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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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Hermione groaned and cracked open one sleepy eye at the sound of her mobile receiving a text message. She flopped her hand onto the nightstand for it and glared at the screen.

It was a text from Harry.

"YOU UP?"

Hermione blinked open both eyes and dropped the phone back down.

"Ugh, no," she answered groggily to herself. Her quiet statement caused Draco to stir beside her.

"Sleep," he said hoarsely, tightening the arm he had draped over her bare waist and nuzzling his face into her neck.

"Mmm," she hummed in agreement, closing her eyes once more, "sleep."

Draco briefly lifted his arm to tug the blankets higher up over them and then pulled her close again. Hermione cozied down into his embrace and sighed contentedly as they laid together, their legs entangled in their warm, little cocoon.

"I like this," she whispered. Draco merely nodded against her.

The phone started ringing.

Hermione made an exaggerated moan of displeasure.

"I'm going to murder whoever is making that thing ring," Draco grumbled irritably as he loosened his hold on her to allow her to sit up in the bed. Hermione scrubbed her face with her hands and then glared sideways at her mobile again.

"It's Harry," she said, eyeing the caller ID.

Draco opened one eye and glowered sleepily up at her. "He's a dead man," he replied.

Hermione gave him a wry smile, but picked up the mobile and placed it on speaker.

"This had better be important," she answered the call without a greeting, "or I have it on good authority that you will meet an unpleasant end."

"Very unpleasant," Draco chimed in from where he still lay.

"Did I wake you?" Harry's voice carried out of the device. "I sent you a text."

Hermione rolled her bleary eyes. "You mean the text asking me if I was awake? The text I didn't answer because I was sleeping?"

Harry hesitated on the other end. "Uh...yeah. Sorry, I, uh..."

"Nevermind," Hermione sighed, "Are you okay? What’s going on?”

Harry cleared his throat. "I'm fine," he said surely, "everything’s fine. You, uh, never called me and I actually meant to get back to you sooner, but I couldn’t remember the time difference and then I had paperwork and…well, anyway your cats and your house are fine. Just a few broken windows and singed upholstery, but we patched everything up on the spot. Thought you’d like to know."

Hermione rubbed sleepily at her scalp. “Uh huh,” she yawned widely. Her eyes started to droop closed where she sat.

“I also sorted all of your mail,” Harry went on, “I was thinking of sending it out to you, if that’s okay.”

“’s nice,” Hermione said dazedly, as she dozed off.

“Um…there’s quite a bit of it. Is that Malfoy’s owl that’s shacked up with yours? Because I can have them both bring it all to you with my owl.”

Only a faint snore answered him.

“Uh…Hermione?”

“Fuck off, Potter. We’re sleeping,” Draco growled. He batted at the phone slipping from Hermione’s fingers. “How do you turn this blasted contraption off?”

The movement from Draco hitting her hand startled Hermione back awake.

“Wha-what’s…oh! Harry?” she called out, pushing herself up higher in the bed to force herself to fully wake. “Harry, are you still there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

Draco muttered something rude-sounding under his breath and tugged his pillow over his face. Hermione frowned at him before turning her attention back to her mobile.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” she said. “What were you saying?”

“Maybe I should call back,” he offered. “You sound really tired.”

“No, no. We needed to get up anyhow-“

“She lies!” came Draco’s muffled yell from beneath the pillow.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your morning,” Harry apologized.

“It’s okay, it’s just…we were up quite late,” she yawned again.

Draco lifted the pillow slightly. “Does he want a play-by-play of our night!?” he asked obnoxiously.

Hermione smacked him in the ribs. “Don’t be a prat,” she hissed at him.

“Don’t have Muggle sex, Potter! Condoms are a bitch!” he hollered at the phone. Hermione slugged him harder and he lowered the pillow back over his face with a huff.

“Harry, I’m so sorry,” Hermione started.

“It’s…it’s fine,” Harry spoke up uncomfortably. “Look…I really just rang to let you know that everything’s being managed here and that I’m sending you your mail with your owls.”

“I appreciate that,” she said sincerely, “more than I can say. Really. I can’t thank you enough for all your help.”

“Anything for you, you know that.”

Hermione smiled at the phone. “Yeah…I know. And anything for you.”

There was another muttering sound from Draco that sounded suspiciously like ‘Gryffindors’ uttered in a derogatory fashion.

“Well. Uh…I guess I’ll let you get back to enjoying your, uh…morning. I hope Australia’s treating you well.”

“It is. Mum and Dad are great, we’ve settled in, made some plans. Things are good here.”

“That’s good,” he said and then paused sounding as if he were unsure whether to keep talking.

“Harry?”

He sighed through the line. “Yeah, I… uh, there was one more thing I wanted to tell you.”

