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Across the Universe	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes:
I have been out and about and have finally been able to dust away a few of my writer's block resulting on this chapter.
I'm hoping to get things done and better within the week esp for my other stories.
Been busy with work and workout sessions as I'm trying to go back to my old weight. I've been reading through Emma Watson's (ofcourse) and Natalie Portman's regime in her preparation before for Black Swan.
The latter regime is killing me.

Hope all is well.
how's your week by far and how was your valentine's?

lots of love
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Chapter X
The Trouble with Our World

It has been two weeks since the Battle of Hogwarts.
The age of recovery was becoming yet everything feels so surreal.
Hermione Granger lined up at the hospital at St. Mungo’s while she waited for Harry and Ron as they were being checked for their health.
Everyone who had been included at the main battle at Hogwarts and who survived were recommended and required to attend a four-week physical, emotional and mental check at the hospital to tend to their needs and mend the emotional turmoil the war could have caused.
She was early as usual as she didn’t want to line up longer than the rest.
So when she finished, Harry and Ron were just about to get theirs and she offered to wait for them at the café down the hospital.
Hermione was just opening her book to read for the day as her breakfast had been served when she saw a familiar face entering the café.
Draco Malfoy.
He was walking quietly, head down as if he didn’t want to be seen nor recognized as he ordered his own breakfast tray.
Her eyes wandered at his direction and she silently followed him with her gaze as he settled in a far corner table at the café.
He looked pale and unusually sickly looking.
Perhaps the trauma with him had been deeply embedded than they’ve thought.
He could have endured things they didn’t know.
Despite their differences, Hermione always told Harry and Ron never to just judge Draco Malfoy for he was just as much as a victim as the rest of them.
She didn’t know why, but staring at him at that very moment made her feel quite sorry for the boy.
Did he know that things would go down this way?
No, he didn’t.
He only wanted to survive like the rest of them and he loved his mother so much he was willing to do whatever it takes to help them survive the war they were also a victim of.
Draco wasn’t stupid.
He knew what he was getting at and knew what he was getting out of it.
He bagged at his father’s supposedly loyalty to the Dark Lord to help them survive.
And for as long as he followed them, he was sure that he could keep his mother safe.

“Mr. Potter?”
Harry looked up from his table and the newspaper clippings he had been studying.
He had been waiting for Hermione for three hours now with the promised return of the object he had lent her.
But she was still nowhere.
He wasn’t sure if he was going to be angry or worried or both.
Hermione had been acting out of her own recently and he wasn’t sure what was causing all of it.
She always seemed distracted and off and he wasn’t sure how to help her around or out of it.
“Yes?” Harry asked closing the newspaper clipping he was reading and folding it away. “What is it?”
A Ministry wizard entered his office bearing a small parchment in his hand.
“I’m quite sure this may be…little or no importance for you but we had to ask you.”
Harry accepted the parchment and stared at it.
These were due bills of taxes of Draco Malfoy that have been unpaid for some months now.
Harry’s eyes narrowed at the information he was reading.
“From the Finance Department?” he asked.
“Yes.” the wizard answered him. “We know this isn’t your problem but you came to school with him. We were wondering if you or any of your friends or batch has heard of him lately?”
“No.” Harry had said. “I don’t think so.. not really.”
“He was last said to attend the charity ball but was unable to. All his businesses are still on-going and finances there are still well-kept and updated. But he hasn’t signed anything like payments to the taxes of these establishments of his or the Malfoys. Madam Narcsissa Malfoy, who used to do all of these was never late in the payments and neither did Mr. Draco Malfoy. That’s why we are looking for him for the sudden change and shift of schedule of his payments.
Harry read through the financial reports and nodded to keep it.
“Can you send me a few more information? I’ll ask around from people who knows him that may help us with this.” Harry said as he took a note of it onto his table notepad.
The wizard nodded at him.
“Thank you, Mr. Potter.” he smiled. “We know your.. relations with the Malfoys.. aren’t really – well, very close – but you and Miss Granger are the only ones we know who have been in close encounter with them.”
“Yeah.” Harry said with a small snort. “You can call it that. Speaking of – have you seen if Hermione has returned?”
“Oh, no sir.” the wizard said as he walked to the door to leave. “I haven’t seen Miss Granger. Should I let her know you’re looking for her if she arrives? I’m duty until three in the morning.”
“That’ll be great.” Harry said. “I’ll stay and wait for a few more hours. Can you have someone send me more information then on this financial history and records of Draco Malfoy and the businesses he’s handled?”
“Yes.” the wizard agreed. “I’ll have that done now. Will send them up here, Mr. Potter.”

