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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“I’m back!”
Draco barely heard Hermione’s voice as she called out her return through the bathroom door. He gave his face a final scrub in the hot stream of the shower and then turned off the tap. He slicked his dripping hair back as he stepped out of the shower.
“Hermione!” he called out, grabbing a fluffy grey towel hanging on the wall.
“Yes!?” came her slightly muffled reply through the door. “Do you need something?”
Draco stretched as he began drying his face. “Yeah, you can come in!” he shouted back. The door handle turned and Hermione stepped into the bathroom.
“Draco, what did y – Oh gods!” she said, quickly covering her eyes at the sight of Draco standing naked, towel in hand, just outside the shower. “I’m so sorry! I thought you said I could come in,” she apologized with her hand still over the top of her face.
Draco smirked as he began rubbing the towel over his hair. “I did,” he said unperturbed.
“But you’re naked!” Hermione said, peeking an eye over her hand to look at his face. Draco shrugged.
“One generally is when exiting the shower," he chuckled. Hermione made a huff and Draco went on. "Is this a problem?” he asked, eyeing his reflection in the mirror across from him. “Do I have something to be ashamed of?”
Hermione glanced down at his naked form. “Well…no,” she answered as a pink blush spread over her cheeks and she darted her eyes up again. Draco’s smug smirk got wider.
“Then stop covering your face like a first year. It’s not like you were never going to see it anyway,” he said as he moved the towel down to dry his back and torso. Hermione lowered her hand, but tilted her chin upwards to make it obvious that she was keeping her gaze above his waist.
“What did you need?” she asked, avoiding his last statement.
“I just wanted to see you,” Draco shrugged again as he stepped up to the sink counter and finally wrapped the towel around his waist. Hermione rolled her eyes.
“You couldn’t wait until you got dressed?” she asked crossing her arms.
“Nope,” he answered, leaning forward and grinning wide to inspect his teeth in the mirror. “I can’t get dressed yet.”
Hermione furrowed her brow slightly at him as she watched him scrape a finger over his top teeth. She stepped over and pulled open a drawer and took from it a new, unused toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. She set them on the counter in front of him. Draco looked down at them and smiled.
“You just keep new toothbrushes stashed about?” he asked.
“My parents are dentists, if you recall,” Hermione sighed, leaning back on the counter next to him. “And why is it exactly that you cannot yet get dressed?”
Draco inclined his head towards the toilet atop which rested his discarded boxers and t-shirt. “I was hoping you could zap those with a cleaning spell first. I’m not sure how Muggles operate, but I’d prefer not to wear the same underpants two days in a row without them being cleaned and I don’t have any others here.”
Hermione smiled and pushed off the counter. “Be right back,” she said, leaving the room. She came back a moment later carrying a shopping bag.
“I made a quick trip down to the corner store after I was done at Gringotts and got these for you,” she said, reaching her hand into the bag to pull out several items and set them on the counter. “Boxers, socks, razor, and deodorant.”
Draco picked up the stick of deodorant. He held it up with an eyebrow arched in question.
“It works the same as the antiperspirant salve most wizards are used to, but less messy,” Hermione explained, opening another drawer to pull out her own stick. “One of the things Muggles have managed to make better,” she added, raising an arm to mimic putting it on as a demonstration. Draco hummed and uncapped it.
“Not bad,” he marveled as he sniffed it and then raised each arm in turn to apply it.
“If you don’t like the smell of it, you can pick out a different one later,” Hermione offered. Draco shook his head.
“No, it’s good,” he said, setting down the deodorant and smiling first at the underclothes she’d brought then at her. “Thank you.”
Hermione nodded. “It was no trouble. I figured you’d need them if you’re going to be staying a while.”
Draco’s smile faded and he quickly turned his attention back to the counter. He unconsciously rubbed at the indent on the finger where his family ring had been the night before as he frowned down at the sink. Hermione sighed sadly and stepped up behind him.
