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Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. One event however, is based off real facts and no profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting
- 2-Unexpected
- 3-Descent
- 4-Almost
- 5-Confessions
- 6-Change
- 7-Breathe
- 8-Remember
- 9-Home
- 10-Release
- 11-Wrong
- 12-Strong
- 13-Quidditch
- 14-Beginning
- 15-Endgame
- 16-Truth
- 17-Epilogue
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Chapter 11- Wrong
Wednesday August 10^th, 2005 12:22pm
Draco apparated into his flat, located on the north side of Birmingham, with anger completely overwhelming him. He was pissed at himself for leaving Hermione alone but he was more pissed that she started a fight with him for no reason; especially since he knew he did nothing wrong.
He paced back and forth in front of his massive brick fireplace, cursing himself for how he handled the situation. Picking a vase up off the coffee table, he hurled it at the wall and watched as is shattered into a million pieces. Although, the action made him feel slightly better, it wasn’t enough to calm him.
He turned around and at the same time, lifted both of his hands and ran them aggressively over the mantle of the fireplace. Breaking everything that sat upon it and sweeping it to the floor. His anger was getting the better of him, so he sat down on his large sectional couch and put his face into his hands.
Letting out a breath, he ran his hands down his face and thought strongly about going back to collect Hermione and bring her to his flat; but he wouldn’t. He was still pissed and he needed to calm down before talking to her again. Only problem was, calming down was going to be hard; he had no one to talk to about it. No one except the two Gryffindor’s who had semi befriended him. But he knew they would be at the Burrow where he was not accepted, so he had no choice but to wallow in his misery, alone.
Draco stood up and walking into his kitchen. Opening a cabinet that contain all of his liquor, he pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey and set it on the counter of the large white marble island. He then turned around and opened a second cabinet; pulling out a whiskey glass, he set it down and started opening the bottle. He filled the glass to rim and lifted it to his lips; downing the whole thing in just a few gulps.
He poured himself another glass before picking up the fire whiskey and walking back over to the couch. He sat down and started drinking his second glass but instantly felt bored. He had spent the last week and a half at the hospital, talking to people and playing games. Now that he was home, he felt even more alone. And it wasn’t like he could go into work and drown himself in paperwork; his building was no longer standing.
Coming up with an idea to take his mind off of things, Draco set his glass down on the glass coffee table and stood up. He walked down the long hall to his home office and rummaged through a few drawers for some paper and a quill. Once he found what he was looking for, he walked back into the living room and set the items down.
Taking another sip of his fire whiskey he began drawing sketches of what he wanted his new building to look like; leaving small notes on how to improve it and what to add incase another storm, swept across the country.
The next thing Draco knew, he was well over half a bottle deep and his sketches started to look like a kid was drawing them. Three hours had passed by quicker than he thought and he was most definitely drunk. Although, he had to admit, he was feeling a lot better than before.
Draco swayed a little as he tried to stand up and to his surprise, he fell over; crashing in between the couch and coffee table, making a very loud noise he was sure would annoy his neighbors below him. He laughed out loud at himself as he tried to stand back up and between his hiccups and chuckles, he heard a knock at his door.
He tried to stand up again but fell over once more, so he turned himself over and started crawling on his stomach. He heard another knock and he knew he it had to be a neighbor he pissed off.
“I’m cominning-cominnning-coming!” he yelled out as he crawled across the floor.
The knocking grew incisive and it was now starting to irritate him; ruining his good mood. He had crawled about half way to the door and finally managed to stand up with the help of a decorative table against one of the walls. He swayed slightly but he was able to hold himself up. He drunkenly walked to the door and placed his right hand on the frame to steady himself. Letting out a breath, he opened the door and looked straight at the person, who was about to knock again.
“Potter.” Draco stated with little to no emotion.
“Malfoy?...Are you drunk?” Harry asked, looking him up and down.
“No…Just slightly, ine-inerbrited- inebriated.”
“I’ll say…A little early in the day, don’t you think?
“Do you want,” Draco began, a little annoyed as he tried to hold back a burp “something?”