“L-Loki Laufeyson.” Hermione managed to croak out loud, her eyes narrowed and her face pale.
Loki gave her a look and a smile that made her want to just melt and vanish from the spot.
“Hermione Granger.” Loki drawled out at her taking a step and extending his hand to help her fully back on her feet. “Well, isn’t this a delectable surprise?”
And despite that she tried to open her mouth to say something, nothing came out of it.

And fifteen minutes later, Hermione still haven’t recovered nor found her voice.
Hermione was as silent and still as she could possibly be as she sat at the back seat of a large, black Muggle limousine.
Loki Laufeyson sat opposite her at the back of the limo and was reading a small book that told her it was his personal planner.
He was a very well-tended, well-organized and cultured man and as elegant as he could possibly be.
The colour from her face drained the moment she looked up at him and his eyes ran over the itinerary in her hand for which she knew he had quickly recognized as a copy he’s left with the Ministry of Officials.
She made no effort to really excuse herself out of it and he seemed uninterested with the fact about it or rather, was more interested to asking her out for coffee and dinner once more.
She was reluctant and obviously desperate in wishing for the stone floor to open up and swallow her alive as a whole but he was staring at her as if he knew she would say yes.
And she did say yes.
Hermione wasn’t sure if it was his charm or because she doesn’t want to be teased nor asked further about the itinerary that was with her that she had said yes.
He was very charming and just as persuasive but it didn’t take much effort at his end for Hermione to go with him.
Hermione stared up at him and with his knowing smile and his promise of ‘No questions about this will be asked’ as he gestured to the planner when he handed it back to her, closed the deal of her agreeing to go with him.

Loki told her that the vehicle was the one lent to him by a Russian Muggle business man to pick him up from his previous Ministry business to meet him for a document he needed to sign.
He didn’t say much but rather led her to the Muggle vehicle and Hermione, not really after another or other options, entered the vehicle and promised herself to really make it up to Harry when she gets home.
She wasn’t even sure why it was so hard to say no to the man.
“Where would you like to eat, Miss Granger?” Loki’s deep and silky voice came entering her thoughts.
She was staring at him with her thoughts filled with him as well.
“Sorry?” Hermione asked as she blinked, looking away and was completely flustered.
He smiled at her and closed the planner in her hand and set it aside.
“I would like to take you to dinner.” Loki told her with an inviting smile. “Where would you like?”
“I thought that you’re meeting someone?” Hermione asked him. “Isn’t that where we’re going?”
“I would be sending them a message on where to send the document. The vehicle is merely leading us at the end of this town where most restaurants and cafes are.”
Hermione nodded quietly as she stared at the view of the window and realized she was being led at the side of London where the same large restaurants and cafes were to be found.
She remembered this place when a news article before about Draco being found by Rita Skeeter at this end of London tangling hands and kisses with some female.
It was obviously a famous Muggle place but not for witches and wizards.
She looked up at Loki who was reading a newspaper this time and wondered if he was trying to avoid attention from the people of her world that’s why he decided to have dinner at this side of London.
Despite his being a gentleman, she still fidgeted with the idea and thought of him and the guilt that was crumbling and eating her inside.
She shifted over her side of the limo and exhaled sharply.
Loki didn’t look up from what he was reading but was obviously aware of Hermione’s activities in front of him.
“About the planner..” she began, breathing hard and heavy and trying to swallow her pride away. “I’d like to say that-“
“Did we not agree that we won’t be talking about it?” he interrupted her without looking up from what he was reading from the paper. “We agreed, did we not?”
Hermione’s eyes widened and her brows raised.
Was he being sure of this?
Was he a gentleman or did he have other plans up those black sleeves of his to assure her of their previous agreement?
“Sorry.” Hermione quickly muttered before he changes his mind. “I just.. Okay. Never mind.”
“Tell me something else.” Loki said as he turned a page from the paper.
“Something else?” Hermione asked him.
“About why you were there at the café.” Loki said as he closed the paper and folded it aside. “Why were you at Café Verona?”
He asked her directly, without a hint of hesitation and with nothing but determination in his beautiful dark eyes.
Hermione’s voice was stuck in her throat again.
Yes, he didn’t ask about the damned itinerary but now he was asking just almost the same thing or rather something worse.
Her cheeks turned red and the way her eyes moved and her fingers fidgeted in front of her, Loki could already tell that her whole being was panicking at that moment.
A gentle smile appeared over his face but Hermione didn’t relax at all.
If any, she was just getting confused by the moment.
“I was having dinner.” Hermione pointed out at him trying to regain a bit more of her composure. “You? Why were you there?”
She tried to sound confident and authoritative but Loki Laufeyson wasn’t a weak one and definitely not a man to be fooled.
“I had a meeting.” he gently explained to her. “With a few people from your government.”
And before Hermione could say something, he inched a little back and knocked three times at the window of the driver behind him.
The limo slowed down and skidded into a halt.
“Where are we?” Hermione asked as they stopped in what looked like a lofty apartment building.
“I was told this used to be an apartment.” Loki said as he straightened out his black suit. “But now it is a dinner place with a good view in their rooms.”
Hermione swallowed hard.
“I thought we are having dinner?” she incredulously asked him, eyes wide and the hint of panic growing in her tone. “Isn’t this a motel?!”
Now she definitely didn’t think that she would make it back to Harry in the morning to explain herself.
Loki’s eyes were quick to notice how out of reflex, Hermione had closed her legs together in a tighter position.
He only smiled at her.
“Hotel Grandeau.” Loki told her as the driver of the limo went down and opened the door for the two of them.
“It’s the same thing.” Hermione pointed out as she watched him with panicking eyes as he got down the car before her and turned to her once he was out.
“It’s very different, Miss Granger. Hotels are far more expensive, luxurious and elegant if I may say and definitely, more pleasurable in my opinion.” Loki said as he turned and offered his hand to her. “Shall we?”
Hermione’s eyes widened in panic and the horror in them grew as she stared back at the playful and inviting charm he offered her.
She was at the least two hours away from Harry and her wand felt too weak to even create the tiniest spell against this man whom she doesn’t know what he was really capable of.
What the hell was she thinking agreeing to go with him in the first place.

