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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 List
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Author's Notes:

Hello dear readers.
How's everyone?
Here are a few beta edited chapters. Do let me know how you all are going.
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A03 - BETA EDITED CHAPTER ARE POSTED AT THE UPDATE FRONT PAGE OF THE STORY

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Chapter Eleven
Three Working Days

“Just ask her and then Obliviate her.”
“Do you want me to hex your balls off?”

Crabbe stared back at Draco with a pale face then
.
“I mean, just to get it out of your system, you know.” Crabbe quietly said.
“Get it out of my system.” Draco repeated staring angrily back at the fire. “How about I get the wits out of your system?”
Crabbe backed away when Draco held up his wand towards him.
“All I’m saying Draco is that-“
“What do you think, I’m having some booty call?” he angrily, estranged with himself as he first heard the term being coined by Ron and Hermione at one time he overheard them.
“Well what is it then?” Crabbe asked him with a stupid question over his face. “It’s not like Pansy can’t cater-“

But that was it.

Draco moved forward and ready to lash a spell at him with the door opened and Snape came in.

His black eyes roamed the room and quickly seeing Draco with his cronies he walked towards the largest couch near the fireplace.
He stared down at him and he quickly kept his wand out.

“What is this?” he clearly demanded from them.

Draco slowly lowered his wand.

“Your mother sent me a note Draco.” Snape spat at him. “You haven’t replied to her message.”

“I’ll do it tomorrow.” Draco coldly said. “The ball is in three days, Draco.” Snape reminded him. “Your dress robes should be here by now.”
“What do you care?” he asked his godfather. “It’s not like you have any taste.”
“What did you say?”

His black eyes glinted but Draco didn’t look anywhere intimidated.

“Nothing.” Draco said folding his arms and looking away from him. “Do you know if that French girl already has a date for the Yule Ball?”
“Davies.” Snape quietly replied watching him closely. “Ravenclaw.”
“I know the git.” Draco muttered. “Quidditch.”

He stared at his godson.

“Is something wrong?” he asked even if he already knew the answer.

Draco didn’t answer.

“Not everyone will go with a date to the Yule Ball, Draco.”
“Granger is going with that Krum.” Draco pointed out with glint in his eyes.

His godfather stared at him and he was silenced.
It looked like he didn’t mean to say those words.

“So?” Snape asked with a raised brow.

Draco looked up at him with a confused look.

His eyes wandered around, as if searching for a decent answer.

“Well, Potter is going.” Draco said.
“Obviously.” Snape said. “He is a school champion whether we all like it or no..” Snape pointed out folding his arms.
“Exactly.” Draco said his eyes suddenly wide. “There’s not a single represent of the Slytherin House. Are you not bothered by that?”
“Should I be?” he asked him. “Should I be bothered that our House isn’t included in all these foolish, mediocre and childish celebrations and games?”

Draco was silent.

“Should I remind you that there are bigger things out there that actually matter?”
He looked unconvinced but Draco didn’t say anything else.

“I’ll go to bed.” Draco said, snapping the book he had been reading earlier. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But before he could leave, Snape grabbed him by the arm and forced him to face him.
“What?” Draco said grabbing his arm back and rubbing his elbows.
“Is this about you not getting one of the champions as date to represent our House to the Yule Ball or is this about Granger getting a date regardless of any House representation?”

Draco’s eyes flashed.

“How dare you.” Draco spat at him with glinting eyes. “How dare you – I would never – not in a million years would I ever associate myself with that filthy Mud-“

“HOLD YOUR TONGUE!” Snape angrily said.

He took a step backward.
They only glared at one another.

“I’m going to bed.” Draco said in a resigned tone. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He walked from him with his book and Snape watched quietly as he disappeared to stairwell that led to the deeper chambers to his dormitory.

All Harry could remember was freezing on the spot as he tightly held Hermione to him.

They both stood in stunned silence as the doors opened.

Harry immediately caught Draco’s eyes who only gave him a very short nod right after panic crossed his eyes upon seeing him and Hermione.

