Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the concepts or characters from it. I make no money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 24
- 25
- 26
"That's fantastic, Draco," Ellen praised from her seat beside him at her desk as she watched him type. "Now, just use the mouse again to select the correct website."
Draco's mouth pulled into a pleased smirk as he leaned forward and squinted at the computer monitor. "Like this?" he asked, his hand pushing tentatively at the mouse.
Ellen smiled widely. "Precisely!"
"Hermione, did you see me?" Draco called proudly, never looking away from the screen. "Can you see me using this computing thing? Look."
"Mm hmm," she answered, her face in the book she was reading beside her father on the couch. "Very nice."
"You're really doing very well," Ellen agreed, giving Draco an encouraging and approving nod as she watched him successfully navigate the site he'd clicked on. "You're catching on much faster than Gene ever has, I daresay."
Gene lowered the book he was reading just enough to look over it to catch his wife's teasing glance. "I prefer more tangible sources for my information gathering, thank you," he said, shaking his book lightly as an example.
"Nothing like a good book," Hermione sided with him. Ellen made an exaggerated, yet amused sigh.
"Those two and their books," she said, turning back to focus on Draco. He grinned as he clicked away at the mouse.
"Thou shalt not misarrange, mishandle, or in any way-" he began to recite Rule #6 from their list at home but was cut off by Ellen chiming in.
"-damage, misuse, or misplace the books," she finished his sentence with a laugh. She wrapped her arm around Draco's shoulders and gave him a motherly squeeze. "Once you begin quoting the Grangers' sacred book mantra, you know you're truly a member of the family."
Draco's expression slowly sobered as he stared at her after that statement and then glanced over to see both Hermione and Gene smiling at him proudly. He looked at them and then back at Ellen who gave his shoulder another, more affectionate squeeze as she set her other hand to his left forearm that was resting on the desk.
"I don't believe we've truly expressed it properly," she said to him in complete sincerity, "but we are all very happy and proud that you have become part of our family."
Draco glanced down to see her fingers resting gently over his Dark Mark and then swallowed hard as he appeared to hold back from looking lachrymose. But the moment was spared from becoming too sentimental when a loud, shrill beeping suddenly went off.
"Oh, for Heaven's sake," Ellen exclaimed. She removed her arm from Draco's shoulder and patted his forearm in a comforting manner when he looked startled at the noise. She unclipped a pager from her hip and then held it up for him to better see.
"Just my pager," she explained patiently as Draco narrowed his eyes curiously at the device. "It alerts me when I need to contact the office."
Draco's brows rose in interest as he watched Ellen squint at the text she'd received and groan.
"Bad news?" Gene inquired, lowering his book.
"It's the hospital line," she said. She swiftly rose from her chair and jogged away across the room and then up the stairs.
"Emergency surgery," Hermione said, setting her book aside.
"Definitely," Gene agreed with a small huff. He closed his book as well and pushed up from the couch to stand. He walked briskly to the kitchen.
"What does that mean, exactly… surgery?" Draco asked, swiveling in the task chair to face Hermione. "What does an oral surgeon do?"
Gene exchanged a quick, troubled glance over his shoulder at his daughter at the question, but then continued on his way out of the room. Hermione returned her attention to Draco.
"She performs procedures on peoples' mouths and jaws to fix them after an infection or injury," she explained as simply as she could. His brow furrowed.
"Procedures?" he asked hesitantly.
Hermine got up and went to the chair her mother had vacated and nodded to the computer. "Let's research 'oral surgery'."
Draco gave her a shifty look, but refocused on the computer and followed her instructions to begin learning about Ellen's profession. His eyes widened slightly as they opened links to pictures of people being subjected to various dental treatments and his curious expression shifted to one bordering on horrified.
"This looks like torture," he whispered out the side of his mouth at Hermione.
She gave a small grimace of agreement. "No Skele-Gro or spells for Muggles," she whispered back. "But they're numbed with chemicals beforehand, so there's less pain."
"Jesus," Draco said in quiet, disturbed awe when his eyes fell upon a rather graphic picture of an abdominal surgery that the internet search engine they were using had randomly produced with their inquiry. He moved the mouse to click on it and then sucked in a breath as he realized what he was looking at. "They…is this what all Muggle medicine is like?" he asked with a swallow.
Before Hermione could answer, Ellen came jogging back down the stairs with her hair pulled back and a bag slung over her shoulder.
"Emergency surgery," she said, confirming Hermione and Gene's assumption, while hurrying to the door to slip on her shoes. "A man took a bad bowl straight to the mouth in an amateur cricket game."
Gene came back into the room with a lunch box and he and Hermione both winced in sympathy at the unknown patient. Draco blinked at all of them.
"What's cricket?" he asked. They all spared him a brief look, but didn't answer as Ellen went on.
"The other team took offense, it seems, and a brawl broke out. There are at least two other patients with suspected maxillary fractures," she relayed. She gave them all an apologetic smile. "I'll probably be gone most of the night."
