Holy Matrimony Chapter 3: Stuck On You, a harry potter fanfic

Holy Matrimony

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By: slytherinambition

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Summary: Her world seemed to come crashing down upon her when she heard the news of Harry Potter cheating on her, while she still happened to be dating the man. Out of anger, she ends up drinking herself to the point of which she actually say's yes to a drunk Draco Malfoy on a marriage proposal. Both regretting it the moment they come to in the morning, they find out it will be a whole month before a divorce will be final. Until then, they must live bounded by the words 'I do'. Yet, perhaps good will truly come from the horrible mistake in the end.

Ships: Draco/Ginny, and briefly Harry/Cho.

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Chapter 3 – Stuck To You

"This is all your fault," he barked out at her, finally having pulled his eyes away from the ground. He looked quite troubled really.

She glared back at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Ginny was not going to have the blame put on her for this one, as far as she remembered, the whole thing hadn't been her ordeal. However, who knows whose idea it had been too get hitched.

Neither could remember much other then waking up naked next to one another.

Even that was far from believable in her mind.

"Don't blame this stupid thing on me Malfoy," she clenched her fists together, trying hard not to jump over and strangle the boy.

What was she going to tell her parents? Obviously a 'hi mom and dad, this is my new husband, your worst enemy' wouldn't be a good icebreaker. No, perhaps she just wouldn't need to tell them. They would be able to fix this that morning, and she planned on it.

"How could I have actually married you of all people?" He said, wanting an answer. "You must have given me something in my drink Weasley, that must be it."

"Well aren't you just brilliant? Don't be so sure of yourself Malfoy, the last thing I'd want to do would be get married to you of all people."

She couldn't believe the boy, him being so arrogant at a time like this. Could he not just forget about where they came from and what last name she held for one moment to figure out how to fix this? There was no doubt that she hated the man.

"First we have to figure out where exactly we were married, then we'll go from there," she said, trying hard to focus on the task at hand rather then worrying about her being married to Mister Cocky himself. He was no help in the matter.

"I figure we need some proof at the Ministry of Magic," she went on, looking around the room to see if any piece of paper or parchment lay out in the open.

There must have been a certificate, a proof of their newlywed status.

"Because they sure as hell won't believe the two of us got hitched," he finished, snickering slightly at his own joke.

She glared hard at him; though knew he only spoke the truth. But nonetheless, it wasn't something they should have been discussing at the moment. "Put aside the rude comments and help me for once, okay? Where did we get married?"

"I haven't a clue, since if you've forgotten, I was bloody drunk. Although I'm sure you can figure it out on your own, I bet you weren't even drunk in the beginning," he said with a smirk, so proud of himself.

She only wished she could rip it off his face.

"And just why would I want to have planned on marrying you Malfoy?" She asked, giving up and throwing her hands dramatically in the air. It was getting them nowhere.

"I have looks, brilliance, money, anything a girl could wish for. Need I say more?"

Like she really wanted him to go on. "You've said plenty."

It really was no use getting through that thick head of his.

She began pacing the room back and forth, rubbing her forehead in frustration. She had no idea how to break off a marriage, mostly because she had never before been in one. She knew those at the Ministry of Magic would be their best option of helping them.

Not that she had really any desire to go through that humiliation. However, if it enabled her to be free from this man, she'd jump through any obstacle.

Draco shifted uncomfortably on the bed, yanking at something that lay underneath him. He pulled up a crinkled piece of paper, an ugly shade of dark pink at that.

"Here-" he started to say, but Ginny tore the paper out of his hands.

"Perfect," she said under her breath, for it was the marriage certificate indeed. Draco's and her signature both were on the bottom of the paper, hardly coherent.

It looked obvious they had been drunk even by only their signatures. She hardly knew how they had even been legally married in such a state. Ginny didn't know why it wasn't illegal to get married when severely intoxicated.

Draco sat stubbornly on the bed, angry at having received no credit for having found the paper. Ginny was not about to baby him though, he was old enough to not act like a child.

"Come on, let's go to the Ministry of Magic to get this sorted out and done with," she said, walking to the door. Yet Draco didn't follow.

Ginny turned back around at the doorway and raised an eyebrow. "What?" was all that came from her mouth.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his nose tilting up into the air to give him an air of superiority. She grumbled at his immaturity. She really did not have to deal with this right now.

"Fine, don't come, see if I care," she turned sharply and walked out the door, yet for some reason her legs wouldn't work properly when she reached it. She began to panic, her heart pounding in her ear.