“You’ll be okay,” she said softly, hugging him around his back and kissing his shoulder. She watched him close his eyes in the mirror as he put a hand to one of her arms and squeezed. Hermione squeezed her arms a little tighter in response before loosening her grip and pulling away.
“Finish getting ready,” she ordered quietly. “And then come downstairs and I’ll show you how to make breakfast.”
Draco opened his eyes and met her gaze in the mirror. “I’m shite at cooking,” he said, allowing himself to smirk a little. Hermione smiled back.
“So am I,” she confessed. When Draco smiled a little wider at that, Hermione moved to the door. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Draco nodded at her and she left, closing the door behind her. He stared at the door a moment and then looked back at his reflection. He puffed a heavy breath and then picked up the package of boxers from the counter to open them.
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“Well!?” Narcissa demanded of her husband the moment he arrived home. Lucius tugged off his traveling cloak and tossed it none too gently at a side table.
“No one has seen him,” he replied, his voice thick with frustration as he sunk his body down into a nearby chair and rubbed at his forehead.
Narcissa swiftly sat herself in the chair facing the one he occupied. “How can that be?” she asked anxiously. “No one at the Ministry remembers seeing him? Did you inquire about the night shift employees? He had to have gone in late to-”
“He didn’t go to the Ministry,” Lucius interrupted, lowering his hand to look very seriously at his wife. “They have no record of any marriage performed there yesterday.”
Narcissa shook her head, “How can there be no record of it?”
“Oh, there’s a record of it,” Lucius nearly growled, “I said there’s no record that it was done at the Ministry.”
“So…it’s a valid union?” she asked lamentably.
Lucius closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair. “Yes,” he said tiredly. He reached into a robe pocket and pulled out a small rolled parchment. He held it out in Narcissa’s direction without opening his eyes. She took the parchment and carefully opened it to read the official scroll.
The Ministry of Magic hereby certifies that
Draco Lucius Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy II,
and
Hermione Jean Granger, daughter of Gene Oliver Granger,
Were freely bound in magical matrimony the sixth day of June in the year 2004
In the City of London
By means of a Familial Legacy Enchantment
Narcissa placed a manicured hand to her lips as she continued to stare down at the parchment. “He gave her his ring?” she whispered in disbelief.
“And it would appear that she has accepted it,” Lucius sighed, eyes still closed.
“But,” Narcissa said, shaking her head at the parchment, “when did you tell him about the ring’s enchantment?”
Lucius opened his eyes and gave her a sorrowful look. “I didn’t,” he said, rubbing the ring on his own hand between his thumb and index finger. “He’s much too impulsive. If I’d told him I’m sure he’d have married that Parkinson girl at the age of fifteen. I simply told him never to take it off. It’s likely he doesn’t even realize what he’s done.”
Narcissa frowned her thin lips. “And how exactly do you intend to fix this?” she asked angrily.
Lucius narrowed his eyes at her. “You think this is my fault?”
“Well, I certainly doubt he’d have removed the ring had he not believed he’d been cast out,” she answered back coolly. Lucius looked angry for a moment, but then closed his eyes again and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You know that was not my intention,” he said quietly.
“No,” Narcissa agreed, “your intention was to scare him into submission. As if he’s not had enough of that sort of-”
“Don’t,” Lucius cut her off sharply, lowering his hand. Narcissa backed down at the urgent tone of his voice and cast her eyes to the floor. They sat in a tense silence for several minutes until Narcissa quietly summoned a quill and parchment and got up to place them in her husband’s lap.
“Write to him,” she ordered calmly, “write him and apologize and tell him to come back. If we’re lucky, they haven’t fully consummated the bond yet and we’ll be able to annul it.”
Lucius gave his wife a dubious look and she simply motioned to the parchment again. “Write him,” she repeated before turning and walking away. Lucius watched her go and then frowned down at the items in his lap.
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“Perhaps we should have started with something simpler,” Hermione cringed, shielding herself with a dishrag as yoke splattered in her direction. Draco growled at the smashed shell and goop in his hand.
