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Beyond the Veil	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
I have so many excuses for missing out on all my stories for the past weeks, and months or so.

I have been flooded with work and with a lot of other 'does not make sense' kind of thing in my life right now.
But most importantly and very recently, my father (godfather actually) passed away last October 5, 2018.

He was supposed to turn 59 this November 1. He passed away due to some liver problem that was diagnosed of him two years ago. He was lucky to last for two more years after that diagnosis.
He is my godfather but he literally raised me up as the family lived under the same house. His wife is my aunt (mom's sister) and other than my grandma, i was closest to him.
He was an Impressionist Painter and he had a great impact and influence in my life. I always looked up to him and loved him dearly.
I was the last to see him in the hospital and after my visit ,he passed away the following morning.
They say he might have been waiting for my visit.
I couldn't visit him on the first days he was taken into the hospital because of my own health risk at the moment; but i fought my way into seeing him late Friday night.
It saddens me gravely and the past two weeks is a struggle that I thought i would never endure again from the passing of my grandma last 2012.
The pain of loss after death is the most inevitable and horrifying experience one will ever have.
His things are still all over our house, his studio still remained intact, untouched as he left everything.
And it makes me cry every now and then to realize that he wasn't coming home anymore from a late night with his friends, dinner and sketching with other artists and all that.
That he wasn't coming back home for me to find him in his studio painting at the ungodly hours because that's the way he is.
It makes me cry at the thought that i wasn't going to receive a morning message from him at my coffee mornings at my favourite cafes. That there will be no weekend visits at home from me where i'll spend it with him and mom and aunt for a brunch or so.
I will always miss him.
I'm sorry i had to burst that all our here cause it makes me feel extremely depress lately.
I had to miss so much into my writing and right now, my writing comforts me better than anything else in this world.

Lots of love.
let me know how all of you are ding

sending love and light

IX

“Shit.” Draco muttered as he heard the sounds again.
He opened his eyes and realized he had fallen asleep over the floor after working until the late morning hours on the latest artwork he was creating.
It was another giant canvass without a face but hazy colours and features.
He heavily pushed himself up from the floor and stared at the messy surroundings over his apartment.
The place was littered with brushes, paint everywhere, empty and half used canvasses and finished art works.
He wondered when he started doing all these as it seemed to be part of the memory that was erased from his mind since the traumatic accident.
Hermione had ruled out that the post trauma could have possibly blocked his memories or a certain amount of it, because other than the most recent events of his life, he seemed to know and remember everything else.
They were not yet sure at the moment, but by far, they were trying to figure out how far back behind he has forgotten.
His thoughts were interrupted by the same noise again.
He looked around and up ahead of him.
He hated some of his neighbors who were relentless in making noises, definitely unconscious of their surroundings.
It always kept him up especially in the ungodly hours – they acted as if they owned the whole floor or building and they were sure they weren’t unaware of the other occupants of the apartment building.
“Bloody idiots.” Draco muttered as he walked across his apartment and pulled up the heavy curtains to see his view.

He lived at one of the best apartments in the building, one with the best view.
From his large window that he usually kept close, he could see a very beautiful view of the city where the sunrise could clearly be seen and if he would move to the other side of his apartment, he could also see the view of the sunset.
He wished that he remembered when he bought this place because he seemed to have a good taste by then.
The place was perfect.
But if he looked around him, it was too big for him.

Did he really want a place that was too large for just one person?

Maybe he liked it that way as he lived most of his life in a place where you could actually fit two dozens of families that were as big as the Weasleys.

But it felt lonely.
It felt like something was amiss about having this large place all to himself.

Draco walked around his apartment, exploring things that he felt he has forgotten.
It took him about an hour to completely see the whole apartment and based on what he saw, it seemed that he had made a comfortable and basic kind of living.

