Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.
This chapters song was: Anna Sun, Walk the Moon
Lyric of choice: We're gonna rattle this ghost town. This house is falling apart

My beta is Grammarly: 7-17

Charmed to You

Chapter 18
Blood Oaths.

Hermione woke to a bundle of cornflowers on the pillow next to her with a note underneath them. She sat up yawning looking at his side of the bed, it was rumpled and she smelled him on her skin, so she knew he had come to bed with her last night, but she couldn't remember being in bed with him.

She picked up the note smiling wistfully at the flowers.

I miss you too.

Hermione's heart hitched a little and she let out a quiet sigh wiping at a tear that leaked out of her eye. The man was so wonderfully sweet sometimes it left her breathless. But he was also so typically obnoxious. No apology for working, no promise of spending more time with her, just a short simple one sentence note.

She rubbed her finger over his bold handwriting and frowned. And no, I love you. Almost two months into their marriage and he had yet to mention a word about love to her.

Hermione sighed and stood up, knowing that if she continued to wallow in self-pity in bed he would send Niffy in to check on her. She hated that blasted ring sometimes, but then she glanced down at the note and sighed. But, she had to admit, it probably would save her marriage. It wasn't that Draco was not a very insightful person because he was, it was amazing sometimes how well he read people and their intentions and emotions. But, he was such a typical clueless guy that she suspected he would have never known she missed him if not for his blasted mood ring.

Closing her eyes she pictured how happy she had been that night with him at the Weasley's as they had put the final touches on Ginny's wedding and smiled. There, she nodded, sure that he had gotten that burst of emotion so he would know she was fine, and then she rushed out. It was Ginny's wedding day and she had a lot to do.

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Draco glanced up as the minster of magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt walked into his office frowning.

"We have a situation we need to make you and Hermione aware of, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco sat back, frowning back at the man. What situation involved him and Hermione? "Oh?"

Kingsley nodded and waved his wand at the door his face a study of detachment. Merlin but this minister was hard to read. Draco waited for him to charm the door so that no one could overhear them running down a list of what could be wrong in his head.

When he came up blank he sat up. "So, how can we help you?"

Kingsley frowned. "The wizard who did your binding was French."

Draco shrugged trying to recall the details. "Yes, I believe my father knew him. He is well respected in their ministry."

Kingsley nodded and irritation flashed in his eyes. "Their laws on magic differ from ours."

Draco looked up feeling a bit of unease wash over him. "Do they?"

Kingsley again gave one slow nod. "Yes. It has just been made aware to us that there is a ritual in their binding ceremonies that we will not be used in ours."

Draco's eyes flared with interest. What on earth could he be talking about? "I thought the binding ceremony was universal?"

Kingsley nodded and then grunted. "Well, yes, but they have added something to theirs that is not permissible here."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Can you elaborate?"

"You are blood bound to your wife."

Draco looked up in shock. "That's an unforgivable."

Kingsley nodded his face going a bit chalky. "Here it is, in France it is not."

Draco ran a hand down his face. "For clarification, minister. What exactly does this mean?"

He heard the man's long sigh. "It means, Mr. Malfoy that you are never more than a thought away from your wife. And there is no magic that can separate you from each other. You can find her anywhere, at any time, across any distance. And you will have the same link to any children you two have. If either your wife or your children are in mortal peril, the magic can bring you to them. From what I am told you will sense they are in danger."

Draco nodded and shivered a bit. "Have you told her?"

Kingsley shifted his face going carefully blank again. "No. You see our wizard was supposed to have checked with this wizard, but there was a, well misunderstanding. There is a type of bond in the ceremony that is close to this one. He was under the impression that was what had happened. However after further- scrutiny- we realize both did indeed take place."

Draco stood up as a feeling of dread moved through him. "She isn't fond of dark magic, Minister."

Kingsley gave a slow blink and then a deliberate nod. "I am aware of that."

Draco felt like pulling his hair at over the man's cool calm domineer. Thank Merlin Hermione didn't have a mood ring for him; he was actually close to violence. "So, are we allowed to use the bond without running the risk of being arrested? Or are you here to warn me not to?"

Kingsley frowned. "There is no statute in the law against using the bond. As long as it was not done on British soil you are perfectly within your rights to use it as you see fit. Although since we are talking about Hermione Granger- forgive me- Hermione Malfoy, I wouldn't abuse that added benefit of your marriage bond."

Draco smirked glaring at the man. "Yes, I am aware of that. But you are not telling me something."

Kingsley nodded his eyes flashing with admiration that the wizard in front of him had figured out that he was holding something back. "We don't want you to spread this around, this misunderstanding. We are working with the French Ministry to make sure that they add a limitation on this so that British wizards cannot circumvent our laws."