Harry looked up to Draco’s father, but had barely glimpsed him because two Ministry officials who were escorting them out of the building quickly went out after them and gently ushered and moved them out of their way.

Harry didn’t see whatever it was that was plastered over Lucius Mafloy’s face because his attention was over at Hermione.

She was silent, stunned as he was for a very brief moment.

Her eyes glinted and the only hint of life from her was her heavy breathing.

Aghast, Harry felt Hermione tug her arm from him the very moment that Lucius had been a step away from the two of them.

“Let me go.” Hermione muttered through gritted teeth, her face turning red.

But Harry didn’t let her go.

He could almost hear her heartbeat – fast and unsteady.

Her whole body was stunned but it began to shake in anger upon coming mere inches away from Lucius Malfoy and his son who passed them.

There was no greeting from them nor any contact but Harry was sure he had missed something.

Hermione had tugged again but he held her tighter.

He knew that it wasn’t a good idea to let her go for as long as they were in sight – or even within the perimeter.

He held her closer, tighter.

He’d rather receive all the lashing from her later than to let her go and have her do something they would both regret later on.

They both watched in batted breathes and unblinking eyes, the officials led the Malfoys down two corridors and then the sound of their footsteps ebbing away at the backdoor stairwell that would lead them out of the building from the back without having to meet all the press outside.

Draco never looked back their way again.

Neither did Lucius.

Silence.

“What the hell, Harry!” Hermione angrily said pushing herself away from him.

She mindlessly took her wand out of reflex and was staring at him as if planning to hex him.

Harry let her go, staring at her with avid eyes and waiting for her to attack.

He could just see it – the hurt and anger in her eyes.

Her tone was also very vocal on how she felt at that very moment.

She looked red in the face, ready to strike.

“Come.” Harry calmly said extending his palm up towards her. “Let’s have some fresh air and something to eat downstairs.”

There was a revulsion of hatred all over her face.

She shook her head at him, unwilling to take his hand.

“You could.. you could have let me.. just let me..”

“I couldn’t.” Harry gently said, taking one step towards her. “I couldn’t and I wouldn’t.”

His voice was gentle, warm and engaging her to him.

“Harry..” Hermione whispered, her wand hand shaking.

“Mione..” he softly whispered with a touching smile. “Come. Stay with me. I am here.”

And then she dropped her wand towards him as she dived into his arms as she burst into a mournful and painful howl of tears.

The Malfoy Manor was nothing to what Lucius Malfoy could possibly recall.

He had always been very detailed about his manor and everything that he had purchased for it.

Apparently, despite the time he had not been there, he could possibly count the amount of silver and the precise ones that were missing.

But he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t say anything to Draco yet.

Some of his most expensive collection of antiques and artifacts were all gone, silverware of sort seemed to be missing as well and a couple of other things he could only know to be gone by his visual memory that remembers where things used to be.

The Dark Objects and artifacts were of course no longer in question as they had all been surrendered and taken by the Ministry of Magic.

It seemed that Draco had swiped away everything that had been too extravagant to be needed nor used, nothing of blood or historical value to the Blacks or Malfoys and practically anything and everything else that only shimmered for the world to see.

“I’ve left your room untouched.” Draco said as he led his father to his old office. “Nothing in here has been taken except of course for the artifacts that were confiscated.”

“Glad to know you had not completely rob off the Malfoy Manor, Draco.” Lucius simply said, sitting back over his large armchair.

He was silent and composed but deep inside, he was reveling and relishing the feeling of being back in this state again.

“I’ve never robbed the manor.” Draco pointed out as he waved his wand to put fire in the large hearth of the office. “I’ve only removed anything that wasn’t needed around here. Or rather everything you’ve robbed off from people.”

Lucius eyes him, but he didn’t say anything towards the boy.

Lucius’ eyes swept the room and he was right.

Nothing of value or what he needed were taken away except for his illegal artifacts and things that only flounced out his riches but were irrelevant, unused.

