Marriage Laws
A/N: This is always done,I know. But give this a try (:
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Chapter Twelve: Mood swings and Mothers.
"Draco we have to!" snarled Hermione, smacking her palms down on the table. The nineteen year old blonde stared at his pregnant wife with disdain.
"Mia, it's a terrible idea." said Draco, returning his attention to the Prophet. Hermione stomped over to him and yanked it from his grasp.
"Listen to me goddamit!" cried Hermione. "We need to tell them!"
"Alright, go ahead and tell your bloody parents. But my mother does not need to know right now. I will not have her ruining what we have!" snapped Draco. Hermione flopped down onto the chair, placing her hands on her small belly.
"Look Draco, I'm sorry. When my parent's sent me that letter, I told them I would explain everything to them over Easter break. Guess what? It's bloody Easter break! Time to come clean. The train leaves tomorrow morning! In less than twenty four hours my parents will find out that I'm both married and pregnant. And you are coming with me."
"Mia, darling, why can't we just stay here? I'll take you to Le Soleil Magique!" coaxed Draco. Hermione's glare only hardened.
"Don't you dare try and butter me up! Draco, you are fucking coming with me or so help me Merlin!" screeched Hermione. Draco stood up and glared at her.
"Hermione, calm down." ordered Draco. He sighed. "Mia, I'll go with you. I promise. But my mother will have to wait."
Hermione burst into tears suddenly. "She will always hate me."
Draco consoled her, rubbing her back and whispering to her. "Mia, you're just hormonal. I mean, after all you are four months pregnant. Babe, it'll be alright. Just, drink this."
Hermione sipped the juice he handed her, a faint smile on her face. "I'm so sorry hon. I-I worry. My parent's won't take too kindly to this, but I want you there with me. Supporting me."
Draco smiled at his wife and hugged her close. "Mia, pack your bags. We're staying at the Grangers for a week!"
Hermione and Draco boarded the train nervous at the prospect of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Granger. They shared a compartment with Harry and Ginny. Ginny was now about six and a half months pregnant with twins. She found out they were both boys and Harry was ecstatic. Currently they were all discussing baby names.
"I like Rose." said Hermione, rubbing her belly affectionately. It was small, but noticeable in her current attire. She had chosen a form fitting t-shirt and jeans. Hermione leaned onto Draco. "What do you think?"
"I like Prudence." suggested Draco. He managed to keep a straight face. Hermione sat up.
"That's not funny. My father attempted to name me Gertrud, until my mother forcefully kicked him in a not so pretty place. Now, would you me to make it a family tradition?" snapped Hermione. Harry and Ginny chortled.
"I like Michelle." said Harry, smiling.
"Meh." judged Hermione. "Michelle reminds me of my great aunt. She pinched my cheeks and smelled like pee."
"Alright, enough of our baby. What if it's a boy? Speaking of, what do you think you're going to name the twins?" inquired Hermione.
"James Sirius and Johnathon Arthur." said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand and holding it tightly. They smiled at each other with so much love and affection.
"They're perfect!" sighed Hermione, grinning.
"If it's a boy, can we name is Darwin?" asked Draco. They group burst into laughter as Hermione smacked his chest.
"You're a git."
"I'm your git." sang Draco. Hermione sighed, but the smile remained. They sat in silence for the rest of this trip, all lost in their own thought.
Hermione was astounded at how easily Harry let Draco into his and Ginny's life. Well, it wasn't exactly easy. It had taken Hermione the entire month since revealing to Draco about her pregnancy, plus extra. Ironically, it was Ginny who turned him. She saw the good in Draco, especially after seeing Hermione and Draco interact. She thought Mia was an adorable nickname. Ginny somehow, still unknown to Hermione, convinced Harry that Draco was a good guy. Who just happened to have a dangerous and dark past, with a bright and brilliant future.
Draco was just as astounded, seeing as half the people in the compartment wanted him dead a year prior. But now, they accepted him. Sort of. It was more than a toleration but less than a friendship. To him, it was an acquaintanceship. To him, it was a helluva lot better than nothing- or being hated.
"Look's like we've about arrived." sighed Hermione as they pulled up towards the station.
"Mia, you're parent's do now I'm staying with you...correct?" clarified Draco, realizing he'd never actually been notified. Hermione busied herself with pulling down her trunk.
"What's a surprise if they know it's coming." laughed Hermione. Draco's mouth dropped.
"MIA! Another thing to spring on them? They're going to have a bloody coronary!"groaned Draco. "They're going to hate me from the moment they lay eyes upon me!"
