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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Ten
Elevators

Draco was silent as silent could be.

He was outside the small Auror’s office based inside Azkaban itself.
He waited.
He checked his expensive and old looking pocket watch from his mother.

Seven minutes to three.
He tried to remain calm and composed.
He wasn’t nervous nor scared but was slightly anxious.

Once the door of his father’s cell opens, that was it.

He was to return to the Wizarding World community and that would be it.

Of course he wouldn’t tell him what to do but he would watch him closely.
He cannot tarnish the name Malfoy more than he already had years ago.
He had to admit that his father being released isn’t something he was delighted about.
If he had to be completely honest, it felt more like a burden to him.
But he’d never tell that to any living soul.
He knew his father very well and knew what he was capable of.

He would lay low for sure, but after quite some time, he would surely do something that would call the world’s attention back to the name.
He had worked so hard for years to make a name for himself – not for whose family he came from nor who his parents were or even what they’ve done in the Second War – no, he wanted a name known for what good work he had done.

He would never be able to detach the name Malfoy to the tainted truth it once clung onto, but he was determined to change what people know and think of him.

Girls may still swoon over him, but he kept himself detached from everything all these years because he wanted to live a life he could be proud of.
Not a life his father could be proud of any longer.

“Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco looked up.
A Ministry official and two Azkaban guards entered the room.
They were holding out a few parchments for him.
“If you would please sign these and then your father will be waiting two floors down from here.”
“Thank you.” Draco quietly said, taking out a quill from his inner pocket and reading through the parchments.

Final release papers to be signed to officially release his father.
In all truth, he could not sign it all – oh, he could just let him be and leave him be.
But he was family and he needed to make sure that his father won’t do something or anything crazy the moment he steps back into the society.
He needed to ensure the slightest bit of connection and control would stay there between the two of them.
It was the least he could do to save the name and reputation he has damaged so severely.
It were all still, for his mother.

Draco heavily sighed and began signing the three documents.
He stared down over the parchments as he finished.
It was still disbelieving that his father was just going to walk out of the prison – all for all the evidences he has surrendered and all for what his mother had done for them.
It were all because of Narcissa Black Malfoy.

“Thank you.” the official said.
He looked up at Draco and noticed the insignificance over his face.
Never had he seen all his life serving for Azkaban did he see a relative ever more morose to have pick up someone they love or family from Azkban prison.

“Mr. Malfoy did you bring the-“
“Oh yes, here. I’m sorry.” Draco said bending down and picking up a large paper bag.
“He will have him change downstairs in a moment before you see him.” the official said, nodding at him and pocketing all the documents he had signed.
“Thank you. I will follow downstairs.”
“Three doors from the end of the staircase at the left corridor. Thank you and good luck Mr. Malfoy.”
And with that, he left Draco alone in the room to his thoughts.

“You can’t be serious.” Harry said as they waited outside Kingsley’s office.
“I am dead serious.” Hermione said, tapping her foot impatiently as they waited.
From the office, Harry had to follow her all the way to the Minister’s office.
Hermione wanted a signed parchment of the visitor for her to go to Azkaban.

Since Kingsley became the Minister of Magic, anyone who had no official business or relative to Azkaban had to ask for permission from the Ministry of Magic and had the minister sign a document to be allowed.

They couldn’t allow any further casualties or any more escapes.
They have finally learned from the past.

“Kingsley won’t just give you a slip.” Harry pointed out at her. “Hermione this isn’t some library slip you can just ask for because you’re planning a visit to the place.”
“Oh you watch me.” Hermione said, folding her arms over her chest. “You just wait and see that Kingsley gives me-“
“What the hell are you going to do there?” Harry asked her with narrowed eyes as he attempted to grab her.. “What are you planning?”
“I don’t know.” Hermione said. “I’m going to stop Malfoy.”

Harry whirled around to her.
“Stop Malfoy?” Harry repeated, grabbing her hand and pulling her aside because she was impatiently walking back and forth and was blocking people that were walking around the busy corridor.
“Yes.” Hermione indignantly replied. “Do you have a problem with me doing that?”
“Yes.” Harry earnestly replied. “You don’t just walk there and ask and – Hermione, he’s going to be released whether you like it or not – it’s official, the Minister of Magic has-“
“That’s why we’re here!” Hermione angrily said. “To make Kingsley change his mind-“
“And are you out of your mind?” Harry angrily said grabbing her arm painfully and forcing her to face him. “Hermione- this stupid – this isn’t going anywhere – your vendetta against this – they’re not going to put back the lives we’ve all lost“
“Well, if you did something to stop this it wouldn’t happen in the first place!” Hermione screamed at him.