“The master’s bedroom stays intact and the same. But I’ve used one of the rooms to keep all of mother’s belongings.”

Lucius didn’t say anything.

It was possibly the first room at the West Wing where Narcissa always stayed.

It had been a sort of guest room which she had been always fond of as it overlooked her dearest garden.

It had then be turned into a comfortable room and space and a room that were filled with shelves and books of sorts.

Draco spent a lot of his time there if not the library when he was home for the Summer breaks and when he was a child.

It was also the room Narcissa would use and sleep in when a big argument would come between her and the man of the house.

Draco stared as his father’s eyes ran around the manor.

Lucius quietly walked towards a wall with nice tapestry and a long table with a long array of candles and other small antic of sorts.

He moved around to pick one of the candelabra up as his eyes scanned the rest of the table.

“I remember this.” Lucius’ soft voice whispered as he returned it back over the table while his lips pursed and his hands gently moved away from the collection. “I also remember that I had a few more pieces of these in display.”

His eyes moved up and met Draco’s.

“As I’ve said.” Draco firmly said. “I’ve rid the manor of things that don’t belong here and of things that needed to be surrendered to the Ministry of Magic.”

A gleam passed Lucius’ eyes knowing his most-prized possessions have been taken away without his knowledge and permission.

Not that he still had a say over them.

Draco impatiently shook his head.

“My assistant will arrive within half an hour and will help you around here. I would be going right when he arrives.” Draco said as he paced around the room making sure it was comfortable for his father.

Lucius watched him in silence.

“Dinner?” Lucius asked him. “Won’t we have a sort of dinner for this?”

Draco looked up at him.

It looked like he already expect his father to ask him this and he also looked like he had been contemplating to give him an answer he had been rehearsing for days.

“I have a meeting.” Draco simply answered him looking away. “I believe I already told you that before we get here.”

If Lucius had been disappointed, he didn’t show it to him.

He remained motionless and expressionless.

“I see.” Lucius said after a while as he stood from the armchair and walked around the room.

Draco stood there by the fireplace, eyes boring into the heat of the hearth.

Lucius walked around the room basking and inhaling everything around him.

“When shall we celebrate then?” Lucius asked him unable to stop himself.

Draco looked up at him.

“Celebrate?” he asked casually. “Celebrate what?”

“Celebrate, Draco.” Lucius said opening his arms up. “Is my freedom not to be celebrated?”

A hint of disappointment passed Draco’s eyes but it quickly vanished before Lucius could see it.

“I’m not sure.” Draco earnestly answered him. “I have two trips booked within a month. You know how careers go. So I am rushing a lot of things.”

“I know.” Lucius shortly said. “I believe I was the one who taught it all to you.”

“Then you do understand the lack of time I have at the moment.”

“I believe I also taught you that as a Malfoy there is always a way out of something you would want.”

Their eyes met.

Father and son all alone in their manor after a long time.

There may be uncanny difference in their appearances but the indifference was vastly obvious.

“I will make time for you when I can.” Draco simply said after a moment.

He could no longer take it.

He took his scarf from the chair and moved towards the door.

“I have to go. I’m sure my assistant will arrive any moment.” Draco said swiftly walking towards the door. “I might be late to my next errand.”

“Draco.”

Draco stopped but he didn’t look back.

Gone were the days when he cringe at the sound of that voice, of the tone he used upon him.

“I have to go.”

“I am proud of you.” Lucius softly said staring at his back. “Whether you believe it or not son, I am proud of you and what you have become.”

Draco remained still in the unwavering silence that soon followed.

Lucius eyes remained upon him.

And then when it felt to Draco that he wouldn’t say anything anymore he opened the door before him and left without a word and without even looking back.

It took Harry a few hours to calm Hermione down.

Instead of their supposedly fresh air and muffins, he led her straight back to her apartment.

She said she was calm.

He told her that he was going to make some soup and early dinner for them.

Hermione didn’t say anything and locked herself up in her room.