Hermione’s brows furrowed and Draco pulled the pillow away from his head at Harry’s suddenly serious tone.

“Okay…” Hermione said slowly.

“Well,” he said, sounding reluctant, “I just...I just thought you should know that, um…well, Ron floo-called me today. He said he’s coming here as soon as he and Gabs are packed.”

Draco pushed himself up to sit as Hermione tensed.

“Well,” Hermione said, her voice cracking slightly, “it…it will be lovely for the two of you to spend some time together. It’s been a while.”

“He wants to see you.”

“What the hell for?” Draco snapped when Hermione looked queasy.

“Three guesses,” Harry snipped back. “You know he still gets The Prophet over there, Hermione. He tried floo-calling you first, but you’re obviously not home.”

Hermione rubbed at her forehead and sighed. “How was he?” she asked seriously.

“You mean how’d he take learning the news that you’d married Malfoy from a newspaper?” Harry asked disapprovingly. “How do you think he was?”

Hermione made a guilty face. “It’s not like I kept it from him on purpose,” she tried to explain. “We didn’t even-”

“Her-Hermione, hold on,” Harry interrupted. “Someone’s coming through the floo and…oh, shit.”

“What?” Hermione demanded, her brow furrowing. “Harry, what’s the matter?”

Draco raised his own brows in question and Hermione gave him an anxious glance. She held a finger up to her lips at him to relay that he should remain silent as they both strained their ears to hear the new jumble of voices on the other end of the line.

“Harry?” she called out again when they heard only rustling.

“Hermione,” Harry’s voice suddenly blared out of the phone, “I’m gonna have to call you back in a –“

“Is that her!?” another, new voice shouted from Harry’s end. “Give me the phone!”

Hermione’s eyes went wide as she stared at Draco. “That’s Ron,” she mouthed. Draco’s expression darkened at that but he kept silent.

“No,” they heard Harry say followed by the sounds of a scuffle. “Her…mione…I’ll call you…lat-“

“Give me the phone!” Ron demanded. “Give me – aah! Ow. Ow!! What the…aah! Aah! What the fuck!? No! Get it-”

CLICK.

Hermione and Draco both stared wide-eyed at the suddenly silent phone.

“What the hell just happened?” Draco frowned.

“I’m not entirely sure,” she said, setting the phone back on the nightstand. "It almost sounded as if something was attacking him."

Draco sniffed and shifted himself back down under the covers. "I hope something did. Though, I doubt I’m that lucky. Now, can we please get back to the spooning?"

Hermione looked down at him. "We really ought to get up. If we want to beat the queues at the public Apparition pavilion, we'll need to get there early. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to do something different today."

Draco flopped his arm over his face in a dramatic fashion. "No," he pouted. "I want to go to the bemusement place...I just don't want to get out of this fantastically comfortable bed."

Hermione smiled. "Amusement park."

He merely grunted in reply and she shook her head at him as she leaned over the side of the bed to snatch up his t-shirt from the floor. She quickly pulled it on and then let a troubled gaze linger over her phone again.

"Maybe we should go back,” she said sounding uncertain. Draco moved his arm and peered up at her.

“Like hell,” he said. “I vote we move here.”

“You don’t think we’re being…do you worry that people might think we’re afraid or ashamed or-”

Draco growled irritably as he rolled toward her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then tugged her backwards as he rolled back. “Who cares what anyone else thinks?” he said as she allowed herself to lie back down with him. “Now, I’d appreciate ten more minutes of sleep with you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“I’m not ‘Mrs. Malfoy’ yet,” she reminded him.

“In a year you will be,” he replied, slipping his hand under his shirt that she was wearing to splay it against her abdomen. Hermione let her eyes close at the warmth of his touch.

“If all goes well,” she sighed as his hand crept higher up her torso.

Draco hummed happily. “One year from now, if we both still want this,” he recapped their discussion and decisions from the afternoon before, “then we have a proper wedding, you take my name, I reclaim my inheritance, and then…” He pressed his lips to her ear, “…I treat you like a fucking queen for the rest of your life.”

Hermione smiled as Draco placed a line of kisses down the side of her neck. “I thought you wanted to sleep,” she said.

“Mmm hmm,” he replied, burying his face into her hair and then curling up on her.

They both began to drift off again when there was a knock at the door.

“Really?” Draco groaned beseechingly. “Ten more minutes was too much to ask?”

Hermione reluctantly extricated herself from Draco’s hold and sat up. She snatched her wand from under her pillow and, with a quick flick, sent the clothes that were strewn about the floor sailing into a neat pile out of view.

There was another knock followed by Ellen’s tentative voice. “Hermione, darling? Are you awake?” she called out gently, cracking the door open, but not far enough to look inside.

