s too late to do that,” he said with some disappointment, stepping away from her.


Smiling she opened up her desk drawer and pulled out papers, handing them to him. He frowned as he unrolled the scroll and gapped at them.


“They can’t argue with a marriage license that was attained well before the law went into effect,” she murmured. “But I suggest you be quick about it.”


He hugged her, murmuring, “Thank you.”


“Pansy is a lucky girl,” she told him. “Spoil her like you did me when you were attempting to court me and I think you should do fine.”


He rushed off, colliding into the man walking into her office. Looking up Hermione tossed her quill that she had just picked up. She wasn’t going to get a thing done that day, she thought, not a single thing.


***


Hermione arrived home, kicking off her shoes. Casually she poured herself a fire whiskey. Turning on her heel, she strolled over to the study. Her lover was sitting at his desk, leaning back with his eyes closed.


“You’re home early,” he murmured, opening his eyes in time to see her stroll over to him and slip into his lap.


“That new law is a pain in my ass,” she told him. “I’ve been dodging marriage proposals all day today. I couldn’t get a single thing done at work so I came home.” She put her drink down on the desk. “Draco left to Italy with Pansy and they are getting married.”


“Are they now?” he murmured, his hand slipping over her hip and rubbing it. “And how did you manage that?”


“As if you don’t know,” she purred, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his jaw. “Who but you would have told him to give me books in order to romance me?”


“Hmm, if I were a wise man I would have told him to give you quidditch equipment,” he muttered, making her laugh.


“He’s a charming man,” she told him. “But not nearly as charming as you.” She pressed her lips to his cheek in a lingering kiss before jumping up and declaring. “I better get that memory of you into my pensive before I forget! It’s not everyday that I can claim the great Lucius Malfoy fell to his knees before me and begged me to marry him!”


“Witch!” he exclaimed as he ran after her as she was laughing.


She rushed through the bedroom doors seconds before he did. But the moment he came into the room he was hit with her dress robes. He pulled them off his head and watched as she stood in a cream colored silk and lace slip. Lucius walked over to her, watching her intensely.


“You didn’t go to your pensive,” he whispered.


She reached up, caressing his face and long flaxen hair. “Why would I want to remember a farce when I can close my eyes and recall you courting me so clearly. I can still hear you murmuring Hogwarts, a History to me as if you were reciting poetry. And, Lucius, I would much prefer to remember you kneeling before me and asking you to marry you as you did.”


“The announcements went out today,” he told her. “Everyone will find out that I charmed Miss Hermione Granger into marrying me last week. Merlin, witch, we will never hear the end of it once they read it.”


“It’s not like we were doing it because of the new law,” she pointed out to him. “You were courting me for a year before that beast of so called jurist prudence went into effect.” She pushed his jacket off of his shoulders saying, “I doubt you would even bothered to memorize a poem for a witch a law would have made you wed.”


He pulled her closer to himself, resting his forehead against hers. “‘That I did always love, I bring thee proof: That till I loved I did not love enough…’”


She caught his lips with her own, kissing him hungrily. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Lifting his mouth from hers he placed lingering kisses down her neck as he kept whispering the poem to her.


“‘That I shall love always, I offer thee That love is life, And life hath immortality.’” He kissed her chest over her heart. “‘This, dost thou doubt, sweet? Then have I Nothing to show But Calvary.’” He looked into her eyes and saw his wife looking at him with an adoration that left him feeling weak. “I do love you, Lady Malfoy.”


“As I love you, Lord Malfoy.”


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The poem is by Emily Dickinson. Poem VIII of section III-Love of the Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. I hope you liked it. Please read and review.