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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54523 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“Are you ready?” Hermione called out as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder.
“Just about,” Draco answered as he came out of the bathroom, slinging his own packed bag over his torso. “I had to make sure I packed my toothbrush. I wouldn’t want to offend the dentists,” he smirked.
Hermione shook her head and stepped up to him. “I’m sure you’ll still find a way to manage that,” she teased, tilting her chin up at him as he shifted his bag to wrap his arms around her.
“On account of I’m oh so crass?” he asked, bringing his face down close to hers. Hermione bit her lip and nodded.
“Mmm hmm,” she hummed in the affirmative. Draco squeezed her.
“I didn’t hear any complaints from you an hour ago about my level of…crassness,” he said, popping his eyebrows suggestively.
Hermione playfully clucked her tongue. “Yes, well, I –ooh!” she yelped when Draco moved a hand down and pinched her bum.
“We’ve got time, princess,” he leered, “what do you say to a third round?”
She laughed and pushed at his chest. “Unless you’d like to explain to my father why we smell like sex, I think you’ll want to hold off.”
“Freshening charms,” Draco suggested as he attempted to bury his face into her neck. Hermione shoved at him and he released her with a pronounced pout. She laughed again as she straightened her clothes and then bent over to pick up Crookshanks’ carrier basket.
“Get Odin,” she simply ordered, hefting the precious cargo in her arms. Draco’s expression turned from one of playful sulking to one of exaggerated annoyance as he turned his attention down to the rattling basket at their feet.
“Really? You’ve left the crazy one for me to carry?”
“It’s a short trip,” Hermione replied with a smile. “And he likes you.”
He gave her put-upon face, but picked up the basket when she cocked a stern eyebrow at him.
“Denied and ordered about,” he grumbled jokingly, “you’re no fun.”
“Watch it,” Hermione said, narrowing her eyes at him though she smiled.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, nodding petulantly while failing to hide his own grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to exit the room. Draco followed, turning the light switch off with his elbow as he passed it.
“The portkey’s in the sitting room,” Hermione mentioned over her shoulder as they both tromped down the stairs. “Once activated, it has a thirty-second delay….so we’ll want to make sure we’re…”
She stopped abruptly at the bottom of the stairs. Draco barely avoided colliding with her and clutched at the cat basket that nearly fell.
“What’s the matter?” he asked, pushing past her to see what she was gaping at when she didn’t move. “Shite,” he cursed at the sight of a bunch of owls perched and clicking and fluttering at each other outside of the front window. He took a step to peer into the kitchen and cursed again when he saw another dozen owls vying for position at its windows.
“So much for Potter handling things for us,” Draco grouched, setting down Odin’s carrier and walking into the living room. “Fucking hell.”
Hermione set Crookshanks down as well and let her bag slip from her shoulder to the floor before following him. She groaned loudly as she joined his side to look at the multitude of impatient looking owls outside her panes.
“At least I set that spell to keep the neighbors wholly uninterested in anything that has to do with the house,” she said as she stepped over to one of the windows. Several owls pecked angrily at the glass and Hermione shrunk back. “Damn it. Some of them are carrying Howlers.”
Draco walked to the other window. “This seems excessive for one sex comment in the Ministry,” he said with a frown. Hermione snorted.
“Do you not remember how much hate mail I got fourth year when it came out that I was seeing Viktor? I was only fourteen and grown women sent me cursed materials,” she said, shaking her head at the recollection. “I don’t even want to imagine what all of this might contain.”
“We should call Potter,” Draco said as an owl slammed its head so hard against the window the glass cracked. He looked over at Hermione with wide eyes. “And probably sooner rather than later.”
Hermione cringed at the birds. “We should just leave.”
Draco gave her a look like she’d gone mad. “And have them show-up at your parents’ house in two days?”
“You’re right,” Hermione lamented as yet another bird swooped down to crash into the pile of waiting owls. “I’ll Floo him quick.”
