Marriage Laws
A/N: This is always done,I know. But give this a try (:
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Chapter Ten: Disaster and Dinner
Hermione walked back to her 'apartment' after school was over. She was tired and wanted to take a nap, even though it was only four o'clock. She dropped her bag on the couch and kicked off her shoes. Suddenly the overwhelming urge for tea came over her. So Hermione went into the kitchen and turned the kettle on. It was then that she caught a glance of three letters on the kitchen table. She turned away from the stove and picked them up. To her dismay, one of them was a howler. Immediately upon lifting it up, it fluttered open.
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! HOW DARE YOU. YOU HAVE DISGRACED THE MALFOY NAME BY ALLOWING A MUDBLOOD TO TAKE THE FAMILY NAME. YOU. ARE. A. DISGRAGE. IF IT WERE UP TO ME, YOU WOULD BE BLASTED OFF THE WALL. YOU ARE AS BAD AS A MUDBLOOD NOW. YOU ARE FILTH. DRACO, YOU DISGUST ME."
Hermione stood in terror, her hands shaking as the voice of Lucius Malfoy ceased. The blood red letter promptly exploded. She took a step back and screamed as the kettle whistled. Hermione shook off her fear, and moved to the tea. She used magic to produce cinnamon tea and a cup. A few sips later, she was calm enough to read the other too letters, both addressed to her. She opened the first one and carefully unfolded the letter. It was from her parents.
Dearest Hermione,
As you are aware, we receive the wizarding newspaper. The Daily Prophet. You probably saw the headline the other day. Oh, Hermione please tell us it isn't true! You cannot be married to that boy! Your father and I have never met him, but we already believe he's awful. Hermione we simply forbid you from it! You're too young to be married and expecting a child! Speaking of, is that true? Both parts, that you are in fact pregnant and that they baby may not be his? Oh Hermione, what happened? Please dear, explain to us!
Love always,
Your mother and father.
Hermione glared at the sheet of paper with so much angst it nearly burst into flames. Her parents were both equally intelligent, but they could be so thick sometimes! Did they really think Hermione was a sleep around slut? Hermione tossed the letter to the side in disgust and lifted up the other letter.
Dear Hermione,
Tonight, eight o'clock. Meet me by the Quidditch pitch. Semi formal dress code.
-Draco
Hermione stared at the vague letter, confusion evident on her face. She glanced at the clock and saw it was almost four thirty. She drained the last dregs of her now cold tea and stood up. With a wave of her wand, everything was put away and neat. Hermione felt drained after wards and decided to take a nap. But first, she needed to pee.
A loud beeping pulled Hermione out of her slumber. She opened her eyes a crack only to see it was dark.
"Oh shit!" gasped Hermione, hopping up. She reached on the nightstand and lifted up her wand, flicking on all the lights. The clock read 6:15. She had about 45 minutes to get ready for something she had no idea about. She walked over to her wardrobe and shuffled through her clothes. Finally she saw a new addition, a garment bag labeled Wear. Hermione shook her head, stifling a laugh. She unzipped it, revealing a gorgeous white dress with side sleeves and a jeweled bodice and straps. Overall it was a gorgeous dress. Hermione stared at her reflection in the vanity, debating on her hair. She twisted it into a messy, but elegant chignon. She reached over and pulled out her rarely used makeup bag. She dusted on some eye shadow and used a bit of mascara. Finally, there was a bit of blush and gloss.
Just as the clock dinged seven o'clock. Hermione quickly yanked on a pair of shoes, white stappy heels, and waved her wand. Her closed disappeared and were replaced by the dress. With a glance in the mirror she laughed. What in the world is Draco's idea of formal?
Hermione suddenly realized she was late and hurried out the door. Just as she did Harry walked out of his door, presumably to dinner. Ginny followed behind him, her belly swollen. By now most everyone new of her pregnancy, though no one commented on it. Harry's eyes widened at Hermione's appearance.
"Blimey Mione, you look gorgeous!" gasped Ginny.
"Draco's got something planned and left me this outfit." explained Hermione hurriedly. She quickly moved past them, yanking on a crème colored coat. She shuffled out of the building and carefully ran towards where Draco had asked to meet her. Soon he came in sight.