“Can I come in?” Harry asked raising his eyes to meet his face.
“Why?...How do you even-even know, where I live?” Draco asked wondering.
“You wrote your address on Hermione’s hospital forms…So can I come in? I wanted to talk to you about something.”
Draco stared at Harry for a few moments; contemplating on letting him in or not and most likely, making the poor Gryffindor uncomfortable. He decided he knew Harry wouldn’t leave until he let him in, so he took a breath, before fully opening the door and allowing him entrance.
“Thanks.” Harry stated as he walked past Draco and into the flat.
Harry let out a whistle as he looked around the place before his eyes landed on the mess in the living room that Draco created, only a few hours earlier.
“What happened here?” he turned and faced Draco, who still had not moved away from the door.
“I got pissed.” Draco replied, closing the door while trying to find his balance so he could turn around.
“Right. So do you have a hangover potion or something I can give you? I don’t want to talk to you while you are like this.”
Draco closed his eyes slowly but quickly opened them again because the action started to make him feel sick and dizzy. He was kind of over the drunkenness of himself now and it wasn’t like he was going to be able to sleep it off any time soon.
“In the bath-bathroom.” He began pointing down the hall “Cabinet on the-on the left.”
“Okay, your bathroom or your guest bathroom?”
“Mi…mine.” Draco answered, once again trying to hold back a burp.
“And…which door it that? You have like, eight doors down there.”
“Ten…actually…You know, there are two of you.” Draco stumbled backwards, holding two fingers up.
“Good Godric, Malfoy. How much did you drink?” Harry asked stepping forward to try and help him stand.
Draco shrugged and took another wobbly step back while smacking Harry’s hands off of him.
“Alright, you go sit down and I’ll get the potion…Which door is your Master?”
“Fou-fourth one…on the right.”
Harry nodded his head and began walking down the long hallway. Draco started swaying and walking in a zig-zag pattern to the couch. He plopped himself down and laid back, placing a pillow over his face. He was ready for bed now and just wanted to sleep off the bottle of whiskey he finished by himself.
After a few minutes, Harry came back and ripped the pillow off of Draco’s face.
“Hey! I was using that!” Draco yelled in frustration.
“You will get it back later. Drink this first.” Harry retorted with and outstretched hand.
Draco looked at the bottle in his hand and let out a sigh before taking it from him and sitting up. He popped the cork off the top and down the whole bottle. The effects immediately took over his body and he could feel the wooziness of his drunken state, wash away. He no longer saw double and the room was no longer spinning around him.
He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair and down his neck as he looked up at Harry.
“Okay, so why are you here?” he asked groggily.
“I want to know what happened with you and Hermione. She was upset when she got to the Burrow.” He began, taking a seat on the couch.
“And that’s my fault? She started a fight with me for no reason, so I left. I needed to cool down.”
“I am not saying it is your fault. I am just trying to figure out what happened.”
Draco let out a sigh and leaned back.
“Yeah well, ask her then.” He raised a hand and plopped it back to the couch.
“She won’t talk to me. She started berating me out of nowhere for helping pay her hospital bill. She knows I would have done that for her regardless. I just figured she was mad at you and taking it out on me.”
“She is pissed at me for the same reason.”
“Is that’s all? I mean, she apparated to the Burrow with Ron, not long after we arrived, yelling about how much she hates you for abandoning her. What exactly happened between you two after we left?”
“She was with the Weasel?” Draco lifted his head with seriousness.
“Yeah…Ron said he wanted to make sure her whole bill was paid because a lot of hospitals sometimes have added fees that don’t appear until after the patient checks out. Fees from the extra tests they performed; so he went back in to the hospital to check. We just headed off without him. He said he heard Hermione crying in an alleyway when he went to leave and brought her to the Burrow.”
“Yeah well, she was not happy about us paying for her and she shouted at me that she wanted nothing from me…she forgot I donated blood to her.” Draco leaned forward and looked at Harry as if he just discovered something. “She forgot I donated blood. How could she forget that?”
“She shouldn’t. It’s Hermione; she doesn’t forget anything…Look, I don’t know why her mood all of a sudden flipped, but I want to sort it out. She wouldn’t even let me heal her wound like we planned. As a matter of fact, she wouldn’t let me touch her.”