People that were walking by actually stopped and stared at them.
Hermione had called enough attention to draw people to stare.
Her face slightly turned pale.

Harry blinked and stared at her.

She wasn’t sure if he was angry or offended or both.
But he looked indifferent and was staring at her a if she had turned into some cat again.

“Harry-“
“I didn’t do anything?” Harry asked her letting her arm go. “I didn’t do anything?”
“Harry, that’s not-“
“You do know I’d jail anyone and have all the Dementors kiss them without trial if they’ve done so much as a small curse towards any innocent life back in the war, don’t you?” Harry asked her.

He never gets mad easily towards her.
No, never to her.
They always reasoned with one another.

He was always – always – patient with her.
And the gleam and glint in his eyes suddenly alarmed Hermione.
He had always been ever so patient most especially towards her, but at the moment, she seemed to have reached his limit of patience.

“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” Harry asked her with a firm tone. “You’ve said it clearly – I didn’t do anything. What did you want me to do, Hermione?”

He called her by her name, not his term of endearment to her.
That alarmed her even more.

“Harry-“

The doors of Kingsley’s office opened.
Some Ministry officials walked out and they were called in by his assistant.
They stared at one another.

“Well go on.” Harry said putting his wand back inside his pocket with an angry stance. “Go and do what you came here for.”
“Harry, please.”
“I didn’t do anything, right?” Harry said, turning away from her. “Then by all means, do what you’ve got to do.”
“Harry!” Hermione called back with uneasiness and contempt in her tone and face as she stared at Harry’s retreating back.

However Draco imagined the encounter of seeing his father after his release from prison in all those years was nothing close to how he imagined it to be.
He stood alone in an empty room with his father for the first time in a long time.
He had changed into the clothes he had brought it – clean shaven, hair gauged back and well dressed.

A Malfoy that he always was.

The only difference was that his set of clothes that Draco brought in weren’t the most elegant once from his closet.
The boy seemed to either find it funny that way or had not put in effort to get his father the taste and kind of clothing he would like to have on that day.
Nevertheless, he didn’t say anything about his.

His eyes were stark cold as it had always been – deeply sunken and filled with the most despicable features he could have at the moment.
He aged quite a bit and had thinned – the most obvious sign of one being imprisoned at Azkaban.
Still, he held the proud chin-up glory as a Malfoy that he always had.

“Draco.” Lucius softly whispered. “How good it is to see you, son.”

Draco stared back at his father.
He was motionless as he stared at the man before him.
He wanted to feel pity, he wanted to feel anger.
But he felt neither.

He couldn’t even understand what he was feeling towards the man at that moment.
He knew that it was the Wizengamot who decided for his release, but there was a painful burden growing inside of him.
He felt like he was about to relinquish a very dangerous basilisk out into the world once more.

“Draco?”
His voice was deep and hoarse as he had not used it the normal way in a long time.
He looked weary, old, tired and ready to retire to his bed for a good amount of sleep.
Draco blinked away his thoughts.
He straightened up.

“Right.” Draco quietly said, moving his eyes away from his father and towards the door. “The Minister has provided us with a small back area we can pass to avoid the press that are obviously downstairs awaiting for you and ready to –“

Draco stopped.
Lucius had suddenly grabbed him by the arm and very tightly pulled him into an embrace.
His eyes widened in shock.
His brains seemed to lag at that very moment.
His father had embraced him, but for the fact that he had never embraced him in this way before – it was tight, warm, tumultuous and almost desperate in a way.

“Draco.” Lucius' voice sounded in need of him.
“We should go down.” Draco simply said, unmoving and unwilling to place his arms around his father.

He knew he was waiting for something from him.
But he couldn’t give it no matter what kind of emotion or physical contact it was he needed from him.

“Draco –“
“We have to go.” Draco slowly said and as gentle as possible, he gently took his father’s arms off him.