“Why do you need someone fit of your love and power brother when you can have anyone you want?”
“You don’t understand.” Loki reasoned with a smile as he clapped and cheered for his brother to target his aim. “Ladies.. they are very.. different from us. We need someone as beautiful, delicate yet strong and agile as mother to guide and protect us in a way that not even swords and arrows can do so.”
Loki watched as his brother let go of the arrow and aimed right and hit right onto the target.
His friends Lady Sif and the others cheered on before continuing on their own practice and exercise schemes at each end of the training hall.
“What do you call me then?” Lady Sif turned giving Loki a look.
They were all childhood friends but she always seemed irate to him than the rest in times of jokes and serious things.
But he loved her as a sister and protected her nevertheless.
“No offense, Lady Sif.” Loki said as he shielded his chest over a large stick she threw at his direction. “I know you’re all brains and brawns. But you’re just not my type.”
“You wish.” Lady Sif yelled back as Thor and the rest of the boys laugh horribly at her and the truth in Loki’s words.
They always loved and protected her, but never saw her as a woman despite the nickname they called her.
As usual, the first three hours of the day after breakfast were spent by Loki, his brother Thor and his friends in this hall to train before going on about in their usual classes until lunch time where the only break they can possibly attain would be the hours after their meditation and prayer afternoon at the hall of the gods.
From the age of seven until today that they were mostly 18, these were the routinary life they’ve lived.
Thor was the one next in line before his brother to be the king of Asgaard.
Despite that at times he seemed unfit for the position, Loki loved his brother dearly and supported all that he waved for a cause – even if it meant being a pain in the arse to the guards of their kingdom who did their best to protect and guard them despite it all.
Loki, knowing he wasn’t the favourite one of their father, was always the one favored by the beautiful and majestic queen.
At birth, she bestowed him powers for which she didn’t give to her eldest, Thor.
Thor always questioned this little gift that their mother bestowed upon his younger brother saying that as a future king, he would need one.
The beautiful queen would tell him that a king needs other things than powers and that his brother, who always seemed sickly and physically weak as a child, needed something else other than brawns to protect him should the future calls for it.
Loki was quiet but deep inside, he always knew that his mother favoured and loved him more than his brother Thor – and should king Odin love the elder one more than he, it doesn’t matter anymore.
“Brawns.” Thor would always mutter feeling bigger and stronger than his brother all the time.
The queen would smile at them both and before bidding them goodbye at their daily activities, she would always come for Loki to return to her arms and kiss him over the forehead and tell him that there are things more important and stronger than brawns and she would eye his forehead to tell him that at times, brains would be more important to be used for battle.
“When you fall in love, brother.” Loki began in a drawling voice. “You will not know of it, you will not be able to control it.”
“I am future king.” Thor said loudly. “I can and will be able to control everything.”
“Oh, I’d like to see that.” Loki said with a big smile to his brother who was always loud and boastful out of many things. “I’d like to see you unleash yourself against the power of love.”
“Love is but a word, little brother.” Thor teased him. “I will always have control over my emotions.”
Loki nodded and smiled at him.
He would never win against him in arguments and he neither cared for more often than not, he was always right about things and he reveled at the amusing thought that his brother always fell face first against everything he was fighting over.
“Do not underestimate it, brother.” Loki said as he nodded as the king and queen could be viewed from afar heading their way. “Look how father – the mighty king Odin – who bows to n one fell on his knees when his eyes strayed and his soul fell deeply for our mother.”
Thor turned and waved as their parents walked their way – the king with all his glory and the queen with all her beauty and elegance waving at them both.
“I would let you know once I fall in love, brother.” Thor said. “But you should promise me that once you do so yourself, you would tell me as well.”
“I would brother.” Loki said as he picked up the arrow and aimed at the same target once more. “I would tell you right away. But I tell you, you’ll never really see love coming or breaking you.”
And then he released the arrow and hit the very middle of Thor’s aimed arrow slicing it into two broken halves.

