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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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"So, which movies have you got lined up to view today?" Hermione asked over her shoulder as she tucked a last pin into her hair. Draco shrugged.
"I didn't pick any yet. I thought I might tackle some of those books, actually," he answered before popping the last bite of his toast into his mouth. Hermione smoothed a hand over her finished up-do and turned completely to face him.
"Just make sure you put them back in the correct order," she reminded as she stepped up to him. Draco swallowed and rolled his eyes.
"I promise not to break Rule Number Six. Thou shalt not misarrange, mishandle, or in any way damage, misuse, or misplace the books or DVDs," he drawled, leaning backwards against the kitchen island. "Your precious babies are safe with me, princess."
Hermione smacked him in the shoulder. "Stop calling me princess," she said. Draco grinned as he reached to his side to pick up his coffee.
"Sorry, princess…that request is not on the rule list," he winked at her as he took a sip. Hermione tilted her head at the challenge and then turned to stomp over to the refrigerator. She picked up a pen from the counter next to it and clicked it open.
"Oh, no you don't," Draco said as she raised her hand to the rule list that was held in a magnet on the refrigerator's door. Hermione stilled her hand and looked back at him.
"We agreed that we could add new rules as needed," she sniffed as her hand resumed its motion to begin writing. Draco slammed down his mug and bolted over to her.
"No," he said as he grabbed at her hand to try and take the pen. Hermione cackled as she blocked him with her back and hastily began to scribble. The cackle turned into outright laughter as Draco grabbed her around the middle and tugged her away from the appliance.
"No rules about me not calling you princess!" he hollered as he yanked the pen from her hand and jiggled her triumphantly. He held her to the side as he started to write on the list. Before Hermione could wriggle free of him, he'd finished his sentence.
"Rule Number Twenty: Draco may call Hermione 'princess'…Draco!" she read it out loud and then swatted at him again. He laughed as he chucked the pen aside and strutted back over to the island.
"Come finish your breakfast, princess," he smirked, seating himself back down on a stool. He resumed his sips on his coffee as he reached for the recently delivered and still folded Daily Prophet lying beside his empty breakfast plate.
"No, I'm pulling rank and deleting that," Hermione said, summoning the pen. Draco bolted up to stand to try and stop her again but sent his mug tumbling in the process. Coffee splashed over the newspaper, their plates and the island.
"Damn it!" he cursed as he dropped the Prophet and shook the brown drops of liquid from his fingers. Hermione abandoned the pen and rule list and hurried over to him.
"Are you alright? It didn't burn you, did it?" she asked in concern. Draco shook his head.
"Nah, it only splashed a little on my hand. Ruined the paper though."
Hermione scrunched her nose. "It's a ragsheet anyway," she said sweeping the sopping paper and the soggied remains of her breakfast into a bin.
"Sorry about your toast," Draco said as helped Hermione clean up the mess.
"It's fine, Draco," she smiled after the coffee was cleared away. "I need to be off anyway. Walk me to the Floo?"
Draco pouted with a moan. "I want you to stay here again," he said, though he followed Hermione into her sitting room.
"I'll try to come back to have lunch with you," she offered, tiptoeing up to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tugged her closer.
"Stay," he murmured against the side of her mouth as he kissed her back. She wiggled in his arms and pushed as his chest.
"You know I have to go to work," she chuckled as he nuzzled her all the harder.
"No," Draco insisted, "I'm sure the elves can take care of themselves for another day without you. Come on…skive off and stay. We can relax all day on the couch and watch movies in between talking and snogging like we did yesterday."
Hermione sighed as Draco buried his face into the side of her neck and trapped her waist within his arms.
"Draco," she said gently, "as much as I'd like to stay, I can't just keep skiving off; my work is important. I've got deadlines and meetings and-"
"I get it," Draco interrupted with a fake pout, releasing her and taking a step back. "Go to your ever so important job. I'm sure I'll be fine here…by myself…alone…all day...by myself."
