Moonlight Sonata | By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“…Eriko.” George’s face was worried, drawing her away from the other two girls the moment they entered the room. An arm slid around her as he took her aside and cast a spell that would keep others from hearing his words. “We agreed that you’d be the first to hear - and that I would tell you…”
“Hear what?” Suspicion darkened her eyes rapidly, but as her husband touched her cheek with his fingertips, she relaxed slightly. “George, what’s going on?”
“…it’s a new law passed by the ministry this morning. It won’t affect any of us - except for Hermione. It’s called the ‘Marriage Law’…” He began, only to have her eyes widen in utter horror. He suspected she might know something about it, but when her hands lifted to her lips, her head shaking, he began to wonder just how much she knew. “…Eriko?”
“…I never thought they’d do it…they’ve been talking about it for over a month now - it’s something we did in Japan once, long ago…the ambassador I serve mentioned it as a joke to the minister, but…he seems…”
“He apparently thought it would be successful.” Handing her the newspaper clipping he’d drawn from his back pocket, he merely waited. George, along with everyone in the house but Hermione, Akiko, and Eriko, had read the contents already.
“…due to falling birth rates and disunity within the magical community, the Ministry of Magic has decreed that all single pureblood wizards and witches over seventeen years of age are to marry, within one year of this law’s passing, a half-blood or muggle-born wizard or witch. There are no exceptions.” She swallowed, looking up to her husband, who gestured for her to keep reading. Eriko found that she had to read aloud - the sheer audacity of the report would have drowned her otherwise. “…Any muggle-born or half blood who has been offered for must agree to the marriage, unless another offer has been made. Contracts will be drawn up to provide for both parties in a suitable manner - any pureblood who refuses to choose a partner will have one chosen for them by the ministry, chosen by the compatibility of the individual with other available individuals. Refusal to comply will result in no less than three years in Azkaban, and at most a revoking of magical abilities and banishment from the magical community.”
“Eriko?” Concern creeping into his tone, he reached for his wife of one year, his arms wrapping around her as she turned to him in utter confusion. “Are you…alright?”
“…George…what about Hermione?”
“…she’s on the list that was mailed out to all single purebloods this morning.” He whispered.
“…oh, no…George!” A shake of her head. “How can they do this to her?! How dare they?! She’s in no condition to be forced into something of this nature! Marriage?! Have they lost their minds?!”
“…worst of all - none of our friends that are purebloods are single…” Before he could continue, a wave of his wife’s hand dispelled the barrier, and she walked over to Hermione, drawing both she and Akiko into the kitchen. Wards were placed on the doors to prevent anyone from following, as well as to keep what was said in the room from those outside it.
Confused, Hermione and Akiko watched as Eriko pointed them to the kitchen table, where the two sat cautiously. They both recognized that look - Eriko was entering her battle-mode, and once she hit it, no one would stop her from doing what she believed was necessary.
“Eriko…?” Akiko whispered, afraid to speak louder just in case her sister was angry enough to explode at only the slightest irritation. “…what’s going on?”
“This.” The article was slammed onto the table in front of them, making both girls jump. As she stalked away and began pacing the small kitchen, Akiko and Hermione stared. “Read it! Both of you!”
Still wary of the ensuing explosion - not to mention being eaten alive by curiosity - the two girls obeyed the command. The more they read, the paler both girls got - until Hermione simply let out a tiny squeak and went nearly catatonic.
“How can they do this?!” Akiko raged suddenly, only to fall still with her sister’s slow shake of her head.
“It doesn’t matter how. They’ve done it. They’ve also revoked the international passes for all single wizards and witches.” Eriko moved to place a hand on Hermione’s shoulder in support, before sighing. “…Hermione…I can try to speak to Mr. Ryuji, but…”
“…there’s nothing he can do, is there?”
“As a mere ambassador…probably not.”
“Eriko! We can’t let her just get auctioned off like this!”