Draco heard her scream loud and clear, but didn't feel like moving. Was she really about to pull a temper tantrum to get him to come? All she had to do in the first place was to give him credit for his hard work, even though it really was anything but.

"Draco!" Ginny hollered again, her feet seemingly stuck to the ground. She slowly regained her footing as he made his way towards her, causing her to fall flat on her face.

"What do we have here?" He asked coldly, looking down at the redhead on the ground.

She frowned, and picked herself up. It hadn't been her fault, if only he had given her some sort of warning that he was approaching. She knew exactly what had just happened, but at that moment she wasn't about to admit to it out loud.

"I tripped," came her reply. "Finally ready to stop being a prima donna and get this situation over and done with?"

He glared at her, but shrugged his shoulders anyhow. The last thing he wanted to get out was that he of all people had married the redhead standing in front of him. If this got out, he'd be on the killing rampage

It took little time for either to make their way to the outskirts of the Ministry of Magic building, which was disguised as a muggle building. Once inside they found their way to the Wizard Marriage Relations.

The last person Ginny wanted to see was her father, knowing very well that he knew almost everyone who worked there and worked there himself.

They only had to wait a few minutes in the waiting room before being called into the office. A man sat behind a desk, his eyes scanning the papers in front of him.

"Now, what do we exactly have here?" An old man behind a big desk said, putting down the papers that had previously been in his hands and nodded for each to take a seat in front of him.

He pulled off his glasses and looked at each of them, holding no judgment yet no real emotion either. He waited patiently for an answer, not repeating himself.

"Well, you see, there has been a misunderstanding," Ginny started, having not thought about what they were to say when they got in here.

Was she really supposed to tell this man they'd gotten wed only because they were drunk? Now she didn't want to start a reputation of being a boozer.

"We were drunk and got married. Trust me, on sober circumstances, this would not have happened," Draco cut in, blunting explaining it.

Ginny let out a sigh, wishing he didn't have to show how completely careless they had been.

"I see," the man said finally after a long pause, eyeing them both again before shuffling with some papers.

Ginny set the marriage certificate on his desk, like it was said before; she didn't know how these procedures went.

They both watched attentively as he lowered his wand to the certificate and muttered a spell underneath his breath. It was as both were on the edge of their seats, the anticipation eating at them.

Had it been seconds since the man had muttered the spell? Minutes? Hours? Ginny didn't know, but it still he said nothing.

Finally, he looked back up towards them, his eyebrow rising slightly. "Well that is quite strange," he said simply, pushing the certificate back towards Ginny.

"Did it work?" She asked, slightly hesitant at picking up the certificate again. She didn't want to keep it as a souvenir. She'd burn it if anything.

"No."

With that said he went back to shuffling with papers on his desk, obviously frustrated. "I don't know what to tell you," he went on, rubbing his forehead slightly. "Come back in a week, and I'll have answers then."

Ginny's mouth dropped, her eyes widening in tow.

"No, I want this fixed now," she said with anger, a frown coming to her lips. "Why can't it be fixed now?"

Sure, she was whining, but the last thing she'd want was to be legally married to the man sitting beside her for another whole week. A day was long enough.

"The spell didn't work, to break the bound of marriage that is," he stated, taking no sympathy to her frustration of the situation.

"Is that odd? Do most bounds of marriage break?" She asked frantically, clenching her fists together.

The man pursed his lips, as though he had just swallowed something sour. "That is very strange, very strange indeed."

"Do you not realize what this will do to my reputation? I trust this will not get out," Draco sounded finally, speaking after having been silent for a while.

The man looked at Draco, yet didn't find the need to answer. He pulled on his glasses and muttered underneath his breath "well then you shouldn't have gotten married in the first place."

He cleared his throat and stood up from behind the desk. "Come back in a week, and I'll see what I can do then. Leave me now, or I won't be helping you at all."

"But sir, I can't get in a few feet on his man without being practically frozen!" Ginny said, standing up now.

For the first time he got a confused look on his face, before it hardened slightly. "Well, I might have answers for you when you come back in a week."

With that said he turned to his papers and ignored their frustrated sighs.

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Author Note: I know, it's taken a while. School's been busy, but here's the next chapter. I promise to not leave you hanging. It's not as good as the other two I think, but mostly because this chapter has a lot of information in it, and really starts their whole bounded by marriage.

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