"You're late." was all Draco said before they apprated away. The popped out in front of a posh looking restaurant. The sign read Le Soleil Magique.
"The Magic Sun?" translated Hermione. Draco nodded.
"My favorite french restaurant's in London. The food is simply amazing." gushed Draco as they walked in. Hermione's grinned as the dress swished just above it's knees. She decided that's why it was marked 'semi' formal, it only fell to mid knee.
"Hello Franco, reservation for Malfoy." smiled Draco. The uptight man nodded and led them to a secluded table in the back corner. Candles and bread were already on the table, making Hermione aware of her hunger. They sat down and he said their server would be right with them.
"So, what's with the fancy dinner?" asked Hermione as she helped herself to a piece of bread. Her mouth nearly watered as she saw the thick french butter.
"A husband can't treat his wife?" replied Draco, smirking.
"Hello, my name is Philippe. I will be your server today. May I start you off with a drink?"
Hermione gave a polite smile. "A water please, with lemon."
"A bottle of your finest wine." ordered Draco.
"And are you ready to order?"
"Er..." Hermione was still staring at the menu, but Draco ordered. Once the waiter left, Hermione turned to Draco angrily.
"I am your equal Draco, you do not order for me." spat Hermione.
"Oh hush, you'll love what I ordered Mia-" He stopped suddenly. A blush crept up his neck and he busied himself with his bread.
Hermione cocked her head. No one ever gave her a nickname, other than Mione. Mia...Mia...mia. It was cute, that was true. Hermione brushed it off and smiled gently.
"Draco, it's alright. Mia is fine. Hermione is awfully long." laughed Hermione.
"I-I'm sorry. It slipped!" apologized Draco.
"Draco, it's perfectly alright!"
"Moving on then..." said Draco as Philippe brought their drinks. Hermione sipped her water and Draco poured two glasses of wine. He offered one to her, but she shook her head.
"No thank you. I don't drink on school nights. Or ever really..." laughed Hermione.
"You did on our wedding night." pointed out Draco.
"And? That was intentional. I wanted to be so drunk I wouldn't care what I was doing. N-Not that...oh god." laughed Hermione.
"It's alright Mia, I understand. It wasn't awkward really."
"No, it wasn't." pondered Hermione, vaguely recalling the night. "Not that I really remember it."
Draco laughed. After that, their food arrived. The aroma was delicious and this time Hermione's mouth literally watered.
"Oh my god." mumbled Hermione, taking a bite. It was heavenly.
"I take it you like what I picked out?" smirked Draco. Hermione nodded. Suddenly she remembered the letters!
"Draco, um please don't be angry with you, but when I arrived home this afternoon there were a three letters on the table. Unknowingly, I picked all three of them up. As I'm sure you're aware, a howler activates once touched. I'm terribly sorry! I wasn't snooping, I swear! B-But it appears your father has gotten word of the article..." whispered Hermione tentatively. Draco set his fork down.
"Oh Mia, what on earth did that bastard say?" snarled Draco, realizing that what he said would not have been pretty.
"N-Nothing of importance."
"Mia."
"Oh alright. In a nutshell it was that you are a disgrace to the family for marrying a mudblood and that you would be blasted off the wall if it was up to him..." whispered Hermione, focusing on her food. To her surprise, Draco laughed. Loudly.
"Are you mad?" gasped Hermione.
"As laugh if laugh he laugh can talk!" chortled Draco. Hermione stared at him, but a smile crept onto her face.
"Oh Draco, you sure are insane." giggled Hermione. She gave in and took a sip of her wine. They chatted the rest of dinner.
"Let's go dancing!" gasped Hermione as they left the restaurant. It was nearing nine o'clock, and they were in downtown London. A dance club was across the way. They ran into an alley and Hermione transfigured her semi-formal dress for a more suitable dress. Draco did the same, changing into a pair of jeans and button down.
"Come on!" chirped Hermione. She was buzzing from the alcohol, only one glass but still, and was happy. Genuinely happy. With Malfoy? Draco Malfoy? No one would have ever imagined! But it was true. While they may not be in love there certainly was something there!
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