There was nothing lavish about the place but everything he needed or wanted was complete in the flat.
The larger area was taken up space by the large couch by the fireplace and all his scattered artworks and belongigs.
A large master’s bedroom with a bed more than big enough for two people was lined up with certain aisles of books with more than enough books for each shelf and the room was draped heavily in a heap of Slytherin drapes although to his disgust, his bathroom had a large red floor carpet all over it.
He would have complained but the bathroom was most elegant with the tiles around the walls, the gold and silver handles of the faucet and the large bath tub enough for two people.
The light all over the apartment was made to fit for each room – dimly lit for the master’s, well lit for the space of the living room and the space he created his artworks and the kitchen at the side of the room was well lit.
Opening the cupboards, everything was filled up and he was sure that he wasn’t going to get hungry for months.
The plates were made of black marble that was elegantly made and the cutlery looked expensive.
There was no china for teas like his mother would have wanted but several mugs for coffee were stashed in a cupboard.
Except for one place in the apartment, everything else was perfect and comfortable.
There was one room at the very end of the hallway, farther than the bathroom that was locked.
It was heavily locked.

When he placed his ears closer to the door to listen, he could not hear a thing.
If there was a window, it may have been closed because he couldn’t hear a single thing from the outside or opposite wall.
It was too quiet at the other side that it even scared him a little.
He tried to use wandless magic against it but there was no avail.
If he would consider it, the room would only open by a certain magic or a certain wand.
And he could already feel that his wand wasn’t the one that was going to open it up.

Draco spent hours wondering what the room was for.
Observing what he already saw within the whole premises, he had all the things he needed and wanted and there was no use for another room.
Maybe that was just an extra room from the place.
But why was it locked?
Maybe it was a stockroom of some sort of the previous owner or so.
He wanted to find out but he felt that there was another time for that room to be explored or rather, he didn’t want to know what was behind it.
He was curious, yes.
But if opening that room would ruin the perfection of the rest of the apartment, he didn’t need to know what was behind that room.

“Maybe I’ll ask her to help me out.” Draco muttered, his mind unconsciously wondering towards Hermione who would definitely have an answer to everything in every situation. “She knows it all after all.”
And with that, he left the dark hallway, and close the first door of the area and moved back to the kitchens to make himself a decent breakfast before going over to Hermione later that day.

“Mr. Potter, here are all the reports.” the Auror on duty said as he entered Harry’s office door and placed the envelope over his table. “With names and dates, Mr. Potter. Is there anything else you need?”
Harry nodded quietly, eyes over the aisles of books that paneled his office.
He was lost in his thoughts.
He has never felt this lost for a very, very long time.
It was like he was stuck in a dream, in a bizaare dream that is and there was no getting out of it.
Well, not until he’s finished what he was supposed to do.

“None.” Harry answered quietly. “Who do I thank for this?”
The Auror smiled at him with a curt nod.
“All has been taken care of, Mr. Potter.” the Auror answered him as he prepared to leave.
Harry noticed that he only briefly looked at him once and never again; as if he was afraid to look him in the eye.
“I didn’t get your name.” Harry was quick to say as he moved forward his table to reach for the delivered parcel. “Would it be alright to ask for it?”
The young Auror looked back at him with a thoughtful expression as if he wasn’t sure.
But this was Harry Potter he was speaking to, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.
He smiled broadly at Harry.
“Trelawney.” the young Auror replied with a charming smile, a twinkle in his eye. “Steven Trelawney.”
And before Harry could even say anything else, the young Auror walked out of his office door without another word.
He looked back at the empty space of his room in wonder.
Chances and odds were really difficult to measure and figure and he really didn’t want to bask in it anyway.
A smile appeared over his face as he shook his head to read through the contents of the delivered package.
His green eyes settled over the parcel as he held the envelope with the thick parchments inside.
The smile over his face faded as he opened it.

“Not a word to anyone, Harry.”

He could almost hear Remus Lupin’s voice echo in his ears from the last time they spoke to one another.

He held the half open parcel in his hands as if thinking twice of reading its contents, doubtful of what he was about to read.