“She started acting weird right after we left the hospital. But it doesn’t make any sense. She was fine the whole time until after we left the building.” Draco added.
“Do you think it could be a hospital error? Like they missed something in one of her scans? Should we take her St. Mungo’s?”
“She won’t let you touch her. I am sure she wouldn’t let you take her to the hospital. She hates us right now. Besides, I don’t think it’s a hospital error.”
“So, what do you think is wrong?” Harry asked with curiosity.
“I don’t know. Maybe she is on her period or something.” Draco shrugged and crossed his arms while leaning back into the couch.
“Doubtful. Her moods don’t change that drastically when it’s that time for her. I think whatever you said, made her angry enough to push both of us away. She is even mad at Ginny for no reason.” Harry leaned back and rested himself against the cushions of the couch, crossing his arms as well.
“Is she mad at Weasley?” Draco asked taking a glance at Harry.
Harry sat back up and looked at Draco like he was on to something.
“No…In fact if she should be mad at anyone, it should be Ron. He waited until she was almost released to come visit her and then made the whole visit awkward.”
“So why is she mad at us and not him?” Draco raised a brow.
“I don’t know...but now that I think about it, it is really strange.” Harry stated resting his fingers on his lips.
“Well, before you give yourself a nose bleed from thinking too hard, you should probably remember that Weasley is not good with spells or potions, so I highly doubt he did anything to her.”
“I didn’t say he did. Ron is my best friend and Hermione’s; I know he would never do something to her. I am just saying it’s weird and the timing is strange too.”
“Granger is just pissed off. I am sure she will be fine tomorrow.”
“I hope so…Well I should get going. Ginny is probably having another melt down over this whole thing. I told her I would come talk to you, to see what happened, and inform her ASAP. She is taking Hermione being mad at her a whole lot harder than normal. She has even thrown up a few times because of the stress.” Harry stated standing up.
“You sure she isn’t pregnant?” Draco asked, looking up at the raven haired man with his arms still crossed.
“Hermione couldn’t be pregnant. She-”
“Not Granger, Potter.” Draco cut in with all seriousness.
“Ginny?” he questioned perplexed before letting off a chuckle “No, no way…It’s not poss-”
“Are you sure? I mean throwing up and being overly emotional because of a small fight? Come on, you can’t be that daft?”
Harry looked confused for a moment; almost as if he was fighting with himself as he stood there thinking long and hard. Suddenly his mouth dropped open and Draco let out a chuckle.
“Congrats, Potter. You have a little Gryffin-dork on the way.”
“I have to get home!” Harry finally managed to say and he rushed to the door.
Draco stood up and walked to the door, ready to lock it once Harry left.
“Oh, and Potter?” Draco called out from the door frame.
Harry turned around with shock still radiating off his face.
“Don’t ever come here unannounced again. Next time, floo call me or something.”
Harry nodded his head and started down the hallway.
“You can disapparate in here!” Draco cupped his hand to his mouth and shouted down the hall.
Harry stopped suddenly and shook his head, before disapparating on the spot; leaving Draco, once again, alone.
Draco lowered his head and let out a sigh as he closed the door to his flat. He turned around and leaned up against the door. He eyed the mess he made earlier and let out a breath, before kicking himself away from the entryway and moved to grab his wand off the coffee table. He charmed the mess away and fixed the broken items before setting himself down on his couch.
He thought back to what happened in the alley way and tried to come up with every possible solution as to why Hermione got so angry. He couldn’t think of a single thing, so he got up and walked to his master bedroom to take a shower. He undressed himself and laid his clothes on the bed before wrapping a towel around his lower half and turned on the hot water.
His shower was almost the size of his king size bed, with two rainfall shower heads he made sure were installed before he moved in five years ago. He loved how they felt on his body and calmed and soothed every aching muscle. He had used it every day when he stopped by his place to freshen up before seeing Hermione in the hospital. He needed it after the ordeal they both went through.