Gene went to her side and handed her the lunch box which she accepted with a grateful smile and a peck to his cheek. "Love you," he said to her.
"Love you too," she smiled back warmly before snagging her car keys from her bag and hastily blowing kisses to Hermione and Draco as she opened the front door. She slipped out and Gene closed the door behind her before turning to the other two.
"Well… I imagine the two of you will want to get ready, then," he said, going back to the couch and sitting down. He picked up his book and opened it. Hermione and Draco gave him matching perplexed expressions.
"Ready for what?" Hermione asked. Her father kept his eyes on his reading as he answered.
"To go out," he replied. "Surely you don't want to waste a perfectly good evening sitting around here when there's learning to be done. Go have fun."
Hermione started to shake her head and went to protest, but Gene shot her a stern look over his book. "Out," he ordered.
Hermione contemplated her father a moment and then turned to Draco beside her. "Anything in particular you want to try tonight?" she offered. "We could go to the cinema again. You enjoyed that the other evening. And there were several more sh - why are you looking like that?" she asked suspiciously when Draco's face took on a suddenly devious expression.
Draco eyed Gene a moment to find him still focused on his book and then leaned closer to Hermione.
"I want to go someplace where you can wear that dress," he whispered. Hermione's brow knitted in thought.
"What dress?" she whispered back. Draco grinned.
"You know which dress."
Hermione's eyes widened slightly. "I didn't bring that dress," she said.
Draco's grin broadened. "I know…I did."
"Draco…" she hissed back at him, giving her father a side-glance to make sure he wasn't listening. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm serious."
"I told you, there's no place for me to where that dress."
"Then why do they make dresses like that if you can't wear them?" he challenged her.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "There are no places that I can wear it. The only place that dress might be appropriate would be a night club, and we won't be going to one."
The second the words left her mouth, it was clear she wanted to stuff them back in when Draco's eyes lit up mischievously.
"Why not?" he inquired enthusiastically. "I've seen clubs in films and on the telly."
Hermione was already shaking her head. "Then you've seen how they're crowded and loud and mostly involve drinking and dancing. You wouldn't like it."
"I like dancing," he said.
"Okay, but you don't like the rest."
Draco shrugged. "If it means I get to see you in that dress again, I'll manage. And I'm getting better with the crowds. Take me," he nearly pleaded.
Hermione bit her lip. "You're really serious?"
He nodded and she let out a resigned sigh. "The things I do for you…" she said. He flashed her a victorious and eager smile as she took his hand and tugged him out of the chair and toward the stairs.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Well?"
Narcissa looked up from the small parchment in her hands and shook her head at her husband's inquiry.
"He didn't even read it," she said, placing the parchment gently to the side on her writing desk. "He burned it."
Lucius frowned down at the parchment with the post-tracking spell and steeled himself with a deep breath. "I'm going out," he said, gripping his cane and turning about. Narcissa reached out and set a hand to his robes before he could go and he stopped to look over his shoulder and arch a brow at her.
"Let it alone," she said firmly. "Let HIM alone. He'll come back when he's ready."
"You can do as you like," Lucius replied in a low almost threatening voice, "but until I see my son unharmed and uncorrupted with my own eyes, I will let nothing alone."
"You'll only drive him away further," she cautioned him sternly. "For six years he has languished about this house with none but us and that Greengrass mistake for company and the moment he finally began showing an interest in returning to the outside world you pestered him and questioned him at every turn and look what happened."
"Apparently I didn't question him enough," Lucius muttered and Narcissa shook her head.
"You must learn to accept that our world has changed and-"
"Our world has not changed!" he bellowed at her. Narcissa didn't bat an eye at his little explosion.
"It has," she said in a voice that Voldemort himself might've quelled at. She stood slowly, purposefully, and lifted her chin at her husband. "It HAS. This family has. Draco has. The sooner you come to terms with this, the sooner we can have our son back…our family back."
Lucius stared at her, silent rage brewing behind his silver eyes. "If the Dark Lord didn't succeed in taking my family from me," he nearly spat, "I'll be damned if I let a mere meddling Mudblood do it."
With that he strode off, his footfalls hard on the ancient oak floors. Narcissa watched him go and then looked once more at the parchment on her desk with a heavy sigh.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Draco adjusted the silver dragon belt buckle at his waist as he exited the bathroom and headed to their bedroom. "Are you almost re-" he began to ask when he entered, but immediately found himself tongue-tied when he looked up to see Hermione standing at the dresser, bent slightly at the waist as she examined her make-up in a mirror. She was wearing the scandalously short dress they'd purchased on their shopping spree and a pair of glinting high heels. She glanced over to see him gaping at her.
"What's wrong?" she asked him, straightening and running her hands somewhat nervously over her sides. "Does it look okay?"
Draco looked her up and down several times. "I change my mind," he managed to get out, his mouth suddenly gone very dry, "I think I'd like to see you out of that dress…preferably now."
Hermione shook her head at him. "Incorrigible," she said.
