Divorce
“Wizards don’t do divorce.”
“Well it’s a good thing I’m a witch then, isn’t it?”
“You know what I mean, Hermione. If we do this, if we go ahead with these plans, there’s no going back. This is permanent. We’ll be bonded at the deepest possible level of being and no amount of separation will erase that. Are you sure this is what you want? Am I what you want?”
“I’m sure about this, about us. You’re not the center of the universe, Draco Malfoy. This isn’t just about you, but about how fucking–“
Granger cussing shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.
“–perfect we are together. Nobody and nothing can stop us when we set our minds to a task. We have an entire Wizarding world out there to whip into shape, a plethora of antiquated laws to abolish and replace, and a whole prejudiced mindset to re-educate.”
“Draco and Hermione Malfoy does sound rather terrifying, doesn’t it?”
“I have half a mind to have you take my name just to give the stubborn bastards something to chew on. Hermione and Draco Granger.”
“…but the family crest? It’s on all the heirloom jewelry, the stationary…Salazar, even the silverware.”
“Another good thing? Magic can fix all of that.”