Harry was reluctant to leave her alone but he went to the kitchens nevertheless to make dinner – at least, as an excuse to be there until he was completely sure that she was going to be alright.

He moved around the kitchen, ears all alert for any sound that could be quite alarming.

He even secretly put up some wards around the place to alarm him if Hermione would attempt to leave the premises without using the front door or letting him know at the least.

He could hear the water from the shower streaming down continuously.

Halfway through his cooking, he went up the stairs to check up on her.

The sounds in the shower room told him that she was still inside doing her business.

He quietly left and returned to the kitchen.

He was nearly done when he heard her finish up and return to the room.

“Hermione! It’s nearly done!” he called up at the end of the stairs.

She called back that she would be downstairs in a few minutes.

Harry set the table and let the time pass.

It was half an hour before Hermione even went down to the kitchen.

He looked up at her with a forced smile.

She obviously cried in the shower room again.

She had changed into a pair of pajamas and had her hair slightly dried up and tied up in a messy bun.

“I made some mashed potatoes and vegetable, a bit of seafood chowder cause I saw shrimp at our fridge and then I stewed up some of the beef-“

“Thanks, Harry.” Hermione said taking a bowl of chowder and rounding up over at the edge of the kitchen.

Harry watched in silence as she moved around and about.

“You’re not eating?” he asked with disappointment over his face.

“Later.” Hermione said taking the bowl of chowder. “I need to read a file. I’ll be in the living room.”

“Alright.” Harry said. “I’ll just clear the table and all.”

Hermione didn’t even seem to hear him.

Her eyes were red in tear and she went straight to the living room.

She obviously wanted to eat in silence and wanted to be left alone but was too decent and in despair to throw Harry out of her apartment.

He didn’t need to read her mind to know and understand her.

This particular moment has already happened more than once.

After about two hours, Harry had taken his own dinner and had cleared the kitchens and washed up anything that he had used.

The place was left spotless.

He left the kitchen to check on Hermione back in the living room.

Harry walked and halted by the doorway.

She sat over the carpeted floor, silently crying as she stared back at the fireplace with a book opened up in her hand.

His eyes moved around the room and saw her chowder cold and untouched the whole time.

“Hermione?” he gently said walking to the room.

She didn’t look up.

She didn’t even seem to notice he was there already.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed very heavily.

He moved the bowl of chowder away from them and slowly knelt on the carpeted floor next to her.

“Hermione.” Harry whispered as he slowly moved his hand towards her that were still clasped around the book she was no longer reading.

His eyes passed the book and he could see spots and drops of tears all over the page that was open.

“Come.” Harry gently whispered to her as he took the book from her. “Come, let’s go to bed.”

Hermione let the book go as Harry closed it and placed it behind them over the couch.

A tear fell from her eyes but before she could dry it away, Harry moved his thumb under her eyes and wiped it away.

Their eyes met.

She didn’t say anything but Harry could already read all the raw emotions building up inside of her.

“Harry..” Hermione whispered as tears began sliding off from both her eyes now.

“It’s alright, I’m here.” Harry whispered as he held her hand into his and gently pulled her to him. “I am here.”

Harry placed a gentle kiss over her forehead as her tears streamed faster.

In a moment in Harry’s arms, Hermione had buried her face over his chest and her silent tears slowly turned into despairingly dreadful cries.

“I’m here, I’m here.” Harry kept whispered keeping her in place and brushing her back with his hands.

He gently placed both his arms around her to console her.

“Harry..” Hermione cried painfully. “Harry.. he got away with it.. Harry.. they’ve let him get away from all of it.”

Harry could only try to console and comfort her.

He kept whispering words of comfort and kept brushing her back as he held her closer and tighter to him.

He let her cry.

He let her cry to him like one of those nights before.

But this one was different.

This one had a different and heavier reason to it.

As he held her for hours until she had fallen asleep in his arm and he had to carry her without magic back to her bedroom Harry couldn’t help the tears at the sides of his eyes.

He laid her back over her bed and covered her under the sheets.