“Yes, mum,” Hermione answered, stuffing her wand back out of sight. “It’s okay, you may come in.”

Ellen pushed the door open just far enough to peek her head in. “Sorry,” she said when she saw that they were still in bed, “I just wanted to let you know that we’re headed out for the day.”

Hermione smiled. “Okay, I hope you have a good day.”

“Should we expect you two for dinner tonight, or have you made plans?” her mother inquired.

“We probably won’t be back in time for dinner,” Hermione replied. “We’re going to be in Coomera most of the day.”

“Coomera?” Ellen asked in mild astonishment. “Travelling by magic then I assume?”

Hermione nodded. “Of course.”

Ellen smiled at her and then Draco who had rolled over to feign sleeping again. “Well,” she said, “Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will,” Hermione said. Ellen gave them a parting nod and then disappeared from beside the door as she pulled it shut.

“Is she gone?” Draco whispered.

Hermione tossed the blankets off of herself and swung her legs out of the bed. "Yes,” she said, hopping up from the mattress.

Draco turned back over to face her and huffed. “Where do you think you’re off to?”

“I'm going to shower," she announced, ruffling a hand through her knotted curls.

“But…I wanted you to keep sleeping with me,” he sulked with a childish pout.

Hermione looked down at him as he turned puppy eyes up at her in what appeared to be an attempt to guilt her into climbing back into the bed. Her mouth twisted in amusement and she bent over. “You know that doesn’t work on me,” she whispered into his ear. She placed a kiss to his cheek and then straightened up. “Now, I’m going to shower,” she repeated, smiling at Draco’s petulant moue, “so you have two choices: stay here and sleep by yourself or…”

She turned and started sauntering toward the bathroom. “You can join me,” she finished without looking back. Draco’s frown rose into a devious smile in an instant.

“Oh, princess,” he whispered lustfully to himself as he watched her go, “you had bet-“

The chirp of Hermione’s mobile receiving a new text message interrupted him. He first frowned at the device and then, with a quick glance back at the doorway to see that Hermione wasn’t looking, sat up and leaned over to see the screen.

It was another message from Harry.

Odin attacked Ron. Everythings fine. Call me later.

Draco leaned back as a smile blossomed across his face. “Maybe I am that lucky,” he said, throwing the covers from his body. He looked down at his nakedness then around at the disheveled sheets. “Lucky me,’’ he said again with glee and practically jumped out of the bed to jog after his wife.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lucius idly pet the head of the large deerhound seated beside him as he stood and stared at his family tapestry.

“I doubt it’s changed since this morning,” Narcissa said gently as she came down the hall just behind him. The lines around his eyes tightened as he shifted his gaze back to the magically embroidered branches entwining the depictions of his son and accidental daughter-in-law.

“It hasn’t,” he said stiffly. The dog beside him nudged its long snout beneath his hand when his fingers momentarily stilled. Lucius looked affectionately down at the animal and with a final pat to his head, made a ticking sound to which the dog stood and turned about. He watched it trot away before turning back to the tapestry.

Narcissa stepped up to occupy the space the dog had just vacated and tilted her head at her husband. “Shall I have our tea brought here so you can continue your unceasing vigil over this musty arras?”

Lucius looked sideways at her. “I wonder, will you be as cheeky when their branch sprouts a new limb?”

“You need to stop this,” Narcissa said seriously.

“If I could find him, I would,” he answered at once.

Narcissa shook her head. “No,” she clarified sternly, lifting a slender finger to his chin to turn his face to look at her, “you need to end this obsessing… this idea that you can simply change his desicion. What is done, is done. He’s made his choice.”

“She’s poisoned his mind,” Lucius replied, his grey eyes shadowed by exhaustion. “If only I could find him…”

“You have so little faith in his strength of mind?” Narcissa asked admonishingly, lowering her hand. “Our son?”

Lucius shook his head. “It takes only one spell to sway even the strongest of wills.”

Narcissa gave him a sad look. “He knows what he’s doing.”

“I don’t believe it. He’d not willingly betray our bloodline like this,” he said.

“Did not your own father consort with the Muggle Royal Family?” she challenged him.

Lucius made a look of distaste. “This is not the same.”

Narcissa turned her focus to Hermione’s picture upon the tapestry. “No,” she agreed, “our son at least had the sense to fall in love with a witch. And a powerful one at that.”

“A Mudblood,” he sneered.

“One you will need to accept if you have any desire to hold a place in Draco’s life,” she advised sternly.

Lucius raised one sculpted brow at her. “You would so easily forsake our world?” he asked severely. “To have our House corrupted? You KNOW that I love him, but I’ll not have it, Narcissa!”

Narcissa pointed harshly at the tapestry. “Draco is gone, Lucius! I cannot…” she stopped suddenly and shut her eyes as she placed a hand to her stomach. Lucius made a face that flitted between angry and guilty as he watched her breathe through her emotion, but said nothing.