“If I can get an ‘O’ in advanced potions, I think I can learn to cook a fucking egg,” he snapped, chucking the mess into a nearby bin and then wiping his hand on a towel before picking up a new egg.
Hermione stepped up to his side and picked up an egg of her own. “Try approaching it like you’re brewing a potion, then,” she suggested, tapping the egg firmly, yet carefully on the edge of a bowl. “Think each step through. Make precise, deliberate decisions when handling each ingredient.” She grasped the cracked egg at both ends and, with seeming expertise, broke the shell into two equal halves to deposit the contents into the bowl.
“Know-it-all,” Draco muttered. Hermione elbowed him and he laughed.
“Do you want to learn this or not?” she demanded, binning the empty shell.
“I think I’d prefer to watch you make it and then eat it,” he answered, tossing his egg up in the air. Hermione winced as he caught it, expecting it to break and Draco laughed again.
“You thought I was going to break it, didn’t you?” he asked with a sly grin. Hermione frowned.
“Well, you’ve already managed to smash two all over my counter,” she said with a pointed look at the mess he’d made. Draco tossed the egg up again and caught it easily with a shrug.
“My hands know how to handle delicate things,” he added with a waggle of his brows.
“Clearly,” Hermione replied, shaking her head and running her index finger through a puddle of egg whites. Without warning, she reached up and smeared it across his cheek.
Draco’s eyes dilated as his mouth went slack. “You did not just do that,” he said in a low voice. Hermione simply dipped her finger into more egg.
“Oh, I did that,” she said cheekily, lifting her finger in a manner that threatened she’d do it again. Before she could do so, though, Draco, quick as lightning, swiped his finger across the counter and deposited a sizeable amount of egg stuffs on her nose.
“Eck!” Hermione rubbed at her nose and then immediately wiped her hand down his face.
Draco chuckled darkly as he swiped his forearm over his sticky cheek and held up the whole egg he still had in his other hand. “Oh, witch, you are in trouble now.”
Hermione bit her lip as they stared at each other in a playful stand-off. Her eyes darted to the carton of eggs on the counter and Draco shook his head.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he taunted, tossing his egg up again. Hermione took advantage of the action and lunged at the counter to try and grab a new egg of her own. Draco sprung forward at the same time and grabbed an arm around her middle to pull her away from the counter just as her fingers wrapped around an egg.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare!” Hermione squealed as she wriggled in his grasp, her back to his chest, and he waved the egg threateningly over her head.
“What will you give me not to?” Draco purred in her ear, tightening his grip. Hermione stilled and looked over her shoulder at him.
“You know that all I have to do is say one word and my wards will shred the fuck out of you, right?” she said smugly. Draco simply grinned and pressed his face closer to hers.
“Do it then,” he challenged. Hermione returned his grin and bent forward suddenly to break his hold on her and, in one fluid motion, whirled around to face him and smashed the egg into his hair. Draco grunted in surprise as Hermione began laughing. She doubled over at the sight of yoke dripping down his forehead and Draco raised a brow at her before very calmly reaching forward to smash his egg onto her head.
She stopped laughing as he rubbed the egg’s messy goo into her curls.
“You are so dead!” she cried, lunging again to the counter for the carton. Draco did the same and their hands scrambled over each other’s as they each tried to take hold of more ammunition. Hermione got one first and blindly chucked it at him. The egg broke against Draco’s chest and he laughed as he took hold of an egg in each hand and proceeded to smash one down the back of her shirt and the other on the top of her head again.
Hermione shrieked as she stepped back to try and flee, but Draco blocked her way and forced her against the nearby refrigerator. He placed an arm on either side of her to trap her in place and bore down on her.
“Looks like I won,” he said triumphantly. Hermione wrinkled her nose at him, but smiled as they both panted slightly to catch their breath. Draco roamed his eyes over her and then, after pushing an egg-soaked curl off her forehead, ducked down his head to kiss her in earnest.