Harry breathed heavily, eyes looking around him at the collection of books all over his office.
These were books he accumulated through the years in his Auror training.
Some of the books were from his travel but most of them were from Hermione’s.
She didn’t travel as much as he did but she always knew where to get the best books at each of the needs he had for his line of work.
From Defense Spells on how Curing Curses, Tactics and Techniques With Wands and many other line and selections and collections of books – all thanks to Hermione Granger.

Hermione Jean Granger.

His bestfriend.
And he loved her dearly.

He wasn’t meant for her.

And even if that was so, he was going to stay with her.
Until at the least, he was done with what he was tasked to do.
It wasn’t going to be easy, but they have been together for as long as he could remember and he wasn’t going to just accept things as they were and leave her.
Parting was such indeed sweet sorrow.

And he wasn’t ready for it.

She always made him smile and she protected him all these years and right now, he wasn’t sure how he was going to protect her this time around when she had done nothing but dedicate years of her life into loving him like that of a brother.

As her bestfriend, he knew how close he can get to her and how much influence he had in her. But he knew that all these, in regards to protecting her, also had its limits.

He won’t just leave her.
She would be devastated.
He needed something, a plan of some sort to make her understand.
And it wasn’t going to be easy.
And with Draco Malfoy entangled in all of it, he wasn’t sure how to handle the task he had to do.

“Are you even listening to me?” Hermione demanded as she turned to Harry from the coffee line they were both in the following morning.
“What?” Harry returned, blinking and looking back at her, completely loss. “I was. I’m sorry.. Can you say that again?”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at him then she shook her head.
Harry and Hermione had met up that morning for breakfast before their work knowing how long the day would be.

Hermione’s duties at the hospital was mounting up and Harry’s Auror work was close to the same thing except that he had locations to go to and a lot more of people to interview regarding the recent explosion at the event that they had both attended to.
There was no luck into figuring out what had caused it or who might have caused it.
They only got the list of property damages and the amount of these damages. The names of the casualties were ruled out and the list of the injured people were being finished this week.
People were taken to small clinics and St. Mungo’s and Hermione had a hard time tracing everyone on the list given that she had other assignments at the hospital.
The week was indeed going to be quite long.

“I said, when I was with Malfoy the other day, we went to this sort of orphanage or something like that. I’d like you to come with me and visit it again.” Hermione said as they moved forward the line.
“I guess.” Harry answered, his eyes over the baked goods near the counter as they moved on the line. “Is it near? Where is it?”
“Well, Draco and I had a walk and all.. it’s just..” Hermione thought it over, realizing that she didn’t get the main address and remember how to really get to the place. “I remember it’s called “Melrose Place.”
Harry looked back at him, eyes in wonder at the name of the place.
They moved forward the line and Hermione became more irritated as their coffee orders took so long to be made.
“You know it?” Hermione slowly asked him as a few more people went to make their order and take them. “You can bring me there?”
“I’ve heard.. Isn’t that..” he paused for a moment, his eyes scanning her closely, his eyes over the counter ahead of them. “I’ll need to double check the location.”
“You know the place.” Hermione ruled out seeing the look over Harry’s facial features. “Come on, just bring me there or tell me where it is.”
“It’s an old building before.” Harry told her flatly. “If you were taken to a different location, then it has definitely been moved. Who did you talk to? So I can easily have someone find the personnel and all.”
“I forgot.” Hermione answered biting her lower lip as they reached the counter and she opened her bag to make her order. “I’ll ask Malfoy.”
“I’ll take care of this.” Harry whispered to her pulling out his wallet slowly as he reached over the counter.
But before Hermione could even open her mouth for her order, an old lady came out of nowhere and cut them off the line.
Her eyes widened and she stared at Harry and back at the lady by the counter who did not mind the old lady cutting the lady.
“Excuse me?” Hermione said loudly unable to stop herself but nobody seemed to make a big deal out of it.
The old lady didn’t even seem bothered as she kept her face up, nose and lips proud of herself.
“Hermione, please.” Harry whispered, trying to grasp her hand and keep her in place next to him to calm her down. “Let her be. Look at her age, you don’t know if it’s her last coffee.”
She almost smiled at his joked but she kept her values with her.
“You’re unbelievable.” Hermione snorted at him. “Did you not see that? Did nobody see that? Aging does not excuse-“
“We’ll get your coffee.” Harry simply told her pulling her close to him to ensure she does not do anything embarrassing for the both of them. “Don’t make a scene. I’ll get you double muffins you love the most.”
Hermione struggled in his arms, but Harry playfully kept her to him, keeping her face buried over his shoulders to keep her from making other sounds and smiling at the people around them to pretend there was no fuss.