“I cannot bear the thought of losing him again,” she said after a moment, her voice low but steady. She opened her eyes to meet Lucius’s. “You will welcome our son’s wife into our -”

“I most cer-” Lucius began to object, but Narcissa continued right on.

“-family,” she rose her voice to speak over him. “You WILL, Lucius, or so help me… you will find yourself lacking both heir AND wife.”

He stared back at her in unreserved shock at the declaration. “You canno-” he started defensively.

“Do not forget the lengths to which I will go for my son,” she cut him off threateningly. He set his jaw as he blinked at her and she held her chin high. “Now…if you’re quite done here, I believe our tea is ready,” she said and then turned to go, not bothering to wait for a response.

“She is a Mudblood, Cissy!” Lucius called out to her, his voice wavering with a note of desperation.

Narcissa paused in her steps and looked over her shoulder at her husband. “You’ll want to stop using that word,” she advised flatly before turning away again.

Lucius watched her go until she disappeared around the corner and then glared back at the tapestry. His eyes lingered over the ‘Sanctimonia Vincet Semper’ embroidered at the top for several minutes.

“I will return you to your rightful home,” he said determinedly, shifting his gaze to his son’s image. “I will correct this…if it’s my final act in this life.”

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“I think I’m getting a migraine,” Draco moaned, rubbing at his temples. He was bumped again from behind by the rambunctious child waiting with his harried mother behind them in the queue to the public Apparition points. “Why couldn’t we just drive there?”

Hermione sighed as she readjusted her bag over her shoulder for the umpteenth time. “Because it would take us twenty hours to get there by car.”

“It’s going to take twenty hours to get through this godsforsaken queue,” he grumbled.

“You’d better get used to standing in queues,” she forewarned, “there are going to be loads of them where we’re headed.”

Draco made a whining moan and Hermione laughed.

“Always so dramatic,” she teased him with a smile. “Look…we’re moving.”

Everyone ahead of them stepped forward and Draco grudgingly moved with them as yet another set of travelers collected into the designated Apparation areas in preparation to depart. “How is it you even know where all of the public magical amenities are in Australia?” he asked, allowing his curiosity to override his impatience.

Hermione looked at him like she’d been insulted. “You really believe I’d send my parents to a country without knowing EVERYTHING about it beforehand?”

Draco’s brow instantly knitted together. “What do you mean ‘send’?”

She gave an absentminded shrug as she tried to look around the people in front of them to gauge their continued wait time. “During the war,” she answered, “I, uh…persuaded them to move here to minimize the risk of them being harmed.”

“Persuaded?”

Hermione glanced back at him at the simultaneously admonishing and amused tone of his voice. “Not one of the topics you and my father covered, I take it?” she grinned.

“Can’t say that it was, no,” Draco replied, reaching out to snag her bag from her when it began slipping off her shoulder again.

“Are you ever going to tell me what you did talk about?” she pried.

Draco pulled his wand and shrank the bag to wallet size. “Oh, look, that last batch had a dozen people leave together,” he redirected, stowing his wand and then stuffing the tiny bag in the back pocket of his jeans. “That means we’re almost up.”

Hermione moved beside him when the queue shifted forward, but shook her head at him. “You think you’re so clever,” she said. He smirked as he watched the next set of groups Disapparate.

“No more than you,” he replied out the side of his mouth as one of the wizards working the Apparition point finally waved them onto one of the departure platforms. Hermione smiled to herself when Draco grabbed her hand then and helped her step up.

“Apparition license,” the worker requested with a nod to them.

“Mine’s in my bag,” Hermione whispered, nudging Draco. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his own. He held up the small Ministry placard with his Apparition clearance and the worker nodded again approvingly.

“Destination?” he called out to them as Draco replaced his license into his jeans.

“Apparition point number one, Coomera,” Hermione answered. She then readied herself beside Draco, slipping her arm through his as the worker checked his map.

“Point’s all clear!” he shouted back over the sound of the couple on the next platform over leaving. “You may depart when ready.”

Hermione glanced up at Draco. “You ready?”

He leaned down to plant a quick kiss and then nodded. “I’ll follow you anywhere,” he said. Hermione tightened her arm against his and then turned on the spot to whisk them away with a crack.

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A/N: Okay…so I started writing a chapter that precedes this one that describes Draco’s adventure in learning about ‘Muggle’ sex. Thus his condom comment earlier in this chapter. I was going to include it, but it’s shorter than a normal chapter and it felt like it cheapened the story to just add it to add it. So my solution will probably be to post it as a stand-alone ficlet if people are interested. Let me know.

As always, thank you ALL for your continued support. <3
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