Hermione whimpered slightly as he slipped his arms around her lower back but then lifted her right hand that was still clutching an egg and brought it against the side of his head to splatter it into his white-blond hair. He pulled back and gave her a look.
“Really?” he admonished playfully, wiping at the side of his face where the egg began dripping down, as Hermione laughed loudly.
“A Gryffindor never gives up,” she smirked as she laughed. Draco shook his head and pressed himself closer to her.
“And a Slytherin never forgets,” he countered with a devious sneer. “Better watch your back, princess.”
Hermione tilted her chin up defiantly and Draco stole another kiss.
“Prat,” she sighed when he pulled up again.
“Is Muggle breakfast always this much fun?” he asked, finally stepping back and tugging at his soiled shirt.
“Not usually,” Hermione said as she pulled her wand and began siphoning the yoke, egg whites, and shell bits from their hair, clothes, the counter and floor. Draco held still and watched as she collected the messiness into a single floating blob in the center of the kitchen and then levitated it to the rubbish bin.
“We shouldn’t have wasted all those,” Hermione sighed, stowing her wand when the job was done. Draco ruffled his now egg-free hair.
“Hey, don’t blame me,” he said defensively, “you started it.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at him, but smiled as she moved to a cabinet and pulled down a box and two bowls. “Yes, well….now you get cold cereal for breakfast,” she replied, bringing the items to the island.
Draco sat himself upon one of the stools as Hermione then went to retrieve milk and spoons.
“I trust you can figure this out for yourself,” she said when she came back and set the milk down next to the cereal box and clinked a spoon into Draco’s bowl. He grinned.
“Now this is my kind of cooking,” he said as he opened the box and poured a healthy portion of flakes into his bowl. Hermione smiled back as she settled herself onto a stool. She prepared a bowl for herself when Draco was done and they ate in comfortable silence for a bit until they were disturbed by a loud tapping at the kitchen window.
They both looked up to see a large, tawny eagle owl waiting on the other side of the pane. Draco smiled at the bird as Hermione got up and went to the window. She opened it and the bird hopped inside and clicked at Draco who had stood to join them at the window.
“He, girl,” Draco said affectionately as he scratched her behind one of her feathery horns. “Did Father toss you out too?”
Hermione made a sad face at the forlorn tone of his voice, but simply reached out to pet the majestic bird. “This is your owl?” she asked. Draco nodded.
“This is Artie…well, Artemis,” he said with a reverent look at the preening bird. “Do you mind if she stays? She’s friendly,” he added, looking up at Hermione.
She shook her head. “Not at all. She can share Doctor Hoo’s nesting box. And I’ve got plenty of owl treats.”
Draco snorted a laugh. “Who’s Doctor Hoo?”
“My owl, of course,” Hermione answered, still petting Artie. “She’s a barn owl.”
“I never noticed an owl here,” Draco observed thoughtfully.
Hermione motioned to the yard beyond the window. “She prefers to stay outside, so I set her box up out there. It’s rather spacious and Hoo’s sociable with other owls, so it shouldn’t be a problem for Artie to stay.”
Just as Draco tilted his head to look out across the back lawn another eagle owl came swooping down to land on the sill. The giant bird nearly bowled Artemis over and the two owls clicked and fluttered angrily at each other as Draco and Hermione jumped backwards.
“I thought you said she was friendly?” Hermione cringed as she watched the birds fight. Draco grabbed a towel from the counter and swatted forcefully at the other owl until it backed off and Artemis flew all the way into the house to perch atop one of the cabinets with an indignant ruffling of her feathers.
“She is,” Draco said as he scowled at the larger eagle owl that was now taking up the space in the open window. “This one’s not,” he added, pointing at it accusingly.
“It has a letter,” Hermione noted.
“I’m sure it does,” Draco nearly spat. “It’s my father’s owl.”
Lucius’s owl held out its right talon, in which was clutched a sealed scroll. Draco simply glared at it.