She jogged out of the room and Draco took the bag off from around his body and walked back into the hall. He heard Hermione talking from the sitting room and set the bag next to Odin before turning to join her there.
The flames of the Floo extinguished as soon as he entered.
“Did you talk to him?” he asked as Hermione sat back on her heels in front of the fireplace.
“Yeah,” she nodded, as she stood, “he’ll be right here. He’s bringing another Auror along to help as well.”
A second later Harry and another man swirled into being with a crack.
“Hermione,” Harry said, stepping up to her at once in a tone of concern, “are you okay?”
She hugged him and nodded. “Yes, it’s just…” She pulled back and motioned to one of the windows.
“I know,” he said scratching his head, “I’m sorry. It took loads longer to wrangle those bloody reporters than I anticipated and I wasn’t able to put a scrambling tracker spell on you two yet. You shouldn’t receive any more after this though. All of your mail will divert to the Ministry where I can check it before sending it to you.”
Hermione nodded in understanding and then raised an eyebrow at the other Auror that was silently glaring at Draco. “Is there a problem, Auror…?”
Harry turned and frowned. “Cooper,” he answered for the man. Cooper ignored Hermione and shifted his gaze to Harry.
“What are your orders, sir?” he simply asked shortly.
“Scan the lot for curses and then retrieve and contain the Howlers,” Harry commanded and Cooper immediately walked off to a window. Draco and Hermione both scowled after him.
“He’s pleasant, Potter,” Draco snipped, “so good of you to bring him along.”
“He’s good at this sort of thing,” Harry said with his own disgruntled frown at the man that was already magically marking the most hazardous of the delivered letters through the glass. “He’s a right prick, but he knows his way around a wand.”
“How delightful that we got to meet him,” Draco sneered. Hermione nudged him in the side with an admonishing look and he rolled his eyes.
“You know,” Harry said, turning to Draco, “this all could’ve been avoided.”
Draco narrowed his eyes at him. “Oh…so this is my fault? People don’t know how to mind their own damn business, but it’s my fault. Fuck you, Potter.”
“Draco,” Hermione reproached, smacking him in the arm. Harry glared right back at the blond, ignoring Hermione’s attempt at intervening.
“Yeah, I think it is your fault,” he replied, raising his brows. “Yours too, Hermione. I love you, but it was really pretty foolish to off and get married without telling anyone first. If you’d have told me even a few days ago, I could’ve had this all taken care of for you.”
Hermione and Draco blinked at him.
“What?” Hermione whispered. Harry furrowed his brow at them as they both stood before him looking like they’d been slapped.
“You should’ve told me you wanted to get married earlier,” he repeated. When they continued to gape at him, Harry tilted his head at them with a troubled look.
“Sir!” Cooper called out. Harry reluctantly took his eyes off of Hermione and Draco to look at the Auror.
“What is it?”
Cooper waved a hand indicating that Harry should join him at the sill and, with a last glance back at the two, jaunted over to him.
“Married?” Hermione said, her brow knitting in thought. She looked up at Draco beside her to see him looking even paler than usual and staring at Harry who was speaking in undertones to Cooper and she gasped.
She suddenly darted away from his side and into the kitchen. Draco slowly turned to peer after her, but said nothing as he swayed slightly on his feet. He heard the rustling of a trash bag and then a muffled ‘Oh, my god.’
Hermione emerged from the kitchen doorway a moment later holding the wilty, coffee-stained Prophet they’d binned. Her eyes rapidly scanned the front page as she stood in the hallway and, when she’d gotten to the end of the article, she looked up from the paper to Draco with shock etched into every line of her face.
“We’re married,” she said. She looked back down at the paper and gulped. “We’re married.”
The statement jolted Draco back to attention. He shook his head slightly and then stalked over to her. He snatched the paper from her when she held it out to him and at the sight of the headline he slumped against the wall.
