Marriage Law (Dramione) (Completed)

Cardamom

*Sorry I haven't updated in a white. I'm dealing with some stuff. On top of that I'd like to say JK Rowling wrote the Harry Potter franchise and for you to go check out Jokes and Roses because I'm updating that today.*

Hermione could not stop smiling. The grin on her face was ridiculously wide for someone doing paperwork. As she finished the last page she sighed, everything was finally falling into place. The baby was perfectly healthy, growing at a normal rate, and should arrive in mid July of the following year. Everything was perfect. Completely and utterly perfect. To top it off, the Granger-Malfoys and the Weasley’s were invited to the Potter household for dinner. Apparently, Ginny and Harry thought the group should reunite for dinner because they rarely see each other. Hermione thought that reason was a pile of unicorn dung because they saw each other at least once a month for dinner at the burrow but she went along with it anyway.

Once she flooed home, Hermione found Draco pacing in front of their fireplace. The witch set down her handbag and wrapped her arms around her husband, “Is everything alright, Love?”

“Yes I was just waiting for you. You said you’d be back ten minutes ago and I thought something happened to you-”

Hermione cut him off with a soft kiss, “I’m fine. There was a line for the floo and since you don’t want me to apparate-”

“-I just don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I know,” Hermione responded, “Nothing is guaranteed but you need to have faith.”

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The fireplace dinged just as Ginny placed the lasagna on the dining room table. The redheaded witch wiped her hands on her apron and quickly ran into the living room to greet her guests. Luckily, her husband was already there exchanging greetings and taking the Granger-Malfoy’s coats. They both looked more happy than she’s seen them in weeks.

“Stop hogging her,” Ginny proclaimed, “I want a hug too.”

Hermione laughed and turned her attention towards Ginny, “Oh hello to you too.”

The two women hugged and Ginny even greeted the ferret, “Hello Draco, you look dapper as usual.”

Draco gave Ginny a smug smile, “Did you just compliment me?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, blondie. Now come on, Ron and Clarabell are already in the dining room.”

They sat down at the table and began to dig into the lovely feast Ginny Potter prepared. Harry began to pour everyone a glass of wine, which Hermione politely declined. When only two of his guests accepted his offer, Harry became suspicious. Just before desert, he decided to offer the adult beverage again.

“I know I don’t have terrible taste in wine. Hermione are you sure you don’t want a glass?” the raven haired man asked with a smile.

“Your wine tastes are average at best. No thank you Harry.”

Ginny walked in with a familiar yellow desert box and small plates. She opened the box and revealed a slew of cardamom, saffron, and pistachio biscuits. Hermione eyed Ginny and raised a curious eyebrow.

“Are those from Tavazo?” Hermione asked. 

Ginny stopped and looked up at Hermione, “Yes they are. Harry picked them up after work.”

“That’s strange because you hate cardamom. The only time I’ve seen you eat it willingly was when you were pregnant with James-”

“Guilty. Does anyone want tea?” The redhead said as a pathetic attempt to change the subject.

Ron stopped shoveling his face full of biscuits long enough to address his sister, “Gin are you pregnant?”

Ginny sighed, “You caught me. I was going to tell you when I was further along but the brightest witch of our time can’t keep her damn mouth shut.” A look of realization swept across Ginny’s face, “Hermione, Clarabell, why aren’t you two drinking?”

“I’m pregnant too,” Hermione and Clarabell responded together. The three women looked between each other and laughed.

“When are you due?” Clarabell voiced. “I have a better idea. Everyone say your due dates at the same time.”

“Three, two, one..”

“July tenth,” Ginny and Hermione chorused. 

“No fair, I’m due in August!” Clarabell said.

“Lovebug,” Ron said in a comforting tone, “Healer Bailey said they could come early.”

“They?” Hermione questioned.

“I’m having triplets! Surprise!” Clarabell said in a giddy tone.

At that moment, all three men realized what was going on. Their wives were all pregnant at the exact same time. Which meant there were three very powerful soon to be very pregnant witches in cahoots with each other. This was either going to be one of the best experiences they could possibly ask for or they’d all lost their hair from stress before their respective spawns were born.

“Merlin help us.” Harry buried his face in his hands and sighed, “I shouldn’t have bought those damn cookies.”