“I’m doing a guesswork that you’re uncomfortable to be here with me.” Loki said as he entered the small café living room.
It was a nice apartment that has indeed been turned into a small café restaurant.
It was very, very beautiful and there were room upstairs in various of sizes and interior according to the pictures that were plastered all over the wall.
There were a few other guests bunked at the other side of the living room that was designed as a living room and were having either some light dinner or coffee while reading the books from the set up bookshelves that the guests were free to read anytime.
The entrance of the apartment was changed into an exterior of a reception area and the receptionist was very kind to them.
Hermione had been well aware then that Loki was a frequent here as the smiles he received as they entered the café area proved it.
She wasn’t why the years she’s stayed at London, she’s barely ever known all these little cafes and shops that Loki were bringing her into.
What was she doing with the rest of her life?
And it was embarrassing to think that Loki was foreign and wasn’t even from their place to know all these little good places to trip to and stay in.

“I’m not uncomfortable.” Hermione told her as she kept her arms folded over her chest and her legs tight together while they waited for the order he had for them.
Hermione’s eyes roamed around the apartment turned public business establishment and her eyes fell onto all that were beautiful and reminded her of Paris.
“Right.” Loki muttered turning the page of the menu had had been reading.
Hermione’s eyes turned into slits and quickly turned back to him.
“I have to be somewhere else if you must know.”
He looked up at her, watching her eyes and her flustered face.
“No, you don’t.” Loki confidently said. “Should you have elsewhere to be, you wouldn’t have come with me in the first place.”
“You were insistent!” Hermione said unable to control the volume of her voice.
He only smirked at her.
“I invited you.” Loki said. “I didn’t insist nor force you to be here.”
He closed the menu and sat back over the table and stared at her as he folded his arms over his chest as well.
She rolled her eyes at him and looked away.
“But by all means, Miss Granger. Leave if you must.” Loki said slowly leading his hand up to the doorway watching her closely.
“That’s not very gentleman of you.” Hermione spat at him, eyes wide.
“I’ll have a car for you if that will make you feel better. I won’t let you walk ofcourse.”
Her pale face was now turning into a vicious colour of red.
“You are really – very – really – “ Hermione angrily spat at him but unable to put her feelings into words.
He only looked very amused at her.
“Miss Granger, I don’t think you’re supposed to be at the Ministry at this hour.” Loki said with a little concern over her eyes. “What should you be doing there at about – say – nine in the evening?”
He lightly shook the golden pocket watch he pulled out from his smart suit.
Her eyes turned into slits.
But before she could even say anything, two waiters came to their table and began serving their dishes.
This was twice in a row that she had come with him for no valid reason and she just couldn’t be sure whom to blame – Loki or herself.
And then her mind went back to what he had said.
It was nine in the evening.
Harry was definitely going to kill her.
But for some reason, she just felt that it wasn’t right to leave this man.
And as she opened her mouth to argue, another waiter came to their table and bowed at Loki.
He handed him a large black envelope with a golden ribbon around it.
Loki only nodded and had placed the black envelope over the other empty chair next to them.
Hermione’s eyes moved towards it but before she can ask, Loki ushered that she began eating as the other waiters left them.
She watched as he stared excitedly over their large feast again.
She wondered why he always ordered a large array of food and barely even ate at all.
“You seem very used into a grand entrée of food.” Hermione commented as she reached over the table for a napkin before taking a look over the dishes before her.
He smiled at her.