“We’re married,” he said in the same tone of disbelief Hermione had just used. He glanced up at her. “How…I don’t…” he stammered and then looked back down at the article. “Familial Legacy Enchantment… what the hell is that? We didn’t do any…”
Draco trailed off and suddenly looked livid. “This is horseshite!”
Hermione startled slightly at the exclamation and watched him stomp back down the hall, waving the soiled newspaper angrily.
“Oi, Potter!” he shouted, “How about you stop fucking around with the mail and do some real Auror work, like say, I don’t know…finding the pathetic arsehole responsible for this libelous rubbish!”
He brandished the paper at Harry who’d turned. Harry frowned down at the paper and then up at Draco.
“It’s only libel if it’s not true,” he said with an annoyed scowl. Draco looked about to spit fire.
“But it’s NOT true!”
A Howler suddenly exploded outside one of the windows shattering it and Harry was forced to assist Cooper in rapidly casting spell after spell to hold-off the owls and flying letters.
“Potter!” Draco tried again, but Harry shot him a scathing glare.
“If you’re not going to bloody help, Malfoy, kindly sod off and let us work!”
Draco opened his mouth to retort, but stopped when he caught the flash of Hermione sprinting up the stairs out his peripheral vision. He watched Harry and Cooper finally repair the window only to have another one shatter. The two Aurors scrambled over to it and Draco rolled his eyes and turned to trudge up the stairs after Hermione.
He found her in the reading lounge knelt down and bent over her trunk of magical texts with her wand in hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking up marital spells and enchantments,” she answered without looking up. She sat back and held her wand aloft to levitate a small stack of leather-bound books from the trunk.
“You don’t actually believe that we’re married, do you?” Draco frowned as Hermione shut the trunk and grabbed the first book from the pile. She glanced up at him.
“Yes,” she said, her voice cracking slightly. She returned her attention to the book and opened it. Draco simply stood there and watched as she paged through it with a determined yet concerned scowl. “The bane of my life is that most wizarding texts lack indices,” she grumbled as she set the book aside and took up the next.
Draco shook his head at her. “Just what are you expecting to find? Some arsehole probably just saw us when we were out and decided he’d make a quick galleon by selling the Prophet a juicy-“
“The jolts,” Hermione interrupted, still flipping pages, “the jolts we felt after you gave me your…”
She trailed off as her hand stilled on a page and her face twisted at what she was reading. She closed her eyes and took a giant breath.
“What?” Draco asked anxiously. Hermione cracked her eyes back open and peered down at the book. She placed a hand gently to her mouth and shook her head.
“What?” Draco repeated louder, his chest rising with increasing breaths.
“Familial Legacy Enchantment,” she read aloud. She paused as Draco approached and slowly sank down to sit next to her. She tilted the book so he could follow along as she continued.
“A familial legacy enchantment, while not in common use in modern times, is still utilized by some of the oldest and most established of wizarding clans and families as a means to ensure the continuation of the ancestral name.
The enchantment is seldom applied under normal circumstances, as traditional means of betrothal and vow are usually preferred, but is more often a contingency method for when the death or imprisonment of an heir appears imminent and a spouse to carry on the name must be recognized in a short span of time.
By design then, to provide expediency, the enchantment is triggered by the simple act of gifting an object, usually a ring or other family heirloom upon which the enchantment has been embedded, from the heir to the chosen spouse and the spouse accepting. The marriage bond itself is then sealed with merely a kiss. Consummation is not required to make the marriage official, as the circumstances most often associated with the use of this enchantment rarely allow for such.
The exact terms of any legacy enchantment can, of course, be modified by the family, though most grant the new spouse immediate access and rights to any and all of the family assets and the same considerations as those of a blood relative. The distinction allows for the legitimacy of any offspring produced by the spouse, even if the child is sired outside of the family, allowing for continuation of the name in the event of an only heir’s death.