Shortly after then, the old lady finished her order and picked it up a the next counter and when Hermione and Harry turned for their turn, he cut her off the first counter and moved her to the second one where their orders were already prepared.
“How did you do that?” Hermione asked her as Harry handed her favourite coffee and a bag of double muffins. “We were together by that line- how did you do that?”
He smiled sheepishly at her then uncovered his cup of coffee, sniffing and inhaling his favourite cup.
“Nothing beats coffee in this place. I can have this forever.” Harry said ignoring her and gently pulling her off the line.
She still looked flabberghasted at him, waiting for an explanation.
“Harry, I’m not going to ask again.” Hermione said as she pulled him to stop near the door.
“You’re blocking the way.” Harry said pulling her gently from the doorway as a pair of men entered looking ill-tempered and seemingly willing to push Hermione off their way if she didn’t move out of it. “I’m Harry Potter, incase you’re forgetting.”
He looked amused but Hermione wasn’t.
“Alright, I already signaled that other girl when we entered for our usual order.” Harry said, sighing heavily and pointing across the room to another girl at the end of the long counter. “She knows me ofcourse and sees us here usually. She knows what we order every time so I just sort of signaled her to prepare it ahead knowing the time and line that will be here over this hour.”
She still looked skeptical but she was also hungry and the muffins in the bag were calling out to her.
“Whatever..” Hermione said rolling her eyes at him as Harry opened the door for her. “Anyway..About the place, I’ll ask Malfoy about it.”
“Well you better.” Harry said pulling his wallet out as they prepare to order. “Because we can’t go to a place without a known location and a person to talk to. It’s illegal to just bust into a place without reason.”
“Well everyone seems to know him there.” Hermione commented thoughtfully. “I mean, they greeted him and all that.”
Harry gave her a skeptical look that made her realize how stupid the whole thing sounded.
“If that was illegal entry, even if they knew him, you know that is two months in Azkaban, right” he asked her with a raised brow. “I mean, even if you didn’t know of it, that’s still illegal and that costs you a ticket to Azkaban.”
Hermione’s eyes turned and she looked worried at the thoughts of doing something illegal.
Harry’s face broke into a smile seeing her panicked face.
“I hate you.” Hermione said punching the side of his shoulders. “I really, really hate you right now.”
“You can’t hate me.” Harry said pulling her very close to him and embracing her tightly. “I’m the only one you’ve got.”
“Excuse me?” Hermione said pushing him off from her. “I have loved ones in m life.”
“Crookshanks died a long time ago, ‘Mione.” Harry muttered rolling his eyes at her as they walked down the pavement. “As I’ve told you, I’m the only one you’ve got.”
“You’re not helping this way.” Hermione said looking back at him. “What will I do without you, Mr. Potter?”
It was meant to be a joke, but it hit Harry and he looked ever more serious.
Hermione broke into a smile, bumping her head playfully against him.
“You work too much.” Hermione made a comment making him smile again. “You should get yourself a girlfriend.”
Harry smiled at her, reaching for her hand as they walked down the pavement.
“No need.” Harry said keeping her closer to him. “I already got one.”
She smiled back at him but she was still thinking about Draco Malfoy and the place he has taken her to.
The truth was that she wasn’t sure why she wanted to go to the place but she was sure that she didn’t want to let Draco know that she was interested in the place he has taken her into.
The way she saw it, the place seemed quite personal or close to Draco’s heart and maybe, getting to it on her own, will show her exactly what kind of person Draco has really been all these years.