“My mother took very good care of us.” Loki said as he reached for a napkin and began rolling steak over his plate. “She made sure that the table was full of everything we ever wanted. Father on the other hand, always wanted to see grandeur over our breakfast buffet and barely even touches anything most of the time.”
“Hungry eyes but not a hungry tummy.” Hermione muttered as he handed over a platter of the steak and the large bowl of lobster over her direction.
If she’d count the dishes they’ve eaten since they met, she was sure that she could possibly already feed a whole classroom of charity.
She was reluctant at his serving skills but with good skills, he was able to skin the lobster and serve it hot and fresh before her without even having to touch it or mess his fingers.
He knew good and elegant cuisine and he was well mannered in a lot of things and was also very intellectual in her good guess – they does she feel that he was such an arse at times?
They settled and ate quietly and Hermione kept inhaling sharply out of her nervous feeling that Harry was waiting for her and the itinerary in her bag.
“I’m sensing something like agitation over your direction.” Loki calmly said as he slowly sliced a large piece of beef over his plate.
“Do you really have to sense and pry over everything?” she asked with such irate in her tone.
He smiled at her and stared at her, studying her expression.
“Now I am sensing some hostility over there.” Loki said as he put the piece of meat in his mouth and nodded at her.
She stared back at him, eyes burning in anger.
And she wasn’t even sure why she wasn’t standing up to leave the arse alone.
Loki swallowed and took a sip from his glass of red wine.
“If you would please, Hermione – you don’t have to be agitated every time we meet. We can be friends. You can find that I am a very reasonable person.”
“We’ve tried.” Hermione pointed out. “And I’ve seen nothing but an arsehole.”
He laughed at her, loud and clear enough for some people to stare at their direction.
“You haven’t known me well enough.” Loki told her. “Come now, give me a chance. Let me show you what I do for your government and how I can possibly change things.”
“Change things?” Hermione asked him. “I think we’re very well settled after starting over from the past months. We don’t need your help.”
“In contrary, you are in desperate need of my help.” Loki said as he gently pushed his plate away from him and settled the utensils aside.
“Excuse me?” Hermione asked in a loud and irritated tone.
There was a fiery look in his eyes that told Hermione that he was serious about something.
“Your Minister of Magic said so in our private meeting.” Loki said. “There are certain businesses, establishments, infrastructure that needed – what do you call it? Some funding or help…. trivial aids as he would call them. And I offered him my help. He gladly accepted it.”
“Our world nearly crumbled down but I think we did fine.” Hermione muttered through gritted teeth to avoid being heard by the other guests around them. “And I think we’re surviving just right- “
“Your world is surviving through crumbs and crumbs thrown by MaCuSa and the Russian government, Miss Granger.” Loki answered her through a vicious whisper but with a smile plastered over her face.
“You’re lying-“
“These are facts.” Loki said with a gleam in his face. “These are facts, Miss Granger. Private meeting agendas. I’m sure you’ve read in the itinerary.”
Her eyes widened as she recalled some of the ‘Gold Protocol’ items and pages all over the mid pages of the planner.
Loki smiled at the recognition of her facial expression.
“We – we weren’t told about this – I have to check the validity-“
“Do you think your government would tell the Golden Trio about how they are financially suffering this time around?” Loki asked her with a personal touch of his tone. “Do you think they will bother the saviors of their world with something as trivial as that your government is sinking very deeply with financial burdens?”
Hermione felt her voice stuck in her throat.
“No, I don’t think so.” Loki provided the answer for her as he sat back over his chair. “So what I am offering you is a good friendship or working relationship, Miss Granger. I can also do both. Because whether or not you like it - Hermione – you and I would be seeing one another and would be working very, very closely.”
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