Their eyes didn’t meet.
Lucius was closely staring at him and Draco did as much as he could to avoid his gaze.
Lucius’ eyes strayed over the burn marks over the side of Draco’s once flawless face.
A sharp pain passed him.
Literally not him, but it felt like it was his doing.

“Son-“
“We need to go.” Draco said sharply turning to him. “I have a meeting. I’m bringing you to the manor and then I have to go.”

Something faltered in the light in Lucius’ eyes but he didn’t say anything.
He nodded quietly and tried to clear his throat.

He straightened up and move himself a few inches from his own son.
Draco obviously didn’t mind the distance.
He looked like he had been forced to be there in the very first place – which wasn’t really far from the truth.

“Everything is settled back at the manor for you.” Draco said as they walked to the door. “All house-elves have been removed at the Malfoy manor premises and as we abide to law, we can never hire one.”
Lucius quietly listened to him as he folded up the sleeves of his suit to match up to his wrist as they seemed to be longer and bigger than the last time he wore them.
“Where did you get this?” he asked him.
Draco turned to him and stared.
He was obviously irritated.
“In your wardrobe.” Draco clearly said. “Where do you think I would?”
Lucius didn’t say anything.
“Were you listening?”
“Yes, I was.” Lucius quietly answered. “Anything else?”
“My assistant would be staying with you for a couple of days to tend to your needs as you adjust and as I await a list of possible people to work for you. If you would need something from me, you are free to Floo or send me-“
“You’re not at the manor?” Lucius said, stopping abruptly.
Draco was already outside the door and Lucius a step away from it.
Draco stared at him.
Did he forget that tiny detail?

“No.” Draco said. “I have not stayed in the manor for years.”
“That was understandable given the circumstances.” Lucius pointed out.
“I’m not staying at the manor.” Draco said in a low tone as if struggling to yell at him. “I have bought my own place and I am doing well there.”
Lucius’ eyebrow raised but he didn’t say anything at the subject anymore.
“And how do you supposed I deal with-“
“I have tended to the list of things I know you would ask and require for.” Draco simply said. “Everything will be settled and done by the time you are back at the manor. However you would have to wait for another month or two for you to be able to have full access once more to the Malfoy account at Gringotts.”
“And how do you supposed I live this way?” Lucius said, refusing to step out of the door.

Draco was losing his patience.
“As I’ve said everything has been and will be attended to. You would not need to worry about anything.”
Lucius still looked unconvinced.
Draco turned back to him.
“You are telling me, they have delayed my release and now that I am to be taken out, my accounts are frozen and would be delayed as well?”
“Yes.” Draco clearly said. “Is there a problem with that?”
“How do they supposed I live out there?”
“I will repeat it for the last time – you would be tended to; you shall be provided for.” Draco said and the anger in his voice was getting more obvious.
“Tended to?”
“You’re not going to starve.” Draco pointed out in an almost bossy and sassy tone. “Is there anything you need to purchase for a quarter of a billion this afternoon at Diagon Alley?”

Lucius’ eyes glinted.
Draco was unmoving from his stance.

He could already feel all the differences in the world he had to face and he wasn’t even out of Azkaban yet.
“Nothing.” Lucius simply said, staring at his son who reminded him a lot of himself.
Draco looked back at him as if daring him to say something more, something else.
“Then let’s go.” Draco said, turning from him again. “I haven’t got all day for you.”

The waiting had gone nowhere for Hermione and she had to force her way back to Harry's office only to find him leaving early.
He was obviously angry at her.
“Harry!” Hermione called after him as she jolted down hallway after another following Harry.
“Harry!” she called out excusing herself from a couple of Ministry officials on her way. “Oh my god – Harry!” Hermione screamed.

But Harry didn’t stop.
He continued to walk away from her, walking to the opposite direction.
He left her in the room out of her offensive words.
Hermione had a last minute decision to make.
She chose Harry than to wait for Kingsley who seemed never going to get out of his meeting in his office anyway.
She was still as angry and irritated but she just couldn’t leave Harry to be angry of her.
She followed him out and about, down to floors and couple of screaming his name while the whole building stared at their direction.

