Previously:
Hermione was stopped reading mid-sentence as someone called her name, looking up she saw the red-headed Minister for Marriages stood at her office door, tapping her foot- a sign of impatience. Hermione stood and walked into the office followed by the slightly short, plump woman. In many ways the older woman reminded Hermione of Mrs Weasley- the same red headed style of hair, same short plump figure though this woman was slightly shorter than her Weasley look-a-like.
--30 Minutes into the meeting--
"So you're telling me I can't just come and ask for a divorce... I need proof?"
Chapter 11
The other woman nodded solemnly, "Unfortunately that is the case Mrs Weasley, since the war ended a sanctioning came into effect that even those marriages where Wizarding bonds weren't used were deemed under the same banner as Wizarding Marriages and as such the only way to dissolve a marriage or in your case divorce a spouse is by proving they committed adultery, or any other act that could bring harm to you and your family."
Hermione sniffed lightly; "I have proof, I caught them in the act... if I extracted the memory that should work-" she trailed off as she saw the minister shaking her head.
"Memories have been found to be fabricated in the past, so the Ministry no longer accepts them as reasonable proof."
"So what can I do?"
"Nothing" the woman spoke with an air of finality. Hermione head dropped in an attempt to stop any tears leaving her eyes, and to prevent the other woman seeing her weak and vulnerable state. If Hermione Granger was famous for anything other than being the brains of the Golden Trio and the Brightest Witch her age it was that she was a strong independent woman who let nothing stand in her way. But that one word seemed to have stopped her dead in her tracks- if she couldn't get a divorce she had to stay as a family for her daughter's sake... even if it was miserable for herself.
"I'm sorry it can't be any other way, but I don't make the rules I just enforce them." The red head finally stated in a soft voice.
Hermione nodded her head before rising to her feet sucking in a deep breath she bade the Minister a good bye before exiting the offices on her trail back to her own office.
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Hermione finished her story looking down at the ground. "What are you going to do?" Draco asked.
She shrugged, "I can't do anything" she shook her head, "I need proof actual physical proof, not a memory, actual proof. How are you supposed to get physical proof of infidelity?" Hermione hung her head a sign of despair.
Elizabeth returned holding a vial of the colourless liquid, 'Calming Draught'; quickly handing the corked bottle over to the blonde man she excused herself out of her boss' office back to her desk at the door.
Draco snapped the cork from the bottle and handed it over to Hermione who turned away from it, "Drink it" he insisted as he pushed it closer.
"I... I don't need it" she replied pushing his hand back towards his torso, attempting to swing her legs off the settee soon after, though she failed at the latter as Draco's body prevented the movement.
"You do need it, look" he grasped her smaller hand in his palm, "Your shaking" her hand was indeed shaking uncontrollably, "Please just drink it." He once again pushed the glass vial towards her, and she took it begrudgingly, before swigging on the substance grimacing slightly as it's after taste kicked in mid way down her throat.
When Hermione brought her attention back to that of Draco's it was to find him staring intently at a spot on the wall behind her, seemingly lost in concentration, "Do you wish to share?" Hermione asked softly.
Draco's eyes slowly reverted to lock onto hers but he didn't answer and continued to simply stare, causing Hermione to squirm under his gaze. Shifting her legs underneath her body she reached out her right hand to his cheek, placing it softly on the pale skin. He momentarily closed his eyes savouring the feel of her warm hand on his skin before he turned his head side ways to kiss her open palm. When he opened his eyes back to Hermione she was looking just as intently at him her mouth parted slightly, and her eyes somewhat wider than usual. Draco knelt more onto his knees bringing him to Hermione's eye level focusing her sight fully onto his before he began leaning forward, inch by inch until she could feel his breath against her mouth and him hers.
Tilting his head to the right he connected his lips silently to Hermione's, waiting for her response, and when he felt her arms pass his chest and encircle his neck- only then did he move again. Adding more pressure to the kiss, he waited for Hermione's next move and was not disappointed as he felt her nails scrape along his scalp as her fingers delved into his hair, tugging; ever so slightly, his head towards her more. As his left hand migrated towards her right cheek he allowed his tongue to leave his mouth swiping once, twice thrice along Hermione's lip before it was granted access into the hot cavern of her mouth.
They parted slightly and Draco rested his forehead against her his breathing ragged. His right thumb came up to her face running softly down the side of her jaw before moving to her lips running along the line that joined her two lips together before teetering to the right hand side and wiping away the smudged lipstick from her cheek. Likewise she attempted to wipe away the smudges from his lips failing as a light pink tinge could still be seen. So Draco lazily drew the back of his hand across to remove any of the evidence.
"I'm sure that wasn't the only reason you came to see me" Hermione broke the silence which had enveloped them, laughing lightly.
Draco simply shook his head, "No, funnily enough it wasn't." He suddenly became ever the more serious, standing up he began to pace, "This isn't easy for me to say..." he trailed slightly.
Hermione stood swaying slightly as she got to her feet, noting she had on no shoes, 'So it was Draco who gave me the foot massage' she decided to file that away for another time, focusing on the blonde man pacing around her office.
"It's okay Draco, just tell me"
"I... That is to say he... I mean I have it from a respectable..." he was cut off as Elizabeth's voice sounded from outside.
"She's not feeling too good, you can't go in there"
"She's my wife of course I can go and see her" the office door opened to reveal the red head that had caused Hermione so much anguish.
A/N: Ladies and gentleman here is another chapter of Enough; I know long time no see, I have really struggled to find the time to write, for that I am sorry. This may be the last chapter til summer when I have a lot more time on my hands.
So I leave you til whenever with a cliffie- what will happen next?
Scorpio219 x.x.