Hermione shook her head at him. "I think I've mentioned that I'm unswayed by whining and pouting."
Draco shrugged. "Worth a shot."
Hermione looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. "Why don't you come to work with me today? You can see what it is that I do. And maybe see if any departments are hiring."
Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I don't want to work at the Ministry. Besides my father's there nearly every other day and I'd prefer to avoid a run-in."
"The Auror offices are on an entirely different level than mine," Hermione said as she summoned Draco's wizarding robes. "It's unlikely you'll see him in my office…unless you think he'll try and confront me…"
"No," Draco shook his head as he grabbed his robes out of the air when they floated past, "he wouldn't dare risk making any trouble there. His position's precarious enough as is. One wrong move and he'll lose his probation."
Hermione hummed. "Yes, Harry's mentioned that same sentiment. I'm afraid most of the Aurors don't like him much."
Draco snorted as he tugged on his robes over his Muggle clothes. "They're not the only ones."
Hermione frowned slightly as he then tugged rather harder than he needed to at his robe clasps, but said nothing and picked her bag up from where she'd set it on the nearby side table.
"Does Potter know about us, then?" Draco asked.
"Not everything," she admitted. "He knows that I'm teaching you about Muggle things, but…he doesn't know about…"
"Doesn't know that I've been snogging you senseless for the past day and a half?" he said, popping his eyebrows.
"Yes, that," Hermione said, blushing as she moved to her Floo. Draco grinned satisfactorily at her pink cheeks and took a handful of the Floo powder she offered out to him.
"Are you sure it's alright for me to go into work with you?" he asked, looking down at the substance cradled in his palm. Hermione set down the powder jar and adjusted her bag over her shoulder.
"My only superior is Kingsley," she replied with a nod, "…and he likes me."
Draco smirked. "So…no one will care if you have sex in your office?"
Hermione chocked on her own saliva. "Draco!" she said in a scolding tone. "We are not having sex in my office."
He leaned close to her with a leer. "Why not?"
Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and pursed her lips. "You know what, I change my mind. You stay here," she said, swiping her hand at his to try and take away the Floo powder. Draco laughed and pulled his hand away.
"Now that's just rude," he chided, stepping closer to her and wrapping his other arm back around her. "You don't want to be rude, do you, princess?" he said as he walked her backward into the Floo. Hermione tilted her face up to him.
"Fine, you may come," she said, a slight whimper at the tail end of the word as Draco pressed himself harder against her. "But no sex at work."
Draco nodded and Hermione yelled out the destination as they threw down their handfuls of powder.
"That's not on the list, though!" Draco shouted over the roar of passing grates as they moved through the Floo system. "There's no rule stating we can't have sex in your office!"
((sex in your office office office))
The blood drained from Hermione's face as Draco's words echoed loudly around the Ministry Atrium when they stumbled out of the Floo together. She quickly straightened herself and brushed at her work robes.
"Sshh!" she hissed at him mortified as she glanced around at several people that were staring at them. Draco casually wiped at his own robes.
"What?" he asked innocently. "It's not like we have to keep anything a secret anymore. If I want to YELL about our sex life in public I - ouch!"
Hermione socked him in the side. "What is the matter with you?" she whispered through gritted teeth. Draco held his side and smirked.
"I'm telling Potter on you. You're abusing me," he said playfully.
Hermione frowned when two nearby women eyed them very obviously and then ducked their heads together in whispers. She grabbed Draco by his elbow and tugged at him to walk quickly to escape the looks they were still receiving.
"Merlin alive. We haven't even had sex yet and you've managed to make a spectacle of our-"
"Yet?" Draco grinned as Hermione hurried him through the Ministry halls to the lifts.
"Keep it up and there won't be a yet," she huffed.
"Keeping it up is somewhat essential for that particular act, Mia," Draco joked with a wicked smile. Hermione flushed deeply.