There was an insistent knock upon her door on her small clinic and Hermione began to be irritated by the moment.
She was finishing a patient before her lunch break and the old man was fortunately slightly deaf for him to hear the amount of annoying knock by the door.
“So, thank you and I would see you within the next week, yes?” Hermione cheered the old man, leading him towards her door and trying to keep her smile in place.
They reached her door and she opened the door for the old man only to find Draco Malfoy standing outside her door, eyes wide and breathless at the sight of him.
“I’ve been here for the past twenty minutes!” Draco exclaimed ignoring the old man as he pushed himself inside the clinic while Hermione first made sure that the man was in the hallway to find his way back to the elevator.
“Have you bloody lost your mind?” Hermione sharply turned to him the moment the man was out of sight. “What the hell, Malfoy?”
She turned back to her clinic and pushed Draco inside, slamming the door behind her.
“I’ve been meaning to see you!” Draco said looking slightly wild and alarmed. “I need to tell you something-“
“Yes but you’re not my lunch break or my 1pm today.” Hermione told him irritably as she walked to her desk, gathering her things and throwing them inside her large bag. “I have a life, Malfoy. You can’t just barge in and out of my clinic.”
“I am your patient.” Draco insistent following her around the room like wild raven without rest. “I think I deserve some of your time-“
“Some of it-“ Hermione plainly cut him short removing her Healer robes and slinging it around her arm. “-some of it, Malfoy. Not all of it.”
“But I have to tell you something and it’s urgent and you know that-“
“I’m not at the beck of your call, Malfoy!” Hermione suddenly yelled back at him, eyes wide.
Draco stared at her, shocked.
She looked back at him, irritated and Draco stared back at her with slight disappointment in his eyes.
The excitement and fire in his eyes vanished and was quickly replaced by stillness of a mood.
He suddenly looked lost, blank in his features.
“I didn’t think of it that way.” Draco softly said, his shoulders hanging down. “I also didn’t mean to make it seem like I can.. or.. I mean, I’m sorry.”
“That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry.” Hermione quickly said grabbing his hand to stop him from moving away and blocking him from getting to the door.
He looked back at her, eyes over her hand around his wrist.
Hermione quickly let him go and moved a step back from him.
“I’m just so flooded with work.” Hermione explained herself, avoiding his gaze. “I’m just really tired lately and I’m not sure what to do and which work to go and finish first. I didn’t get enough sleep.”
She slowly looked back up at him, was almost sure that he would yell at her incompetence.
But he didn’t.
A small smile appeared over his pointed face.
And it was a gentle smile.
“I’ve got an idea.” Draco told her. “I know just the place to bring you.”
And without warning, he grabbed her hand again and all the excitement in his face reappeared.
“Wait, where are we going?” Hermione asked, although she had grabbed her bag with her and let Draco lead her out of her clinic. “I thought there’s something you’ve got to tell me-“
“How long do you have?” Draco asked back as they went out of her office and walked fast towards the elevators.
“An hour or two.” Hermione said. “My 1pm is always late. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” Draco breathlessly said, tagging her to the nearest elevator and pushing the down button consistently as if it would open that way. “I’ll tell you what I need to tell you when we get there.”
“What are we going to do there?” Hermione asked him back, curious to see the excitement back at his face.
“We’re going to remove your stress.” Draco said not even looking back at her as he continued to push the button. “Wait. Let me ask you. Are you afraid of heights?”
“Am I what?” Hermione asked as Draco turned his head to her, a boyish grin spreading across his face and a bright twinkle in his beautiful eyes.
Her heart was beating fast.
She wasn’t afraid; she was goddamn excited.
And she feared the day that Draco Malfoy would find out that he, amongst many others, excited her like no other.
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