Rachel tapped her foot impatiently as she waited with crossed arms outside of Draco's bedroom door. She had on a black top that showed off all of her shoulders and ended in long, bell sleeves and a pair of velvety, blood red pants. The sound of her black strappy sandals echoed through the halls and she felt her patience dropping by the second.
"Draco! You've kept me waiting for nearly thirty minutes now!" She hissed through the door.
"Yes," He finally emerged from his room. "But I am well worth the wait, am I not?" He smirked, knowing full well that he looked sexy in his black pants and green button-up top.
"Keep pushing me and you'll see who falls." She snapped. "We need to go to the Ministry."
"Ah yes, remind me again why you couldn't go without me?" He drawled as they walked downstairs.
"BECAUSE," She was a little agitated at having to repeat the explanation for the twelfth time. "We need to fill out our marriage license and paperwork." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, right." He knew the reason, but just wanted to push her buttons.
They stopped at the grand ballroom's fireplace and grabbed a little floo powder each.
"Do you want to go first, or shall I?" Draco asked politely.
"I'll go." She tossed the handful of powder into the flames and watched as they turned green. "England Ministry of Magic!" She called as she stepped in. Rachel emerged in the lobby of the familiar Ministry building.
"Hi, can I help you?" A kindly middle-aged witch asked from behind the desk.
"Yes, I'm looking for the department of records, please?" Rachel gave the lady a small smile back and then frowned when Draco emerged from the fire behind her.
"Second floor, take that elevator." Rachel nodded in thanks and grabbed Draco by the arm.
When they emerged from the elevator, a voice called out to them.
"Draco, Rachel! Good to see you!" Avery Knott, a fellow Death Eater and employee for the Disposal of Magical Creatures department was just leaving the offices.
"Hello, Avery." Rachel greeted the man as he kissed her hand. "Knott." Draco shook his hand in a rather unnecessarily manly way. "I have to talk to you, Draco, do you have a few minutes?" Knott looked at the two hopefully.
"That's fine, I'll go get started on the paperwork." Rachel assured her fiancé. She walked ahead down the hallway and into the double doors labeled DEPARTMENT OF RECORDS. It was surprisingly empty and she didn't have to wait in a line, but there was currently no one behind the counter.
"I'll be with you in just a moment!" A voice called from somewhere in the back. Rachel waited patiently until a witch came out to the counter. "Sorry about the wait, can I help you?" The witch was a few inches shorter than Rachel with slightly frizzy brown hair, but looked to be about her age.
"Yes, I need a marriage license." Rachel informed the woman whose nametag read 'Hermione' in engraved gold.
"Oh, you're getting MARRIED!" Hermione beamed while pointing her wand towards a slot on the wall. "Accio! That must be wonderful! My name's Hermione Granger." She was so bored with the regular business that occurred in her summer job and was anxious for anything interesting.
"Rachel Black." Hermione's name sounded oddly familiar.
"Oh you must be related to Sirius Black." Hermione suddenly became cautious, the rest of the Blacks had either died or escaped from Azkaban years ago, though a few were pardoned; though this girl didn't seem so bad.
"He's my Uncle, yes." Rachel took the papers Hermione put on the counter for her.
"Who are you marrying, if it's okay to ask?" Rachel considered for a second and was about to answer when the door opened.
"Ruddy jerk..." A young man with messy black hair and glasses muttered to his redheaded companion.
"Hullo Hermione!" The guys greeted their friend.
"Oh! Harry, Ron, this is Rachel. She's Sirius's niece." Hermione introduced.
"Nice to meet you." The black-haired guy reached out his hand and Rachel instantly recognized him. She shook his hand, so she wouldn't look suspicious and gave a polite response, unsure of what to say at the moment. She couldn't do anything drastic in the middle of the Ministry and just wanted to get the paperwork over with so she could go back to hating her life again. Luckily for Rachel, Hermione broke the silence.
"Rachel is getting married!" Well, sort of lucky.
"Really? Would we know your fiancé?" Ron asked kindly. "Possibly, do you know...?" The door once again cut off Rachel as Draco walked in.
"There you are, Darling!" Draco put his arm around Rachel, a vicious glint in his eyes. "Sorry to have kept you waiting." He gave Rachel an affectionate kiss on the cheek and sneered at the others. "Are these cretins bothering you, Love?"
"MALFOY IS YOUR FIANCE!" The trio was more than a little amazed, first at the fact that Draco was getting married, and secondly that he was marrying someone who seemed so nice and pretty.
"Yes, Draco and I are to be married fairly soon." Rachel caught the hint from Draco and decided it would be fun to play along with the 'loving couple' ploy. She looked adoringly into his eyes and pressed up against his chest, giggling as she ran her fingers through his long blond hair. "He's such a wonderful man..." She said lustily. "And one hell of a lover!" She purred and licked the side of his face. Draco grinned and kissed her neck.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Ron gagged.
"Did you get the paperwork, Love?" Draco cooed in her ear, loud enough to be heard by the others.
"Yes, SEXY, I did." She held up the papers and a quill. "Is there somewhere we can sit to fill these out?" She asked Hermione sweetly.
"Uh, yes there's some seats right over there..." She handed Rachel a clipboard and the couple sat down to fill it out.
"What was your middle name again, Darling?" Rachel giggled as Draco's lips tickled her neck.
"Thomas." He stopped for a second and resumed his previous activity.
"Oh yes, after..." Her words cut off as she moaned.
"OH GET A BLOODY ROOM!" Ron yelled.
"We WOULD, Weasel, but the bloody room is special for our HOONEYMOON." Draco drawled.
"Done!" Rachel chirped as she signed the final paper. "Now you sign, Honey." She passed the clipboard to Draco, who took it with a grin and signed all the appropriate places.
"There." He gave them back to Rachel, as well as a deep French kiss. Rachel slowly got up and walked back over to the counter with a grin.
"All done." She smiled as she gave the papers over to a both jealous and disgusted Hermione. "Is that all?" Hermione nodded.
"We best get going, Rachel, love." Draco purred. "I have a SURPRISE for you waiting in your room..."
"Nice meeting you all!" Rachel smiled at their shocked faces and squealed artfully as Draco lifted her up in his arms and carried her out of the office.
He put her down inside the elevator when they were sure that no one could see them and Rachel slapped him hard across the face. "Don't you DARE give that little performance any credulity! If that wasn't to make Harry Potter squirm, then I wouldn't have ever done or said ANY of that stuff!"
"Yes, MISTRESS." He scowled. There was a small silence where they just looked at each other and then they started laughing. They laughed so hard, they were both clutching their stomachs and Rachel had to hold onto the wall to keep from collapsing. "You know," He said after calming a little. "You are one hellova kisser." He smiled. "Why thank you, Love," She wiped her eyes. "You're not too bad yourself."