Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Lavender

*This chapter was going to go up a while ago but someone commented "Update!" on the chaper with the very specific author's note saying not to demand for updates. I was serious. Also, this chapter is sad. Also, this book is almost at 100k and that's wild. Also, I'd like to say all rights (except for the original parts if the plot and Jill) go to JK Rowling, the creator of the Harry Potter Franchise.*

******THIS IS THE TRAGEDY PART OF THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T WANT SADNESS SKIP TO THE CHAPTER WITHOUT THIS WARNING******

It had been a slow day in the office, to say the least. Hermione had breezed through her first three files and the fourth set of translations was anything but challenging. If she could get through the next few within a few hours, she could leave work early and have a nice evening with her husband. Due to last week’s events, Hermione was eager to spend as much time with loved ones as she could.

There was a light knock as Hermione’s office door, “Come in.”

To Hermione’s surprise, Healer Addams came through the door with a solom smile on her face, “Mrs. Granger-Malfoy, I came to speak with you.”

Hermione’s heart sank and she gestured to the cozy leather chair across from her desk, “Of course. Please, have a seat.”

“I have a few questions to ask you.” The healer sat across from Hermione and stared into the brunette’s eyes.

Hermione let out a nervous laugh, “Should I be concerned?”

“I don’t know yet,” the Healer said honestly, “Mrs. Granger-Malfoy. I’m just following up on something strange from your test results. Have you had any lavender tea as of late?”

Hermione nodded, “Yes, it’s my favorite.”

“Did you switch brands or use any wild strains of lavender?”

“I received a gift basket around New Years. It was from a French ambassador. All of the mail that comes in and out of the Ministry is searched and magic tested before it is delivered.”

“Do you still have the container?”

Hermione nodded and fished the golden tin from her desk drawer, “I haven’t finished it yet.”

“I would hate to cause more alarm but I’d like you to come with me for a few more tests. I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ll send someone to fetch your husband, but is there an Auror who you trust to accompany you to the hospital?”

Hermione nodded and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

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“Hermione, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

Hermione did not find Harry’s words comforting. She hated hospitals. Even magical ones gave her the heebie jeebies. Everywhere she looked, Hermione saw death and loss. Now she could only see the future she and Draco could have had. 

“You don’t know what happened last week,” Hermione said in a small voice.

“Hermione-”

“I had a miscarrage. I didn’t know I was pregnant and it was over before I could come to terms with it. Then Healer Addams said there was something strange with my test results, it might be my fault that something happen-” Hermione’s voice cracked.

Harry engulfed Hermione in a tight embrace, “There is no chance that it was your fault. Sometimes these things just happen and you cannot blame yourself.”

“He’s right, you know.” Draco walked to Hermione’s bedside, nelt next to her, and looked into her deep brown eyes, “You did nothing wrong. We did nothing wrong. It just wasn’t the right time for us to have a baby. We can always try again later.”

“What if it happens again?”

“We’ll get through it.”

Healer Addams gently knocked at the door and let herself in. She gripped the red envelope in her hand so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her posture was stiff and the Healer’s usually kind eyes were filled with worry. The sinking feeling in Hermione’s stomach came back with a vengeance. She laced her fingers with Draco’s and attempted to breathe.

“Mrs. Granger-Malfoy, I have some terrible news. That tea was made with a special strain of lavender from Argentina. It’s extremely rare but it is known to cause fertility issues. In some cases, miscarriages, and in extreme cases, death. Luckily, it should be completely out of your system within the next few weeks or so.”

“Excuse me?” Draco questioned.

“From the looks of it, Mrs. Granger-Malfoy was poisoned. The flower only works when the victim is unaware of its properties when they consume it.” Healer Addams turned towards Harry, “Mr. Potter, I would suggest opening a criminal investigation as soon as possible.”

Healer Addams continued to talk but Hernione could not listen. She felt like the world was crumbling around her. The witch had always wanted a family, a child of her own, and the opportunity was taken away from her. Not by nature taking its course, but by some heartless person with a vendetta against her and Draco’s happiness. 

“Someone tried to kill me?” Hermione said softly, “I’ve had many threats on my life over the last few years and I expected them to stop after the war but apparently not. Instead they’re attacking the family I haven’t met yet. Who would do something that awful?”

The wheels in Draco’s mind began to turn. He knew exactly who was capable of something that awful.

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Draco furiously knocked on the Mannor’s front door. He was on a mission. A house elf opened the front door and bowed to the blonde man. Draco ignored the gesture and marched into the sitting room. When he got there, he picked up the vase that was in arms reach and threw it across the room. The vase shattered against the mahogany wall and loud scream erupted from the corner. His mother was sitting in front of the fire with a book resting in her lap and a startled expression across her face.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! What is the meaning of this?” The women said in a stern voice. Draco marched over to his mother and her expression softened. His eyes were red and his face was stained with tears. His normally clean, slicked back hair was disheveled and he looked completely distort. “Sweetie, is everything alright?”

“You did this,” Draco whispered.

“Sweetie, I don’t understand. What happened?” she said, her voice laced with concern.

Draco sniffled, “I didn’t think you were capable of something so, so awful.”

The older woman stiffened, “Draco-”

"You murdered your own grandchild,” Draco grabbed his mother by the shoulders and his grey eyes bored into hers, “My child, died because of you. Hermione went through the worst thing imaginable, just because you didn’t want a half-blood grandchild. You couldn’t stand the idea of me being happy-”

A panicked look graced the woman’s face,  “She said she wasn’t pregnant-”

“You are never going to see me again. Hermione told me over and over that it is important for children to have a relationship with their grandparents, but you’re not a grandmother. You’re a monster. You are a sorry excuse for a human being and I am glad my children will never meet you. You don’t deserve to know such wonderful human beings.”