As a safeguard, marriage established via a familial legacy enchantment may be dissolved at any time, without legal intervention, so long as all parties involved agree to the annulment and consummation has not occurred. If consummation is achieved, however, standard legal divorce proceedings are required for separation.”
When she finished, Hermione gulped and turned to look at Draco who was still reading with a scowl. There was another bang from downstairs followed by a slew of expletives from Harry, and Hermione looked over her shoulder in the direction of the stairs, but Draco was still glaring at the book in her lap. He picked it up and Hermione looked back at him to see him shaking his head.
“I don’t understand,” he said, flipping the pages harshly as if they’d offer up further explanation, “my parents never told me about any legacy enchantment. Why wouldn’t they have told me!?”
Hermione carefully pried the book from his hands and set it behind her. “Neither of your parents ever mentioned a spell on your ring?” she asked.
Draco shook his head again. “No. My father simply told me never to remove it lest I jeopardize the family name. Well, I’d already done that, hadn’t I!? So why the bloody hell would I have kept it on!!?”
“Draco, calm down,” Hermione said, when he shot up to his feet.
“Calm down!?” he shouted as he began to pace. “We’re fucking married, Hermione!”
He bent down and snatched up the Prophet he’d set on the floor. “And how in Salazar’s name did someone find out when we didn’t even know!?” he demanded, shaking the paper violently.
Hermione’s mouth twisted in thought as she glanced back at the book. “It said the spouse was immediately granted access to the family assets,” she said, her eyes widening slightly as she snapped her face back up to look at Draco. “The goblin…he kept asking me which vault. Draco, I think I was already listed as having access to the Malfoy vaults. If notice of our marriage was magically provided to Gringotts, it probably went to the Ministry as well.”
“I was disinherited, Hermione,” Draco said, looking wild, “as in no longer legally a Malfoy…you wouldn’t get access even if you married me. And marriage records are magically sealed unless…”
“Unless an immediate family member requests them,” Hermione finished, pushing up to stand. Draco stopped in his tracks and blinked at her.
“But that would mean…” His eyes widened almost comically. “No…no, I saw him do it. I saw him, Hermione. I SAW him burn me off.”
“You saw him put a black mark on an old tapestry, Draco,” Hermione said quietly. “Did he actually say you were disowned?”
Draco’s breathing started to become erratic as he braced himself on one of the bookshelves and bowed his head, his hand fisting around the newspaper to crumple it.
Hermione stepped up to him and placed a hand to his shoulder. "Draco," she said gently, "it's alright."
He shook his head again, his face contorting with hurt. "I'm not going back to him. Manipulative bastard,” he snarled.
"He loves you," Hermione said, looking torn. Draco snorted.
"You know what...I'm glad his fucking ring married us. I cannot wait to see the look on his face when you divorce me and half of his precious possessions are given to you."
Hermione dropped her hand from his shoulder. "You...you want to get divorced?" she nearly whispered.
Draco's expression immediately softened as he looked up at her. "I...you don't?" he asked hesitantly.
Hermione slumped a little and gave a self-conscious shrug. "I don't know. I admit this is not at all how I'd have chosen to first be married, but...of all the accidental enchantments that could’ve happened… unintentionally marrying someone you’re already in a relationship with is not all that horrible.”
Draco gawked at her for a moment and then let a nervous smile tug at his lips. "You…you want to stay married to ME? Just a bit ago you thought merely discussing marriage was too-"
"I know," she interrupted, "I know, but...I mean it's just a legality really, right? It's not a permanent bond; we could divorce anytime if we decided it wasn't working. I think...maybe for now we should just...see how our relationship progresses; discuss it as we go.”
Draco’s face lit-up with a smile but before he could reply there was the sound of yet another window breaking followed by the sounds of fluttering wings and angry cursing.
“So much for that dick being good at this sort of thing,” Draco said, his smile pursing to a frown as he looked over his shoulder at the stairs.