Once the water was warm enough Draco removed his towel and stepped in. He let the water wash away all the bad that happened that day but he knew it was only temporary. Once he was done all the feelings of being alone would come rushing back. He half wished he could stay in the shower forever.
The steam from the hot water filled the overly large master bathroom as Draco finished up his shower. Stepping out he let out a sigh and wrapped the towel back around him. He walked to the double vanity and rested his hands on the edge of the counter before looking up at the fogged over mirror. Lifting a hand, he wiped the steam away and gazed at himself.
Draco looked himself over and realized he needs to shave, but he was too lazy at the moment to do it fully, so instead, he neatened his face up. Washing away the loose stray hairs that remained on his face, he lifted his head and eyed the mirror. He thought about how much of a disappointment he had been his whole life and how much of a screw up he was now.
That’s when it hit him. As he stared into his own eyes, a flash of the alleyway entered his mind. He wondered why he didn’t see it before. He had asked Hermione if she was joking and when she didn’t answer as she stared at him, he passed it off as her being serious and moved on. But what he catch then, was the blank expression that fell on her face and her eyes go white. It was only for a second though. Not enough time for anyone to really notice unless they looked extra hard, but Draco always paid attention to her and he cursed himself for not seeing it before.
Quickly running to his bedroom he got dressed as fast as he could; dawning jeans and black t-shirt. Skipping the socks or even drying his hair, he rushed to his fireplace in the living room and floo called Harry Potter.
Draco waited for Harry to answer and it felt like forever until he saw someone’s face appear in the logs.
“Malfoy?” Ginny questioned confused “What are- are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I need Potter, now!” Draco claimed in a panic.
“Don’t we all?” she giggled.
“Ginny, please, I need to speak with Potter, right now.” he begged.
Ginny’s eyes widened as she realized he was serious.
“Okay, okay. Hold on, I’ll get him.”
She disappeared from the pit and moments later Harry appeared.
“Malfoy! You were right! Ginny is pregnant!” he announced happily.
“That’s great, Potter. But I think I figured out what is wrong with Hermione.”
Harry’s face fell and he looked around to make sure no one was near him.
“Can I come over and you can tell me? I don’t want Ginny to hear and break down again.” He asked with worry.
“Yeah…yeah I’ll lower my wards.” Draco answered, while letting out a breath of relief.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll be there soon. I just have to tell Gin I am stepping out for a minute.”
“Hurry, Potter.”
Harry nodded his head and ended the call. Draco stood up quickly and paced back and forth again. After about five minutes, he stopped for a second; realizing he forgot to lower his wards and removed the apparition one temporarily to let Harry through. As soon as he lowered it, Harry snapped into his living room.
“Took you long enough.” Harry stated with annoyance. “I almost splinched myself coming here the first three times I tired.”
“Sorry. I forgot.” Draco shrugged.
“So what did you find out?” Harry asked, moving to sit on the couch.
Draco shook his head and sat down opposite of Harry. Letting out a breath, he looked up at the boy who lived.
“I think Hermione has been Imperiused.” He stated calmly.
“What? By who? How do you know?” he questioned with a perplexed look.
“Well, I mean I’ve seen the curse be used, countless times, when Voldemort made the Manor his base. I know what it looks like and I didn’t catch it until I looked back at our conversation in the alleyway. Her eyes went white and her face went blank but I passed it off due to what was being said at the time and the fact that it happened in a split second. I think who ever tried to use it wasn’t skilled enough and or didn’t have enough will power to use it.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees.
“I mean, I have seen my fair share of Death Eaters trying to use that curse when they don’t actually want to…myself included.”
“Go on.” Harry replied.
“Okay, so everyone knows that the Imperius curse controls another person completely.”
“Yeah but the curse also calms people. It doesn’t make them angry like Hermione was.”
“It does if it was not casted right.” Draco added as he stood up and touched his fingers to his chin. “I think whoever tried to cast it on Hermione, didn’t actually want to do it. They messed something up and I think…I think they were angry beforehand. Angry enough to want to use the spell, meaning that the anger we saw come out of Hermione…was not her own.”
