Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Bubble Bath

*So this story went from 98th to 20th in Dramione literally overnight. Woah. Thank you to everyone who has voted and read the book so far! Also, JK Rowling also deserves a thanks for writing the Harry Potter franchise, she's a true O.G.*

This was the fifteenth flat that Draco had shown Rosa Ricci-Abernathy. The Italian woman was one of Draco's newer clients but he knew Rosa's father very well. He had sold Marco Ricci-Abernathy four multi million dollar properties and now Draco was tasked with finding Mr. Ricci-Abernathy's precious little angel, her first flat. The only problem was, Rosa insisted on finding her dream apartment today. Normally this would take Draco a couple of hours but this woman was extremely picky and her dream apartment didn't exist within her six million dollar price range. For a single person's starter home, five million pounds should have been more than enough but Rosa was really pushing her budget and Draco's patience.

"I love this location but the apartment is a little.. Small," Rosa said in her thick Italian accent.

Most people wouldn't call a two hundred square meter apartment small but who am I to judge, Draco thought. "I have an apartment that meets all of your criteria but you'll have to expand your budget," Draco said with the brightest smile he could smeer on his annoyed face.

"I will call my father," Rosa pulled her sleek phone out of her pocket and put it to her ear, "Ciao papà. Volevo solo chiedere se potevamo espandere un po 'la mia fascia di prezzo. Per favore, papà. Grazie. Ciao, ti amo."

"Are we in business?"

Rosa nodded, "Please lead the way."

Draco lead Rosa to the elevator, scanned an extravagant looking golden key card and clicked the thirty seventh floor, "You loved this location and luckily there is a vacancy that is a bit more your style."

The elevator doors opened directly into the large ornate flat. Four meter tall ceilings, an open floor plan, dark hardwood floors, floor to ceiling windows and grand crown molding were only a few perks of the flat. The kitchen had glossy granite countertops, white cabinets, and a fully updated chefs' kitchen. There were four bedrooms total and the master bedroom had an amazing view of the London skyline plus a walk in closet that any shoe addict would kill for. And judging by Rosa's three thousand pound Jimmy Cho's, she would appreciate a closet of this magnitude.

After Draco finished showing Rosa around the flat, she was wearing a massive smile, "This place is perfect."

"I will send your father the paperwork and you'll get the keys as soon as I get it back, but I can assure you that this place is as good as yours. It was going to go on the market tomorrow but you saw it first."

Rosa took a few calculated steps towards Draco and placed a hand on his chest. "You've been so helpful, is there any way I could repay you?" Rosa said, clearly flirting with the blond.

A few months ago, Draco would have gladly accepted the woman's advancements. Now he found her attempts less than amusing. Yes, Rosa was quite attractive and her accent was almost intoxicating, but he was with Hermione and she was like the sun compared to this woman. Rosa was strictly pretty and oozed sex appeal. Hermione was so much more than that. Hermione was beautiful in a classic way and she had Draco's heart entirely to herself. Everything about her made Draco happy and no other woman could change that.

Draco took a step back and adjusted his collar, "It's quite alright Ms. Ricci-Abernathy. If you have anymore questions, I will gladly answer them but if you don't I have a dinner date with my girlfriend."

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Draco entered his flat two hours late. He was supposed to meet Hermione after he was done with his client but that took was longer than he anticipated. Luckily, he sent Hermione a patronus to warn her that he was running a few hours behind schedule.

Hermione had left a plate of lasagna and a bottle of red wine on the counter for Draco but the only other remnants of her being in the flat were a pair of black flats and her work bag resting by the front door. Draco called out her name but she didn't reply. He went deeper into his apartment and heard soft music coming from his bedroom.

Hermione wasn't there so he softly knocked on his bathroom door, "Love, are you in there?" Without hearing a reply, Draco opened the door. Hermione was taking a relaxing bubble bath and reading a thick novel.

"Aren't your manners fantastic," Hermione said sarcastically.

Draco laughed and sat on the edge of the large clawfoot tub, "I'm sorry. I didn't know it would take so long. How can I make it up to you?"

Hermione sighed, "Don't worry about it, Draco. You look like you've had a stressful day. Why don't you go relax, eat the wonderful dinner I made for you. I'll join you when I'm finished with this chapter."

"Or, I can join you now and eat later."

Draco unbuttoned his shirt. Hermione rolled her eyes and moved to make room for Draco in the tub, "If you really want to. I'm reading a muggle novel and I don't know if you'll like it."

Draco slipped off his trousers and boxers in one smooth motion and glided in the tub behind Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her closer towards him, and rested his head on her shoulder. "What are we reading?" He asked.

"'A Tale of Two Cities', by Charles Dickens. Chapter one, 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...'"

This truly was the best of times. Draco enjoyed little nights like this with Hermione. Moments where they could just sit and relax together without worrying about anyone else, just each other. Quiet little moments like these were rare but the couple savored every second of them.