“Why do people feel the need to inform complete strangers of their opinions on their personal lives?” Hermione huffed. “Two people ought to be able to get married without fear of their mail exploding and cursing their skin off.”
Draco grunted in agreement just as Harry came rushing up the stairs holding their packed bags.
“Harry! What’s going on down th-” Hermione started.
He cut her off. “You two need to leave,” he said, all but throwing their bags at them. He then grabbed Hermione’s hand and plopped a small snow globe of the Sydney Opera House in it as he added, “NOW.”
Hermione shook her head. “Harry, what’s-”
The crack of several more Aurors entering the first floor echoed through the house and Hermione tried to see past Harry down the stairs. He grabbed her by the shoulders and made her look him in the face.
“I had to call in some back-up. An anti-Death Eater extremist sent you…” he shook his head, “…it doesn’t matter. We’ll take care of it, just…go. It’s not safe. I’ll send the cats to Mrs. Figg for her to watch.”
Hermione opened her mouth to try and question him again, but Harry reached over and grabbed hold of a now sour looking Draco’s wrist and, before Draco could resist him, put his hand over the snow globe in Hermione’s.
“I already activated that,” Harry said, stepping back. “Enjoy your honeymoon. I’ll see you in a week or so.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “But…
Harry smiled at her as another explosion sounded from the floor below. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of-”
But the snow globe portkey had already whisked the newlyweds away.
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“May I help who’s next!?”
Lucius Malfoy tugged his cloak hood a little tighter about his head as the man in the queue ahead of him turned to leave and passed him. He shifted his eyes about for a moment and, when the Ministry worker behind the counter repeated ‘Next!’, stepped forward.
“Good afternoon, sir,” the employee started in a bored drone, “what is the nature of your…oh…it’s you is it?”
The man’s lips curled back in a smug, triumphant grin and Lucius glared from the depths of his hood.
“So you do remember me,” Lucius said in a cold voice. “I thought perhaps you’d forgotten our…agreement when I read a rather interesting article in the Prophet regarding my son.”
The worker tilted his head, feigning ignorance. “Agreement? From what I recall you came here inquiring about a marriage certificate. I found it for you and you departed.”
Lucius seethed under his hood and leaned forward on the counter. “Yes, an agreement you purportless swine,” he hissed in a whisper, “The agreement where I paid you a rather large sum to keep your knowledge of that marriage certificate to yourself.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have any recollection of that, sir,” the man said loudly, looking very pleased with himself. “At any rate, I’d never agree to something so sordid as that. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but it is rather a serious offense to offer or accept a bribe regarding confidential citizen information.”
The man paused to smirk at the way Lucius shrank down further into his cloak and cast a nervous glance about himself.
“You’re on probation, are you not, Mr. Malfoy?” the man said quite casually. Lucius snapped his gaze back to him and paled. The man laughed.
“If I were you,” he went on, “I’d be very careful about mentioning any agreement you think we had and simply be happy that your son found a woman gracious enough to overlook the fact that he has the very unfortunate handicap of having you as a father. Now, if you’ll excuse me…this swine has a queue of honest citizens to assist.”
The worker then pointedly ignored Lucius’s presence as he leaned around him to yell out to the next person waiting. “NEXT!”
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A/N: So now they know! And now it’s time for fun in Australia…and meeting the in-laws.
Anywho… I’m sorry, but it may be a couple of weeks until I next update this. I’ve got some family functions I have to prepare for and I also REALLY need to update Songs of Regret. I'll be updating that before this for anyone who cares.
I promise I will come back to this as soon as real life allows.
And of course...THANK YOU toyabear, ChaosLady, chels, Severus1snape, DaFossil, pickles87, HG4eva, discord_the_lunatic, GoodGirlsBadBoys, Trelweny, Missus_G, and Victoria for the reviews!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Look how many exclamation points you’ve earned. LOVE!
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