“That sounds ridiculous.” Harry exclaimed as he watch Draco begin to pace. “That curse doesn’t transfer emotions.”
Draco stopped in his tracks and thought for a moment before turning to Harry.
“It can if it was not casted properly and the caster was emotional. Whoever did it, didn’t want to actually do it. They could have been fighting the curse themselves or…” Draco trailed off to continue thinking.
“Or what?” Harry asked, standing up.
“Or they did it out of love instead of hate.” Draco continued.
“Like righteous love?” Harry asked crossing his arms “Dumbledore told me once, that the reason I couldn’t successfully cast the Cruciatus curse on Bellatrix, was because I was doing it out of righteous hate and I couldn’t muster the will to actually cause her harm…Is that what you are trying to say, Malfoy? That someone who loves Hermione…cursed her?”
“That is exactly what I am trying to say. And I truly think the caster was not skilled enough either.”
“So like a student at Hogwarts?”
“No. Unless she has admirers at that school, it would have to be someone who already graduated. Someone still in her life.”
“But I can’t see anyone that we know who loves her, use one of the Unforgivables on Hermione. I also can’t understand why they would either. Are we sure that she is even really under the spell?”
“Come on, Potter!” Draco let out a groan as he threw his head back, before looking at the man standing before him. “Why else would anyone of your friends or so called family, want to curse Hermione?”
“I don’t know! She hasn’t done anything wrong to anyone!” Harry exclaimed throwing out an arm in frustration.
“Me, Potter! Because of me! Hermione has had feeling for me for a while. You said it yourself that everyone except for me, knew. She was also trapped in my building when two tornadoes struck and almost died because I was suing her! If I wasn’t then she wouldn’t have been at Malfoy Tech. to have a meeting to talk the lawsuit over! I am an ex Death Eater who basically destroyed your childhood and got the headmaster killed. I did a lot of evil to your side in the war, Potter. Everyone hates me! And then all of a sudden your Golden girl has the hots for me, after I toss you my wand? No one is probably happy about that, let alone happy that I love her back!”
“You are right, Malfoy, but I still can’t see anyone being angry enough to curse her.”
“Not even Weasley?” Draco crossed his arms and looked Harry dead in the eyes.
“You have got to be kidding me?” Harry turned around and placed a hand on his forehead. “You honestly think, that Ron would curse his own best friend?”
“You heard the threat in the hospital room! He clearly doesn’t want me in her life and he was adamant that is going to rid me from her!”
“That is just Ron being Ron!” Harry yelled out as he turned around in anger “He would never hurt Hermione!”
“That is exactly why I think it is him! I gave you the information on how that curse works, Potter! It makes sense that he would be the one to do it!”
“We don’t even know that she is under the Imperius curse, Malfoy! You are just jumping to conclusions with no proof because you hate Ron!”
Draco threw his hands in the air in frustration before clasping his fingers on his head.
“Get out!” he yelled.
“What?...Malfoy, you can’t be serious?” Harry asked confused.
“Oh, I am perfectly serious.” Draco lowered his hands and moved himself to get a glass of water from the kitchen. “You won’t listen to me and you obviously are not going to help me help Hermione, because you think, I still hold old childhood grudges; so I don’t need you. I’ll figure this out myself.” He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and walked over to his very large and very deep sink.
“We can monitor her, Malfoy. We don’t really have any other option. If what you are saying is true, then we need to have proof. We can’t just go accusing people, like my best friend and brother-in-law, because you think you saw Hermione under the curse. We need concrete evidence before I can file a report on it.” Harry tried to explain.
Draco looked at Harry over his glass as he held it up to his lips, before lowering it slightly; deciding whether or not the ‘chosen one’ was actually right about him jumping to conclusions.
“I am right about this…I may not be right about who it is, but I know she was under that curse in the alley way.” He claimed with a calm demeanor.
“I am not saying you are wrong, mate. I am saying we need proof. And until we have it, we can’t go around pointing fingers, alright?”
“Fine…but if I am right about who it is…” Draco paused for a moment and set his glass down with as much seriousness as he could muster. “I will kill him.”
“Trust me, Malfoy…I know.”
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