A/N: Sorry, it took long to update. I had to reformat my entire drive. Very sad. Anyways, I hope you guys do some more reviews. Sorry to disappoint some of you, it will not be a D/HR (However, if you would like to read something like that, I recommend you read my other fic, Pride and Prejudice), there's more to come. Let me know how you guys like it.

Chapter Five: Ministry of Magic

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business," the voice said inside the telephone box.

"Harry Potter," he answered, "I'm here to see my wife!"

"Thank you," the voice said coolly. "Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes."

A square silver badge with "Harry Potter, Marriage Dispute Settlement" engraved on it slid out of the metal chute of the telephone.

Harry grabbed it hastily and pinned it on his shirt. The voice announced, "Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."

The floor beneath him started to sink into the ground. A few minutes later, Harry found himself standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished dark wood floor.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," the voice said.

Harry maked his way down the hallway and passed the Fountain of Magical Brethren. "I'll put 10 galleons into this thing if I ever do get out of this," he thought.

Finally, he found the security desk.

"Step over here please," the guard instructed in a monotone voice.

Harry walked closer to him. The wizard waved a long golden rod up and down.

"Wand," the security guard requested.

Harry produced his wand. The guard placed the stick onto the brass instrument. After a few seconds, a slip of parchment came out of the base.

"Eleven inches, phoenix-feather core, been in use for nine years?"

"Yes," Harry answered impatiently.

The guard handed back his wand. Harry proceeded through the golden gates, scanning around the stream of wizards and witches walking by.

"Are you looking for something?" one of the personnel asked him.

"Yes." Harry replied without looking at him, "I'm trying to find- oh no-no- never mind I'll find it myself." He started walking off.

"I might be able to save you a lot of trouble," the man insisted as he followed Harry, "I'm very well acquainted with the place."

"No, I just rather run across it myself," Harry retorted.

"Are you sure, sir?" he asked again.

"Yes!" Harry said in frustration walking faster away, "Don't tell me anything. It's a game I'm playing!"

"Very well then," the man offended, went on about his business.

Harry turned around the corner and managed to catch a glimpse of cinnamon brown hair ducking inside an office. He swiftly made his way over to the room. At first glance, he could see no one inside. Harry promptly walked over to the center desk.

"I see you," said Harry, "You might as well come up."

Hermione reluctantly emerged from her desk, with a scornful expression.

"Anything I can do for you sir?" she asked in a cold manner.

"Are you crazy?" Harry exclaimed, "Will you please do me a favor and come home? I'm supposed to be at practice this morning!"

"Well, I'm sorry, sir" Hermione replied nonchalantly, "I think you have the wrong department. We have nothing here for you."

"Are you going to come out of here peacefully or do I have to carry you?" he threatened.

Hermione meanwhile, spotted another personnel watching them by the doorway. She quickly plastered a smile on her face, "Oh, and the most wonderful feature about this," she picked up a copy of the Daily Prophet, "It'll automatically update on its own! You'll never have to throw the paper out ever again!"

Harry, unaware of anyone standing behind him, was losing his temper. He grabbed the paper from her and threw it behind his shoulder, "Well it suits me!"

Hermione's eyes bulged, "No!" she cried out. Harry grabbed both of her hands and started pulling her away from the desk. She made her best effort to resist, knocking a few things off the desk in the process.

The man from the doorway marched in amidst the commotion, "Miss Granger! What are you doing to him?"

"I'm not doing anything!" Hermione protested "Look who's got who!" Mr. Wimple turned to Harry, "I'll have to ask you to release our employee," he said calmly.

"Do you want to try and make me release her?" Harry grunted angrily.

"If you're not pleased with her, we can find someone else that can help you with your business here." Mr. Wimple told him simply.

"I'm pleased with her all right," Harry gritted his teeth, "But she's no employee! She's my wife!"

"Your wife?" Mr. Wimple raised his eyebrows.

"I am not!" Hermione yelled back, still struggling out of Harry's grasp.

"Miss Granger," Mr. Wimple stated, "We understood you were a single woman. As an aid to the unemployment crisis, it is our policy not to employ married women."

"And quite right too!" Harry agreed.