Draco nodded in understanding. "You don't wish for a bunch of British wizards to rush over to add this to their ceremonies, hmm?"

Kingsley grunted. "No, we would rather not have that happen."

Draco nodded. "Fine. That's fine. I wouldn't ever use this connection to her unless I suspected she was in danger, and I highly doubt she would ever use it to get to me unless there were similar circumstances. Obviously, the 'in mortal peril' part is outside of our control. I have read up on this bond and for all I know if she ever is in danger I could be just transported right to her without conscious thought." The minister gave a half smirk and then a frown and Draco sighed. "Just, give me a few weeks to break this to her."

Kingsley nodded his head his eyes flashing with what looked like weariness. "Please give her my apologies; we did assure you two that we had, well, checked into all this. But as you were the first couple to do this in generations."

Draco snorted. "You missed something."

The man again blinked and then inclined his head. "Indeed. Truthfully this was not fully realized until our wizard started preparing for tonight's bonding. He was present at yours, and finally noticed the discrepancy."

Draco sighed, tempering down his disgust over this situation. "Will I see you at the wedding?"

Kingsley nodded and a brief smile flashed on his face. "Yes."

Draco waited for the minister to leave before he sat back down at his desk, his thoughts troubled. He didn't have to guess at why the minister had come to him about this instead of Hermione. His fiery little wife was going to be livid when she found out about this and he couldn't say that he blamed her.

Draco rubbed at his dark mark absently. A form of this spell had been used in that ceremony binding him to the dark lord. As far as he knew it hadn't worked in reverse, he had never been aware of Voldemort using it to find one of his followers. But he had been able to use it to call his followers to wherever he was.

Draco wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that he now shared such a bond with Hermione. It was a bit disquieting. What this meant, although Kingsley hadn't actually stated it, was that they had no reprieve from one another, Hermione and himself. No matter where he went, she could appear at his side. He could never hide from her.

Draco sat back glaring at the ceiling as he considered this, absently rubbing his mood ring as he took slow deep breaths to calm his racing thoughts.

There was a reason this magic was forbidden. In the wrong hands, it could be seriously abused. Hermione was going to go spare and he had no desire to have this conversation with her right before her best friend's wedding.

Suddenly needing a walk he decided to leave the contract he was working on till later and go speak with his father.

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Lucius Malfoy looked up curiously as his son entered his study.

"Can I help you son?"

Draco paused turning his ring around and around on his finger. "Kingsley came to visit me."

He saw his father set down his book his face going curious. "And what did our dear Minister wish to speak with you about?"

Draco snorted. "Not to apologize for helping you turn my bonding into a bloody ministry event."

Lucius waved his hand. "We talked about this it was-"

Draco cut him off. "It was a necessary evil, for the greater good, not to be helped. Yes, father, we understand."

Lucius sighed wearily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If we could stay on topic."

Draco gave a humorless chuckle. "Ironically we are on topic, father. Kingsley came to see me about the ceremony. Did you know that the French do things a little differently than the English in that regard?"

He watched his father carefully as he said this. It had occurred to him that it had been his father who had insisted on the wizard who did the binding ceremony. Had this been why?

His father was frowning and sitting up now. "The ceremony is universal, an ancient rite."

Draco let out a small breath of air. "Yes, but the French add another ancient bond to it."

His father's eyes narrowed before he shook his head. "I don't understand."

Draco sighed, no he didn't, which meant that his father had not planned this. "A blood oath, father. We are blood bound, Hermione and I."

His father's face went white and he stood up clearly shocked. "I beg your pardon, weren't we told that the illustrious Ministry of Magic was making sure everything was in order for this ceremony?"

Draco nodded his face grave. "Indeed. Kingsley apologized that it wasn't caught but it's done. We are never more than a thought away, my wife and I. He also does not wish for us to spread this small detail around, as it's a bit of a problem for the Ministry, and probably wouldn't go over well with the public. Their favorite war hero and savior blood bound by dark magic to a former Death Eater would make a lovely headline, don't you think father?"

His father was pacing clearly agitated. "That is, this is unacceptable!"

Draco's eyes widened, he hadn't expected quiet this reaction. "Father, it's fine. We can keep it out of the press. I just don't know how to bloody tell Hermione."

Lucius paused in his pacing and grabbed his cane. "I must speak with your mother, we will head to France immediately to see their Ministry. We should have been informed, this is outrageous."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Father, how do I tell Hermione?"

His father gave him a long look and then said. "Must you?"

Draco scoffed and turned around to leave. Well, obviously his father was not going to be any help with this part of the problem. "Good luck in France father."

Notes:

This is what happens when you do an ancient ceremony first before all the kinks are worked out folks. Let that be a lesson to you all.

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Ginny's wedding.