She was damn exhausted physically and emotionally.

She was drained from all of it and all he could do was be there for her because that was all he could.

He bent forward and kissed her over the forehead for goodnight and then pointed his wand over the small fireplace her room to warm the place.

He sighed heavily and moved towards the small long couch at the other end of the room.

He transfigured the pillow into a bigger one and one into a small blanket.

He buried his face over his hands as he sat there and stared at her sleeping form.

He slowly laid himself down knowing he was too tired as well for the day that he’d soon retire even in his outdoor clothing.

He stared up blankly over the ceiling.

He couldn’t help but feel angry with himself.

He was Harry Potter and he couldn’t even use that as she had hinted earlier to stop Lucius from getting out of Azkaban.

But the law was the law – they couldn’t break or bend it any longer.

And even if they could, they wouldn’t.

Not for all the righteousness they had in them; not for all the differences they had to the ones who once manipulated the same law for their own gain.

The following morning, Hermione arrived half an hour late at the Ministry of Magic.

She could have hated Harry for leaving her the morning after if not for the good breakfast he has made for her and of course the note he left her.

There was an emergency meeting by seven that morning and all Heads of Departments had to be there for the big announcement.

She read twice and wondered what it could be; if Harry knew what it was about, he would have told her.

But there was nothing in the note that says so meaning that Harry also had no clue about it.

Hermione entered the building with a cup of café in her hand, the other hand filled with a couple of work files and a bag slung over her shoulders containing more work readings.

Hermione greeted everyone a good morning out of habit as she was too occupied reading an article from one of her files.

She missed all the pair of eyes that went after her direction and followed her thoroughly.

Hermione reached their floor and found it unusually quiet.

Did she miss any memo or announcement if there was no work at their department for the day?

She headed straight to her office as settled her cup and her files there and wandered out back to her assistant’s desk.

It was empty.

No note, no nothing.

“Where is everyone?” Hermione quietly asked walking around the aisles, empty rooms, office and spaces.

She looked up and suddenly realized they were all huddled in the conference room.

She was to ignore it all when she saw Harry’s unmistakable messy jet black hair standing out from the crowd of people huddled over the table.

“Harry..” Hermione said quickly walking forward the office.

She burst into the room, eyes wide and surprised at the people around the room.

They were all looking at her as if she had some sort of disease or something.

“What’s going on?” she loudly asked as she turned the door open and entered.

Everyone was staring avidly at her.

Harry, in particular, was behind the head chair and was holding something in his hand.

A sort of list.

“Miss Granger.”

Hermione looked up to her assistant who looked slightly pale.

“What’s this?” she asked walking forward and staring at them.

They were staring at her as if she had that cat head again.

“Harry?” she uncertaintly asked scanning his gaze and then the room around her.

Her eyes then fell over the long table and several copies of the Daily Prophet were propped open over the same page.

“Am I missing something?” Hermione asked as she picked up the paper and scanned all over it.

Harry moved forward to take the paper from her but before he could even do so, her eyes widened and she gasped at a certain article – or rather the headline.

The colour over Harry’s face slowly faded as he watched her change of emotion.

“’Mione..” Harry uncertainly whispered.

Hermione’s eyes moved all over the paper, flipping a bit more of the pages and going back to the headline.

“MARRIAGE LAW TO TAKE EFFECT IN TWO WEEKS. ALL PUREBLOODS, HALF-BLOODS AND MUGGLE-BORNS ARE REQUIRED TO SUBMIT ALL INFORMATION. DEADLINE IN A WEEK. MUGGLE-BORNS ARE REQUIRED TO SUBMIT WITHIN 3 WORKING DAYS.”

Hermione’s eyes widened and narrowed and back and back again as she read through the article.

She looked up at Harry and the people staring at her.

It was true that she wasn’t the only Muggle-Born working at the Ministry of Magic.

But she was the only famous Muggle-Born who was known to fight for rights and equality for all people.

And the requirement implemented would force her and her kind to be the ones to submit into this inequality to the wizarding community.