"I am NOT married!" Hermione screamed.

"She's married alright!" Harry rebutted.

Mr. Wimple lets out a frustrated sigh, "We'll have to take this up with the head of our department."

"Well just take me to him!" Hermione said confidently.

"Lets ALL go!" Harry declared, finally letting go of her hands.

"This way please," Mr. Wimple spun around leading them off. He showed them across the other side of the building. As he opened the door, Harry wasted no time and marched into the office.

He stood before the desk, staring at the man behind it. "Malfoy," he growled in a low voice. He turned to Hermione who was smirking involuntary at the shocking look on his face.

"This gentlemen claims he's married to our Miss Granger," Mr. Wimple informed Draco.

"We're not marri-" Hermione started to say.

"Oh we're married alright!" Harry interjected, facing her, "Say, where did you meet this monkey?"

"Luna helped set a meeting with him," Hermione replied.

"That's the last time I want you to talk to Luna," he told him adamantly, "I never liked her very much in the first place!"

Hermione disregarded what he was saying and focused her attention to the desk, "Draco, when I told you I was single-" Hermione tried to explain.

"She is not, ferret boy!" Harry interrupted, "And what do you mean by taking out innocent girls the night before you give them a job in this dump?"

"I am NOT innocent!" she yelled at him.

"See there, she admits it!" Harry grinned victoriously, "She's my wife!"

"I didn't admit anything!" Hermione screamed.

Draco finally stood up, "Are you referring to ME as ferret boy?" he asked in a condescending manner.

"Sit down!" Harry pushed him back into his seat.

Draco gave Mr. Wimple a slight nod.

"Crabbe and Goyle," Mr. Wimple said to himself as he left Draco's office, "I'll get Crabbe and Goyle!"

A few moments later, Harry and Hermione found themselves being forcibly dragged out of the building by Malfoy's henchmen.

Hermione looked at him sternly, "Are you satisfied now?"

"I really have to go to practice," Harry pleaded, "Will you make up with me?"

"No!" Hermione shook her head, tears starting to stream down her face, "I'm not going to make up with you ever!"

"For Merlin's sake, Mione," Harry asked her in a more sincere tone, "What's the matter with you?"

Hermione avoided his stare and stared at the ground.

"In the morning, I said that if I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't want marry you," he said, "And now I have a chance to do it all over again and I want to come back! Doesn't that convince you that I want to stay married to you?"

Looking up at him, "Oh I believe that you want to get married again, and I'm very flattered," she said with an impersonal, judicial coolness, "But I don't want to marry you. I thought it all over and I'm not interested."

Harry's jaw dropped "But what's the matter with me?" he managed to squeak out.

"Well I don't like your temper! You're jealous! You're always knocking people down--"

"If you are referring to New Year's Eve, I don't think that that drunk had any right to pick up your garter and wave it around!" he told her defensively.

A few people started to gather around them on the street, curious as to what all the commotion was about. Harry and Hermione took no notice.

"It wasn't my garter," she argued, "I was wearing my garter!"

"That was after you've gone into the ladies room and gotten Ginny's garter!"

"They were MY garter!"

"THEY WERE GINNY'S GARTER!"

Hermione tilted her head suspiciously, "How do you know they were Ginny's garter?"

"I knew they weren't YOUR garter!" he puffed out.

By now, there must be around thirty people gathered to witness their display.

"I don't know what you two are selling," a bobby, now standing beside them interrupted, "But do you have a license to get this crowd around?"

"What do you mean license?" Harry finally noticed the mass of people surrounding them. He turned to the cop again, feeling frustrated, "Go on about your business!" he shooed.

"Go on, hit him why don't you?" Hermione suggested sardonically, "Knock him down! Go ahead!"

"Madam, I wouldn't advise your friend to strike an officer down in this town," warned the cop.

"Oh officer," she replied in an innocent and casual manner, "I'm on your side. I don't even know this man."

"I see," the officer turned to Harry, "Well, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Hermione, with a triumphant look, walked off in one direction.

"No, you go this way," he pointed Harry in the opposite direction.

"No, but you can't-you can't do this to me!" Harry protested, backing away from the cop.

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