"Oh, my god, just…go," she shook her head as they came up to the lifts and one opened. Every occupant of the already crowded lift looked up and gawked at them. Hermione visibly hesitated at the sight of everyone staring at them, but Draco nudged her forward.
"In you go, princess," he said, stepping up with her to enter the lift. Hermione glared up at him, but subconsciously moved closer to his side when the others in the small space noticeably shrunk away from them and began whispering behind their hands to one another. Hermione turned her disapproving expression from Draco to them and narrowed her eyes.
"Can these lifts move any slower?" she grumbled uncomfortably. Draco glanced over her head at the shifty-eyed crowd.
"What?" he questioned them obnoxiously.
Several occupants averted their eyes while several others returned glares. The lift lurched to a stop and Hermione practically shoved Draco out when the gates opened. Everyone else stayed on.
"After six years, you'd think they'd have better things to do than gossip about us," Hermione said irritably as she stalked down the hall towards her department. "Ungrateful wankers."
"Why do you think I liked to stay at home?" Draco sighed as he followed beside her. Hermione exhaled deeply and they made the rest of their way through the mercifully empty halls in silence.
"Good morning, Norma," Hermione forced a cheerful smile at the old witch behind the reception desk when they arrived. Norma shifted her eyes up from the magazine in her hands. She blinked once at the couple and smacked at her gum.
"Mazel tov," she said in monotone before focusing back on her magazine. Hermione looked at her curiously for a moment and then pushed at Draco to head down the hall to her office door.
"In," she ordered after she unlocked it. Draco obeyed and ducked into the small room.
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Harry nodded at the young wizard behind the reception desk as he entered the main Aurors' office.
"Mornin' Wendell," he greeted.
"Auror Potter," Wendell nodded back, setting a folded Prophet and a fresh cup of tea on the desk counter. Harry picked up the paper and tucked it under his arm and then grabbed the cup of tea. He sipped it lightly as he made his way through the large room past the other Aurors' cubicles and desks to his own.
He set down the tea, newspaper and his briefcase before cracking his neck and plopping himself into his chair. He looked about his desk and frowned at the giant stack of unfinished paperwork teetering perilously close to the edge of it. He shrugged.
"It can wait," he said to himself, reaching for his newspaper. He settled back into his chair and shook out the paper before him as he brought his tea to his lips to take another sip and started to read. He spit his mouthful of tea all over the paper at the sight of the headline.
FORMER DEATH EATER AND MEMBER OF THE GOLDEN TRIO WED IN SECRET
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Draco propped his feet up on Hermione's desk as he leaned back in her chair and flipped through one of her dossiers.
"You compile all of this information for every client?" he asked sounding impressed. Hermione nodded from her place standing before one of her file cabinets as she continued to finger through the records in the drawer she'd pulled open.
"Yes. The more information, the better the chance of securing a favorable outcome," she said. Draco glanced over at her.
"You sound like a solicitor," he teased. Hermione shrugged.
"I basically am," she said, pulling a file and turning to face him. "I don-"
She was cut-off by her office door banging open to reveal a shocked looking Harry. He immediately noticed Draco lounged behind her desk and made a strangled noise as he moved all the way into the office and let the door shut.
"So, it's true," he said breathlessly, looking from Draco to Hermione and then back to Draco.
"Morning, Potter," Draco drawled, setting aside the dossier and then folding his hands in his lap. "Long time no see."
Harry furrowed his brow slightly, but nodded. "Malfoy," he said shortly. He looked back at Hermione.
"Really, Hermione?" he said sounding somewhere between exasperated and sad. "It's official now?"
Hermione growled and rolled her eyes. "Good news travels fast," she groused, turning to glare at Draco. "You just had to keep on with the sex in the office thing."
"Merlin, Hermione," Harry cried, running a nervous hand through his messy hair, "what has gotten into you?"
"We're NOT really going to have sex in the office, Harry," she assured with another glare at the blond smirking behind her desk.