“Hermione?” Harry said making a step forward and gently taking the paper from her.

Their eyes met.

They were thinking of the same thing.

She wasn’t even over and avertedly emotionally alright with Lucius Malfoy’s release from prison and now another large ball of surprise had been dropped off over her head.

Did she have some sort of bad luck at the end of her tail?

“Mione, I’ll talk to… I’ll talk to Kingsley.” Harry quickly said gently taking the paper from her and staring closely and worriedly back at her.

Worry was etched all over her face.

“I don’t think that..I don’t think that will..”

“He will listen.” Harry said. “This is the Wizengmot deciding – not him.”

“The Wizengamot has all the rights.” Hermione reason back to him.

She began retreating from him and from the room.

She tried to avoid everyone’s gaze this time.

That’s why they were all huddled in a corner because they were curious and perhaps angry at the decision that was announced that morning.

But even more so, they were most probably talking about her.

”It’s not going to help, Harry.” Hermione said, quickly walking out of the room.

Harry threw the paper back over the table and quickly ran after her outside the conference room.

He called her down the hall, but she didn’t look back.

He ran after her, calling at her tirelessly.

“Hermione.” Harry breathlessly said, catching up with her and grabbing her to face him.

“Two weeks, Harry.” Hermione said. “You have two weeks and I’ve got three days.”

“I’ll buy you time.” Harry quickly said. “I’ll talk to Kingsley.”

“Do you know what will happen once we all pass the required information?” Hermione asked him. “Have you read about it?”

Truth, Harry has read about it.

He knew and understood it by paper.

But he didn’t have a clue on how Hermione was feeling.

“’Mione-“

“No, Harry.” Hermione said gently shoving his hand from her. “In two weeks, once all information are submitted they’re going to come up with some sort of dramatic flare into picking people by name or whatever category is suitable for them and would be forcing all of us to some psycho-“

“Hermione, please.” Harry said facing her again and rubbing her arm gently to relax her.

“This isn’t helping.” Hermione said and she was tearful again like the previous night.

“I’ll talk to the minister.” Harry assured her grabbing her in an embrace. “I’ll buy you enough time for the two weeks.”

“Two weeks isn’t enough time, Harry.” Hermione said wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

Harry pulled her to him in a comforting embrace and kissed her forehead.

“Two weeks will be enough.” Harry assured her.

Hermione already looked very tearful and angry at the same time.

He knew how serious this was especially for her but he wanted to make her smile.

He doesn’t like her worrying so much anymore in her life at that point.

“Hermione.”

“Harry.”

“Would it help you if I tell you that the requirement to be read by the Wizengamot in regard to status are in alphabetical order?”

Hermione looked up at Harry.

She wanted to smack him right over the head.

She wanted to hurt him at that very moment.

She wanted to run away and cry her heart out.

And she also wanted to laugh at the pun he had intended.

“Is that supposed to be a joke?” she asked him as he went over to her and embraced her from the back.

Harry hugged her tightly, reassuring her comfort.

“Trust me.” Harry said.

“I’m going to kill you if I end up with Severus Snape, Harry.” Hermione said as Harry placed his arm around her waist and Hermione reveled in the feeling of being in Harry’s arm.

“I told you a quick-fix solution for this, ‘Mione.” Harry muttered with a smirk in his lips.

Hermione elbowed him.

“I’m serious.” Hermione said.

“I also am.” Harry whispered against the part of her ear which she felt ticklish the most. “Marry me, we solve all our problems.”

Hermione only smiled back at him.

She rested her forehead against his soft lips and sighed heavily.

"Come on." Harry said. "Let's get something to eat. I'm so hungry."

"Suddenly, you're hungry."

"I need something to fill in my stomach if my heart ain't filled in." Harry said rubbing her forehead against hers too and taking her hand into him. "You break my heart everyday,, Do you know that?"

And then he gently bumped his head into hers, nudging and forcing her to smile back at him as he held her hand to assure her that she wasn't alone through all of it.
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