He gave her his most seductive smirk as he went to her. "Am I being too crass again," he purred into her ear, leaning close. Hermione shivered lightly at the feel of his breath on her bare neck and shoulder and turned her face to him. Their noses nearly touched as she returned the smirk.
"I'd be worried if you weren't," she teased.
"Mmm," Draco gave an amused hum and then closed the tiny distance between their mouths and kissed her. Hermione responded at once, sucking in a deep breath through her nose and wrapping her arms around his back to pull his body against hers. The action earned her a pleased moan from Draco who promptly moved his hands to her waist and backed her up against the wall. His fingers gripped at her sides but quickly ventured down over her hips to her thighs as they gave in to the moment and the snogging intensified. He tried to slide his hands up under the hem of her dress only to feel that it wouldn't move.
He pulled back and looked down. "Really?" he chuckled. He brought his right hand up and hooked his index finger into her cleavage and tugged downward on the dress. It, again, resisted his efforts and stayed firmly in place and he cocked an eyebrow. "Sticking charms?"
Hermione looked down as well to the finger he still had between her breasts and made an impressed faced. "Oh, good, the charms work," she grinned.
"Sticking charms," Draco repeated, taking a small step back when Hermione batted his hand away from her chest and then smoothed her hands over her dress again.
"Of course," she replied. "I wasn't about to have a repeat of what happened in the store. Especially in a place like a club."
Draco seemed to consider her words as he watched her move away from the wall to stand before the mirror again. "Now, explain to me how it is that you knew the name of a club here in Australia, in this town, right off the top of your head?"
Hermione dabbed at an eyelid. "I may or may not have been responsible for organizing Ginny's hen night," she said. Draco stared at her, waiting for more of an explanation.
"And…?"
She huffed at her reflection. "And she insisted that I invite the entire roster of the Holyhead Harpies. They all, especially Gin, wanted a night just to have fun and not be bothered with their celebrity. So, I brought them all out here to the Muggle club where the chance of them being recognized was next to zero."
Draco blinked at her. "You…you went out with the Holyhead Harpies?"
"Yeah," Hermione shrugged as if it were nothing special. "I had to set them up in a hotel that night because they all got so drunk, but it was worth it to see Ginny so happy. They didn't even mind the lack of magic. They all had the time of their lives. I think one of them even ended up marrying one of the men she met that night…"
"You partied with the Harpies…" Draco said in a faraway voice.
Hermione looked at him and chuckled. "Jealous?"
"Yes," he admitted at once.
She merely laughed again as she went to the bed and picked up her wand and a small coin purse from the mattress. Draco watched her and his attention traveled down to her shoes.
"I told you it was unfortunate that you don't like heels," he said.
Hermione lifted a brow at him. "And why is that exactly?"
He tilted his head to admire her lower half. "Because they make your legs look fucking incredible."
A blush crept over Hermione's cheeks at that. "Yes, well…" she said, walking back to stand before him, "I still hate them, and don't get used to it, but…the occasion does call for them and, despite what seems to be popular belief, I'm not entirely without a sense of feminine vanity."
Draco grinned widely at her and took the coin purse she held out to him to place it in his back pocket. "I remember the Yule ball," he said as he took her wand from her as well and then bent to stow it at his ankle beside his own.
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled and patted at her loose yet carefully arranged curls. "That was an interesting night…"
"You wore heels then too," Draco recalled, still grinning as he righted himself, "and went out with a Quidditch player as well."
"It would seem I have a modus operandi…" she teased back, stepping closer to set her hands on his chest and then give him a playful peck on the mouth, "…Mr. Seeker."
Draco popped his brows at her. "Caught you," he nodded. Hermione hummed happily and set him with another soft kiss before pulling back.
"Are you ready then?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Whenever you are, princess. How are we getting there, anyway?"
"Apparating," she answered, walking to the door. "When Gin and the girls were here, that's what we did. There's a safe point not far from the club."
Draco nodded in acceptance of that and then waited as Hermione opened the door and stepped into the hall.
"Dad…" she called out, looking over the stair railing at him below. "Draco and I are about to Disapparate out, so you may here a cracking noise."
Gene looked up from where he was still reading on the couch. His eyes widened slightly and then narrowed at the dress his daughter was wearing, but he kept a neutral expression as he set his book in his lap.
"Thank you for the warning, pumpkin. Where are you two off to, then?" he inquired casually.
"The club that I took Ginny to," Hermione answered.
Gene nodded and reopened his book. "Well, have a good time. Be safe."
"We will. Love you!" Hermione hollered over her shoulder as she retreated back into the bedroom to Draco's side.
"Love you too," they heard Gene reply just before Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's waist and, after a nod from him that he was ready, turned on the spot.
.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry this was another short chapter...but I'm almost done with the next one and the one after that is already done. This was supposed to be one chapter that turned into three! Things will be picking up too, I promise, and there will probably be only three more chapters until our lovely couple returns home to face their friends and family. Dun, dun, dun! ;) And thanks for keeping up the comments and reviews! Your words me SO MUCH. Love!
- 24
- 25
- 26
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Muggle Things