"That's still up for discussion," Draco said, popping his hips at her suggestively causing Harry to shudder.
"Christ," he exclaimed, shaking his head. "I see what you meant about him being crass."
Draco arched an eyebrow and tilted his head at Hermione. "You told him I was crass?" he asked with an amused grin. Hermione rolled her eyes again and then focused on her wide-eyed friend.
"Do your parents know?" Harry suddenly demanded. He looked at Draco. "Do his?"
Draco's grin flattened into a grim line. "My parents made their extreme disapproval devastatingly clear when they cut me off, Potter," he said coldly. "Thank you for asking."
Harry looked genuinely taken aback as Hermione stepped up to Draco's side and placed a hand to his shoulder. Draco closed his eyes and reached up to place his hand over hers.
"My parents know too," Hermione said, meeting Harry's gaze with a serious look. Harry took a deep breath.
"And they approve?" he asked quietly. Hermione nodded.
"My mum encouraged it actually," she said softly. "She said I should leave the past in the past."
Draco opened his eyes at the admission and looked up at her tenderly as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.
Harry gaped at the intimate display. "You two are really together," he said sounding awed. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Hermione?"
She sighed at him. "I did, Harry…at lunch the other day."
"You told me you thought you kind of liked him, not that you were all….this," he said, waving a hand at them. Hermione simply shrugged while Draco narrowed his eyes.
"Do you have a problem with us being 'all this'?" he asked challengingly. Harry's mouth twisted as he stared at the two of them for a moment.
"Let me see your wand, Malfoy," he finally said. Draco scowled at him.
"Yeah, I don't think so, Potter," he sniffed. "I clearly don't swing that way."
Harry pulled his own wand and waved it before him. "Your wand, Malfoy," he demanded again, holding out his other hand for it.
Draco released Hermione's hand and lowered his feet to the floor. "Why?"
"As a duly appointed Auror of the Ministry it is my duty to ensure the safety of its citizens – particularly those that are my family. If I want to inspect your wand, I have that right and you are required by law to abide," Harry said authoritatively. "I want to see yours as well, Hermione."
"Harry," Hermione started to protest, but he shot her a quelling look. She frowned at him, but reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand. She held it out and Harry reached forward to take it. He looked at Draco expectantly.
Draco glared at him, but reluctantly bent down to retrieve his wand from his ankle. He sat up again and tossed the wand at Harry who caught it.
"Thank you," Harry said as he stepped back. Hermione and Draco watched him then perform a rapid series of detection spells on their wands.
"Find anything interesting?" Draco huffed. Harry gave a half shrug as he stepped forward and held their wands back out to them.
"You do a lot more cosmetic charms than I'd expect of a bloke, but other than that…" he said.
"So no dastardly Imperius used to entrap the heroine?" Draco sneered sarcastically as he snatched back his wand.
Hermione furrowed her brow at Harry as she took her wand back as well. "Was that really necessary, Harry?"
He gave her an apologetic look. "You're like my sister, Hermione. And given his track record…You know I had to check."
Draco made a rumbling noise in his throat and Hermione sighed.
"Yes, Harry. I know you had to check," she replied, "you wouldn't be such a terrific Auror if you didn't."
He opened his mouth to respond, but snapped it shut and whirled about at the sudden sound of a large commotion in the hall.
"What in the name of Merlin is it now?" Harry lamented as he cracked open the office door to peer out. "Oh, buggering hell."
"What is it?" Hermione asked, squaring her shoulders and tightening her grip on her wand. Draco stood and looked anxiously at the door.
"It seems news has spread," Harry said, closing and locking the door. He turned back to the other two. "There's about a dozen reporters out there. Norma transformed and is holding them off."
"Transformed?" Draco asked, looking down at Hermione next to him.
"She's three-quarter veela," she answered, still frowning at the door. "When she gets upset she gets nasty."
"That old hag is a veela?" Draco said doubtfully. "She's ugly as sin."