“Can you blame them, Akiko?!” The sudden snap took her aback - her sister was lashing out at her, something that rarely happened. “Can you?! They narrowly escaped genocide five years ago, and things aren’t getting any better!”
“…she’s right.” Though there was fear in her eyes for what lay ahead, Hermione stood and looked to them both. “…if everyone is forced to lose the pureblood status…what cause remains to any of them? Besides, I’m sure I’ll be fine - who would think to offer for me, anyway?”
“…yeah, that’s true…after all, the ministry will be screening offers, and rejecting those that seem suspicious or unsafe for any specific individual.” Akiko brightened up a bit. “So you’ll be fine! Won’t she, Eriko?”
When she turned to her sister, it was to see her looking at the warded doorway - as George stepped through looking more grave than ever before. The door was warded still, but for some reason, Eriko could never keep her husband out of a room - and she had not had her sister ward the door with her to prevent his entry.
“…Hermione?” George seemed uncomfortable, and very worried - unusual for him, and slightly worrisome in and of itself. “…there’s…someone here to speak with you…”
~*~
When the news arrived that day, Lucius Malfoy had to brace himself for the ensuing explosion from the east wing of the manor, knowing his son would wake to the arrival of the Daily Prophet. He was not disappointed, as a roar echoed down the halls and startled Narcissa so much she nearly spilled her morning tea. Frowning slightly, she set it down and rose.
“Was that Draco?”
“Yes, dear, he just read the paper.”
“…and why would he have that reaction to reading the paper?” A brow arching, the petite woman crossed her arms and leveled a glare on her husband that would have sent a lesser man running in fear.
“Here.” Passing the paper to his wife, he returned to his breakfast, only to be forced to pause again as his wife collapsed into a chair, and his son burst into the room enraged and completely unkempt. The aristocrat merely arched a brow at his son’s state, calmly placing his tea back on its saucer as he rose to face his only child. “…is there any reason for you to come crashing into a room like a bull, without so much as having run a comb through your hair?”
“They can’t do this! How could this have happened without our knowledge, Father?!” Draco’s fury knew no bounds. “I’ll make them-”
“Throw you in jail? I’m afraid not. I’ve done quite enough damage to the Malfoy name without any help from you, and at the moment we are trying to rebuild a good image of ourselves, Draco.” Eyes narrowing in mild irritation now, he gestured to the door. “Go back upstairs, and when you can return as a gentleman, you may. I will not tolerate such a lack of decorum in my presence.”
“Mother-”
“You heard your father, Draco. I really don’t enjoy such an uncivilized response to anything, as you well know.” Defeated, Draco left the room, even as his parents turned to each other, Lucius calmly returning to his breakfast for the second time that day. “Lucius, is there nothing we can do?”
“I highly doubt it, Narcissa.”
“…then we must make this work in our favor.” A faint frown. “It said the single purebloods would be sent a list of single non-purebloods…I believe I will go see if Draco has received it.”
“Narcissa…” The tone made her pause and glance back to see the warning look in his eyes, directed upon her. “…you will discuss your ideas with me before making any rash decisions and rushing off in some disastrous scheme, correct?”
“Of course, darling. I will not leave you in the dark, I assure you.” A smile that worried him more, and he was left alone to finish his meal in peace at last.
“I get the feeling that I will become an integral part of whatever plots she makes…and for some reason, the thought worries me.” He commented to the cat curled up in the window of the breakfast room; it opened one eye lazily, then closed it again. “…lazy animal…a little reassurance would have been welcome.”
This time the cat responded with a look that quite plainly showed it thought he was insane for even thinking reassurance was possible in this situation. Groaning, Lucius closed his eyes, one hand moving to allow the bridge of his nose to be lightly pinched between thumb and forefinger. This did not bode well.
Author’s Note:
And so ends chapter two. I’m still fleshing out the Malfoy side in my mind, and I apologize if the scene is a little rough around the edges - but I must say I’m fond of this take on Lucius. Suggestions? Comments? Questions? Review and let me know!
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