"Oh no, they already hate you." replied Hermione seriously. She pulled on her coat and flipped her hair out. "So it's your job to woo them!"
Before Draco could say anything, Hermione magicked the trunks to float behind her as she left. Draco followed her, scowling all the way. The crowd had dispersed. Draco saw Harry and Ginny with the rest of the Weasley's. He spotted Hermione, a few paces ahead. He jogged over to her.
"Where are they?" asked Draco, glancing around to see anyone who remotely resembled Hermione.
"They usually stand outside the platform. It's...more Muggle, shall I say?" Draco nodded, following the brunette out of the wizarding world and into the muggle. Men and women, mostly in business suits, rushed around them. Chattering away on cellphones.
"Where are they?" repeated Draco, still looking around.
"Right there." said Hermione, pointing to a pair who were facing the other way. "Mum! Dad!"
The pair turned around and Draco's mouth almost dropped. Hermione was obviously their child. She looked like the perfect cross between the too. Hermione had her mother's face and structure. She had her dad's skin tone and his brown eyes. Her hair was now a mix between her moms butter blonde and her dad's dark brown. Hermione's hair had lightened and was now a dirty blonde, which Draco loved.
"Mione!" gasped Thomas Granger, hugging his daughter tightly.
"Hello darling." greeted Jean Granger, kissing her cheek.
"Mum, Dad, this is Draco Malfoy." Hermione introduced, giving him a little nudge toward them. They gave him appraising looks.
"Hello Draco. I am Mr. Granger, this is Mrs. Granger." greeted Tom gruffly. Draco pulled on a charming face.
"Pleasure to meet you. I apologize it is so late."
"Come along dear, dinner's waiting." said Jean. Hermione sighed.
"Mum, Dad. Draco's to be staying with us for the remainder of break. We will both explain everything once we get home. Please? Trust me."
"Last time you said that you erased our memories." said Jean frostily. Hermione's eyes cast downward as she said nothing.
"What's for dinner?" piped up Draco, trying to ease the tension as they got in the car.
"Pot roast." replied Tom shortly. Jean clicked on the radio and a muggle pop star was singing.
"But Mama I'm in love with a criminal. And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical." Hermione's mouth dropped.
"Talk about irony." murmured Draco. The drive from Kings Cross was short. They pulled up towards a medium sized house. Draco chivalrously dragged Hermione's trunk inside.
"Mum? Dad? Meet us in the kitchen in five please." ordered Hermione. Draco used magic to float them up. Hermione guided him to her room. It was just like he had imagined it. The room had at least four book shelves, purple walls, and was very conservative.
"Cool." noted Draco. Hermione giggled as she pulled off her coat. Using a simple concealment charm, her belly was unnoticeable. She took Draco by the hand and led him downstairs. Tom and Jean were seated at the table, both serious and imposing.
"Mum. Dad, as you know the wizarding world was at war. Well, we lost many of our people, thus losing magical blood. Due to this, a Marriage Law was put into effect in December. The Law is an ancient one, meant to be automatically put in effect when the percentile drops below a certain number." This was the first time Draco was hearing this and he frowned. "In other words, it's completely irreversible. The law paired you with a perfect match. My match was Draco. You were to marry your match and then bring forth a child within a year. Well...over the holiday Draco and I married. It was just us and witnesses, we're saving a real wedding."
"And the pregnancy?" asked Tom, his face furious. Hermione took a deep breath and pulled out her wand. She muttered the counter spell and stood up.
"Oh my god." Jean promptly passed out.
"Daddy!" shrieked Hermione.
"Mia, maybe you should have spaced it out a little." sighed Draco. Jean woke up, her face nervous.
"Mr. Granger, Mrs. Granger. Despite what Mia has told you in the past, I am a changed man. Slowly, over the past four months your daughter and I have gone from enemies to boy friend and girlfriend, metaphorically. But finding out that I'm going to be a father...it was literally life changing. I know Mia will be an amazing mother, now it's up to me to be an amazing father. I didn't have one, but Mia obviously did. I can only hope to almost live up to you Mr. Granger." said Draco sincerely.
"Draco, it's Tom."
A/N: AWWWWH. Lol, it's 3 am & theres a jersey shore marathon. Thanks for the reviews loves, Happy New Year :D BTW here are things I forgot to cover in the last chapter:
The Baby carrots & rib thing, or whatever, I stole from Full House. And did you catch my little explanation for the apparition during school grounds? McGonagall gives them a time slot! Have no fear! & for the telly, Idk I wanted a telly. :D
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