"Well, that is what happens to a veela when its chosen mate rejects them," Hermione said, stepping around her desk to approach Harry. "Try not to judge, dearest."
"You are so not calling me 'dearest'." Draco shook his head threateningly as he joined her side again.
Hermione frowned up at him. "Then don't call me 'princess'," she snapped.
"I hate to break-up this little lovers' quarrel of yours, but are you two prepared to deal with this shit just now?" Harry interrupted, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the hall.
"Absolutely not," both Draco and Hermione answered at the same time. They snickered in surprise at their unintentional synchronicity and Harry shook his head at them.
"You two are un-fucking-believable."
They all startled then when someone banged loudly on the office door and Harry flicked his wand casting a strong silencing spell over the room.
"Now listen," he said seriously, "if you two aren't ready to face the press then you need to leave now. In fact you should probably go away for a while until the hype dies down a bit. Did you already have something planned?"
Hermione furrowed her brow at him. "No. And I can't just leave my position."
Harry held his hands up at her to prevent her from going off as she began to ruffle. "I'll talk to Kingsley. You know he'll be sympathetic. Do you have somewhere to go? Do you still have your Aussie portkey?"
"Yes," Hermione admitted with a wary glance at the door handle as it jiggled furiously.
"Alright then," Harry nodded, holding out his arms. "Are your wards still open to me?"
"Always," Hermione answered, quickly summoning her bag and placing a hand to his right arm. Draco stood there looking confused and Harry shook his left arm at him.
"Grab on Malfoy…unless you'd prefer to stay here on your own?"
Draco looked nervously at the offered arm. "People can't Apparate in or out of the Ministry."
"They can if they're Aurors. Now come on," Harry said. Draco sucked in a breath and set his hand over Harry's arm and the three of them disappeared from the office only to land a second later in Hermione's sitting room.
"You both alright?" Harry asked as they all straightened their robes.
"I suppose," Hermione sighed. Harry rubbed her shoulder affectionately.
"Go ring your mum, see if you can stay with your folks for a week or two. I'll try and do some damage control here to settle things while you're gone."
Hermione nodded with an appreciative smile and Harry smiled back.
"You're sure about this insufferable arsehole?" he asked, tilting his head at Draco who crossed his arms.
"Hey," he snapped, but Hermione ignored him and nodded again.
"Yes, Harry. I'm sure," she said softly. Harry pulled her into a hug.
"I love you," he said into her ear. "No matter what."
"I love you too, Harry," she whispered back. Harry let her go and took a step back.
"If you two need anything, ANYTHING, you contact me. Got it?" he said. Hermione gave another rapid nod.
"And make sure you let us know if anything happens with Gin, okay?" she said.
"I will. Call me when you get settled and we'll talk this through properly. Now, I better get back," Harry said, adjusting his glasses on his nose. He gave Hermione one last smile before turning to Draco. He looked him over with a stern, appraising expression and then thrust out his hand. Draco blinked down at the gesture but reached out and shook Harry's hand.
"Congratulations," Harry said as he squeezed Draco's hand rather harder than was necessary. He leaned close to the one side of Draco's face to hide his own from Hermione as he added in a low whisper, "If you hurt her, Malfoy…I'll kill you," and then straightened up with a wide smile. He released Draco's hand and took a step back.
"Good luck!" he called out and then turned on his heel to leave with a crack. Both Hermione and Draco stood staring at the space where Harry had just been until Hermione cleared her throat.
"So, uh…" she said turning to look at Draco and rubbing anxiously at her upper arm, "want to meet my parents?"
Draco shrugged as he continued to stare straight ahead. "Well, you've already met mine…"
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A/N: Thank you Sev, Nichole-Hermione, discord_the_lunatic, cpetnm, starr, FieryPhoenix, Missus_G, DaFossil, pickles87, Victoria, Trelweny, ssdawning, StarrCrystal, and happyhardcore for your reviews!!!!
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