“Aren’t you going to read it?” Hermione asked hesitantly. Draco shook his head.
“I’d rather not. Do you have a quill?”
“There’s a pen in the top drawer there,” she suggested. Draco went to the drawer and pulled out a ballpoint pen.
“Perfect,” he smirked at the Muggle writing utensil. He went back to his father’s owl and snatched the scroll from its grip. Without opening it, he wrote something on the outside of it and then thrust it back out to the bird. The owl took it, turned about and flew off.
“You probably should have read that,” Hermione said with a slight frown. “What if he was sending word that he’d rethought his de-”
“He didn’t rethink anything, Hermione,” Draco said surely with an angry pout. “That, more than likely, was either an official notice of my eviction or a reminder that my access to the vaults has been revoked…or both.”
Hermione looked back out the window at the owl that was already a speck in the distance and sighed. “I still think you ought to have read it.”
Draco shook his head as he sat back down on the stool and tucked back into his cereal. “But, speaking of vaults,” he said with a somewhat forced casualness, “did you have any trouble making the deposits earlier?”
Hermione came back to the island. “No,” she said as she sat, “but the goblin did act a bit strange.”
“How so?” Draco asked seriously, setting down his spoon. Hermione shrugged.
“He kept asking me which vault I wanted to deposit to. I kept telling him MY vault and he just kept saying ‘yes, which one?’ I only have ONE vault.”
Draco furrowed his brow slightly. “That is strange. Goblins aren’t known to make mistakes.”
Hermione nodded in agreement. “I finally just showed him my vault key and then after that it was business as usual. I think perhaps he was trying to be thorough. Some of them are still a bit wary of me.”
“You did rob them once,” Draco smirked as he picked his spoon back up.
“I was cleared of those charges,” Hermione replied coolly. Draco hummed.
“Doesn’t mean you didn’t do it,” he said. Hermione looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and then summoned the pen he’d used earlier and a piece of paper.
“What are you writing?” he asked curiously as she began to scribble on the paper. She said nothing and simply slid the paper across the island surface to him.
“Since it seems you’ll indeed be staying here, I think it prudent to establish a set of ground rules to ensure a comfortable arrangement,” she said as he picked up the paper and read it. “Rule Number One…”
“There is to be no mention of, allusion to, or discussion about any implied, rumored or actual past criminal transgressions,” Draco read aloud.
Hermione nodded. “Do you have an issue with Rule Number One?”
Draco shook his head. “No, I think Rule Number One suits me just fine. Give me the pen.” He held out his hand and Hermione passed it over. He bent over the paper to add Rule Number Two. Hermione watched him with interest until he finished and slid the paper and pen back to her.
“Rule Number Two,” she read, “one will not address the other by their surname.” She nodded. “That’s fair enough.” She wrote another rule and handed it back. Draco laughed out loud when he read it.
“Oh, I think you and I will get along just fine,” he said with a wink.
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Lucius stood in the middle of the manor gardens, the scrolled parchment his owl had returned to him clutched in his right hand, and stared blankly out across the grounds.
“Lucius?” Narcissa said quietly as she stepped up to his side and placed a hand to his upper arm. Her husband said nothing and merely swallowed hard as he continued to look forward. Narcissa glanced down at the parchment in his hand and inhaled deeply. “Lucius, what did he say?” she asked hesitantly.
He still said nothing in response, but held up the unopened scroll. Narcissa gently took it from his grasp and rolled it over in her fingers to read Draco’s message written in his perfect flowing script in blue, Muggle ink.
“Omnia vincit amor.”
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A/N: Thank you cpetnm, pickles87, FieryPhoenix, sheedy, Nichole-Hermione, HG4eva, Trelweny, Severus1snape, DaFossil, barrapato, Missus_G, ChaosLady, happyhardcore, Kassi23, and ^.^cat for the reviews!
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Oh, and... 'omnia vincit amor' is Latin for 'love conquers all'
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