Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Etiquette

*How's life going for everyone? I'm doing pretty well. I've been binge watching The Secret Life of The American Teenager and let's just say, they're dramatic. Enough about me I have an announcement, I don't own anything. JK Rowling, a British legend, created everything.*

Today was the first time Hermione was introducing Draco to her friends. Even though they’d all met multiple times before, they’ve never met under good circumstances. This was an opportunity for a fresh start for all of them and Hermione just hoped it went well.

Hermione tentatively knocked on the Potter’s front door and Ginny opened the door with a bright smile, “Hermione, you came! And Draco great to see you.”

“Good to see you too,” Draco replied

Giny engulfed Hermione in a tight hug, “Of course I came. This is probably the last gathering we’ll have before you pop.”

The ginger was due in two weeks and boy was she happy about it. She had waited thirty four weeks to meet her little angel and she didn’t want to wait a moment more. The nursery was prepped and her hospital bag was ready to go, they just needed to wait until little baby potter was ready to see the world. 

“Tell me about it,” Ginny laughed and ushered the couple into the house, “You came just in time, everyone is in the dining room.”

Sure enough, all of Hermione’s friends were gathered around a dining table laughing and sipping on cocktails. Luna and Rolf sat at the far end of the table, Ron and an alluring blonde sat to their right, and Harry and Ginny sat across from Ron and the blonde. That left two spots for Draco and Hermione across from Ron and the blonde.

“Hello everyone,” Hemione said. Draco pulled out her chair for her and took a seat next to her.

As the pair say down every conversation in the room halted. Tension hung in the air and everyone just looked at each other. No one knew what to say, Draco bloody Malfoy just sat down for dinner with them like it was a regular occurrence.

Ron finally spoke up, “What the fuck is he doing here?” The blonde next to smacked him on the shoulder and gave him a dirty look.

“Great to see you too,” Draco said sarcastically.

Ginny glared daggers at Ron, “Be polite Ronald.”

Hermione waved off Ginny’s comment, “Ron has every right to question this even if his language is less than kind. Draco and I were paired together.”

Ron scoffed, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Actually,” Luna said, “I helped match them myself. I thought they would work quite well together.”

“Luna, he’s a bloody death eater-” Ron said angrily,

Draco scoffed, “Former, death eater. You have no right to judge me.”

Ron stood up and pointed his wand  it at Draco, “He tormented Hermione for years and you thought it was a good idea to make her get married to him?,” he screamed at Luna, “Maybe you are loony.”

Rolf’s eyes grew dark and he also pulled out his wand, “Don’t you dare talk to my wife like that.”

Harry slammed his hand on the table, silencing everyone, “Everyone please calm down. I know Hermione’s match is not what we anticipated but Luna is great at her job so we should all trust her.”

“Thank you Harry,” Hermione said gratefully. The two men put their wands away and Hermione attempted to make conversation, “Ron aren’t you going to introduce us to the dazzling woman next to you?”

“Hermione, this is Clarabell Johnson. Clarabell, this is my best friend Hermione Granger and that slimy git is Draco Malfoy,” Ron said, “He’s a death eater if I hadn’t made my self clear-” Clarabell kicked Ron under the table and he immediately shut up.

Clarabell flashed her perfectly straight white teeth, “Please call me Clara.” She spoke in a american southern accent and she radiated charm, “I’ve heard so much about you, Hermione. Everything you did during the war was just incredible.” Clarabell was a classic southern beauty with soft, princess like features, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her hair was curled into classic vintage waves and her make up was flawless. 

Kreacher entered the dining room and bowed towards the group, “Dinner is served.”

Plates appeared in front of everyone overflowing with lasagna and salad. Ron immediately dug in and got sauce all over his face. Clarabell waved her hand and Ron’s face was magicly wiped clean, he sat up straight and a napkin was tucked into his dress shirt. Hermione raised a questioning eyebrow and Clarabell blushed. 

“My mother taught a few magic etiquette classes when I was younger,” Clara explained, “She wanted me to be prepared just in case my husband needed some help with his manors. He’ll be trained soon enough, right now he needs a little nudge.”

Hermione raised her glass and cheersed Clara, “You are just what Ron needs.”

*Up above is a picture of Clarabelle. I didn't want to say who it was until you were introduced to her.*