“This is seriously degrading.” Hermione muttered to herself as she turned two corridors down.
She looked around and it was so obvious that Harry was heading for the secret elevator at the back to avoid people on the way out of the Ministry.
She clutched her chest as she inhaled a bit more of air as Harry turned at the last corridor.
She reached him just in time as he walked toward the elevator doors.
“Seriously.” Hermione muttered. “Harry, I’m sorry!”

It was the magic word.

Harry stopped on his tracks.
He stood there, unmoving with his back turned to her.
Hermione quickly caught up with him.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione breathlessly said, facing him.
He looked back at her.
There was no trace of hate in his face but pure confusion and hurt.
She had hurt him – time and again.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione quietly said reaching out to him. “Harry.”
Harry looked back at her as if thinking.
Hermione mentally counted in her head before Harry reproaches.
“I really am.” Hermione said. “It wasn’t – I was obviously out of line – that wasn’t what I meant and I would never tell you that everything you’ve done isn’t enough. Please.”
Harry green eyes settled on her.
His lips slightly twitched giving Hermione all the right signals.
He was contemplating but obviously at the verge of giving into her any moment now.

She took a step forward him and slowly reached for his hand.
He didn’t move away as she held it in her hands.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Hermione quietly said, moving closer and looking up at him and meeting his eyes. “I didn't mean that..what I said.. that you didn't do.. I'm sorry.”
Harry closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He pressed her hand back and pulled her to him.
“Bloody hell.” Harry quietly muttered, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her over her dark tresses.

Hermione sighed heavily too and sank in his arms.
She let him kiss her head and inhale her scent.
She too inhaled and could revel in the familiar and comfortable smell of him and his clothes on hers.
“You’re a terrible headache, do you know what?”

“I know.” Hermione replied, facing him. “I’m sorry.”
Harry looked down at her with utmost patience.
He could never find himself to be angry with her no matter how annoying or unreasonable she could be at times.
She was Hermione Jean Granger.
His bestfriend.

His love.

Even if she wasn’t his Hermione.

“Gods, Hermione. You’re going to be the death of me.” Harry muttered kissing her again over the forehead.
“Muffins and coffee?” Hermione offered with a gleam over her face.

Harry raised an eyebrow.
“Back to your senses?” he asked her, tightly squeezing her.
“Aw. I can’t breathe.” Hermione said, pulling herself away from him, but Harry didn’t let her go.
“I left my money upstairs.” Harry said checking his pockets suddenly.
“On me.” Hermione happily said. “I just want some fresh air too.”
“You’re not going to run amok anymore?” Harry asked her with a smirk over his face.
Hermione gently slapped him across the face.
“I hate you.” Hermione said, burying her face back at him.
“I’m sure you do.” Harry said, dragging her to the elevators.
“It’s not easy Harry.” Hermione said and there was sudden seriousness in her tone as she looked up at him. “This. All of it. What they’re doing – who they’re letting out – it’s like – it’s like they’re forgetting-“
“They’re not forgetting.” Harry pointed out. “Life is just.. well Hermione, life is just moving.”
“And that’s what you want me to do?” Hermione said her eyes narrowing again. “You want me to move on? Just move on? Just let Malfoy – he was the reason my parents-“
“I know what he did.” Harry said handling her seriously. “I know what he did and I know what he has paid for and what he hasn’t. But you’ve got to move forward. You’ve got to.”
“It’s not that easy.” Hermione said at the verge of tears despite the obvious anger in her eyes. “It’s not – do you know I still dream of them??”
“I know.” Harry whispered back at her. “You still cry out at night.”
“I can’t.. and it’s not.. it’s not very easy…and everything has been – and now this – and Malfoy..”
“That’s what I’m here for.” Harry assured her gently holding her hand. “That’s why I’m just here for you, ‘Mione. I’m never going to leave you.”
“Never?” Hermione asked with a reluctant smile over her face.
“Never.” Harry promised as he held her closer.

There was the sound of a bell and the elevator doors opened.
They made a step forward to get in but halted last moment.
Harry heard Hermione’s gasp and her grip that slackened from his hand.

His green eyes widened all the same but it was Hermione in his mind that blocked all thoughts upon seeing the pair who were stepping themselves out from the elevator at their floor stop.
Harry was sure that Hermione was almost not breathing at that very moment.
They had come face to face with none other than Draco and Lucius Malfoy.
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