the_debt_of_time

Taking advantage of the lack of yelling, Draco continued, "And before anyone else
objects, I have letters from both my mother, Narcissa Malfoy née Black, and Andromeda
Tonks née Black, declining the family seat as well."
Mia smiled at Draco as he bowed his head toward her. "For the record, if Madam
Umbridge and Mr Fudge continue to deny me the Black family seat, I believe next in line
would be the Weasleys, would they not? Followed by the Longbottoms."
Fudge never looked more defeated save for the day he had to hand the reins of the
Ministry over to Rufus Scrimgeour. Umbridge looked like she was about to have a stroke.
"Hermione Potter, Lady Black," Kingsley said, addressing her formally with a smile,
"has made a request for her familial House seats, denied by the Heads of each House and
those who might be considered in line ahead of her. All in favour?"
Mia knew many would oppose her claim and was not surprised to see Umbridge
and Fudge sitting with their hands firmly in their laps. Likewise, Peneus Parkinson, Marcus
Flint Sr, and William Burke sat still. Shockingly, she noted that Theodore Nott, Cygnus
Bulstrode, and Elora Zabini raised their hands in favour, along with the rest of the
Wizengamot.
Kingsley grinned. "Welcome to the Wizengamot, Lady Black."
Mia smiled and walked forward as Sirius and Harry each stepped back and retook
their seats in the audience.
Draco held out his arm to her, and she politely took it. "Mia."
"Cousin." She grinned at him as he led her up the stairs to join the gathered
assembly.
Arthur, Percy, and Bill greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, also shaking Draco's
hand in congratulations. She then said hello to all the members who voted for her, Lady
Longbottom first and foremost, before Draco led her to the opposite side of the seating
where she was wrapped in a gentle hug by an old friend.
Damocles chuckled. "Mia, you're as beautiful as you ever were."
"Damocles, I can't tell you how good it is to see you. I read your recent article
in Potions Monthly, and I have about a thousand questions for you."
"I imagine you would."
"Mia, er.. ." A tall, lanky wizard stood to greet her. "Do you prefer Miss Potter or
Lady Black?"