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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26888 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded: Chapter 13
The loud thumping noise was interrupting his sleep. He angrily pushed his head underneath his pillow. Maybe the noise would go away if he couldn’t hear it. No, now the loud banging was only muffled, but it was still there. Draco groaned when he realized the only way to stop the infernal noise was to get up and go answer the door. He grumbled as he uncurled his legs and threw back the covers. As he slept only in his black, silk boxers, the cold air pimpled his skin making him wish he had more clothes on at the moment. Draco ran a hand through his hair, which he could feel lay flat against the side of his head. He’d been so tired last night he figured he hadn’t moved much once his head hit the pillow.
He swung the door open to face a mussed-up Hermione Granger. This Granger resembled the one from his Hogwarts days, with the disheveled hair and clothes that always screamed she’d been studying late into the wee hours of the morning. Through his deep infused still sleepy haze, he noticed Hermione looking him up and down with big eyes. Was she really just standing there checking him out? He couldn’t help letting his lazy grin wash over his face.
“Never seen such a ruggedly handsome, almost naked man before Granger?”
The look of shock on her face was quickly replaced by one of anger. “Get dressed Malfoy. We’ve made a breakthrough in the case.” She swung around not waiting for any reaction from him and left their suite, slamming the door on her way out.
Draco forgot all about his teasing of Hermione and fell back against the wall. His arms came out wrapping around his middle as he slid down to the floor. His head dropped to his chin as he tried to digest the news. Could it really be true? Did they find the children? Were they still alive? He'd expected this group of people to accomplish good things, but to have it happen so quickly astounded him. Scorpius’s little face came to his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen his son’s smile or felt his little arms wrap around his neck. Oh, he hoped that he was still alive.
Draco jumped up and ran back into his bedroom. Grabbing his wand he cast a cleansing charm, forgoing taking a shower. His mind kept racing with questions about what Hermione’s words meant. If the children were dead wouldn’t she had said something to him a minute ago? Or would she wait and tell him the bad news once he was dressed and surrounded by others? He dressed faster wanting to get to Hermione and find out the news whether good or bad that awaited him. Not caring if he was impeccable as a Malfoy should be in public, he dashed past the mirror without glancing at his figure. This was one day where he was only going to be a dad and to hell with what society thought of him and how he looked.
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Walking towards the War Room he felt part dread and part exhilaration. It was easy to tell that all of Hermione’s team had been up all night working on the case. Seeing the messed up hair, blood-shot eyes, and overwhelming smell of sweaty, uncleansed bodies, confirmed the fact of an all-night work session. It was hard to stifle his gag reflex when smelling the body odor in the room, mixed in with the smell of cigarettes and coffee on his empty stomach.
“Draco, over here,” Hermione called out to him as he staggered over to her designated desk and flopped down in an empty chair. “Do you need some coffee? You look like you’re still half-asleep. Hermione smirked down at him. He wondered how she was still awake, let alone alert and making jokes.
“Ah, sure. Is there anything to eat?” His stomach growled in annoyance, as it had been a long time since he’d eaten anything. With all of the excitement in the room yesterday, he hadn’t felt like eating much, and now his hunger had come back with a vengeance. Someone walked up to him shoving a coffee in one hand and a croissant slathered with crème cheese in the other. Before he could thank them they'd walked away leaving him and Hermione alone at her desk. He looked up at her expectantly waiting for her to start talking. She on the other hand was staring at him waiting for him to start eating. Draco tried to figure out how she was feeling by reading her expression, which did not look good at all since she was good at hiding her emotions while working on a case.
“Draco,” she began softly as if she was making sure he was listening to her. “I don’t want to get you too excited, because we have not yet located the children.”
He tried not to glare at her, feeling his hopes dashing right before him at her words. “Then why tell me you’ve had a breakthrough?” he tried not to be snide, but it was hard.
She looked at him taking a deep breath and then pushed her hair back from her face, which now was an incredible cloud around her head.
“We’ve actually made great progress,” she replied to him sounding a little hurt. “We've narrowed down the past kidnappers to two groups. One is in Spain and the other in Ireland. One group has escaped prison, and the other shows that they never made it to prison while being transported to their homeland.”
“How did that happen? Who allowed them to slip away?” Draco asked.
Hermione’s face scrunched up and she looked upward, “Gods, I’ve been asking myself that same question ever since we found out about it last night. The Irish authorities have been keeping it on the lowdown knowing that the officials here in France would be furious.” Her words came out in a flurry of anger. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as she explained all of this to him. “It was my last case we worked on and I fully expected everything to transpire without a hitch. I left for England the day before the extradition of the two criminals back to Ireland.”
“So, where do we go from here?” Draco now had more hope than a few minutes ago.
“We now send our teams to Spain and Ireland. We go visit family and places they've been seen around before their initial incarceration.” She looked over at him reaching out to run her fingers through his hair that had fallen over his eyes. “Please don’t give up hope right now. I feel that we are closer now than we’ve ever been.”
Draco, surprised at her very open gesture, gave her a sad smile, “I’ll try. I still want to be helping in any way. Please don’t shut me out.”
“We won’t. I won’t. You know I wouldn’t do that. You're helping us so much by giving of your financial resources. Anyhow,” she leaned closer to his side where her lips were brushing against his ear, “I want to get to Ireland and thrash who’s at fault for letting them go, and kick some Irish arse.”
She stood up, winked at him, squeezing his shoulder as she walked away to chat with another member of her team. Draco couldn’t help but laugh at her. Every day she kept surprising him, and every day he could feel his walls dropping and allowing himself to grow closer to her.
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Harry Potter sat at his desk his head resting in his hand, wishing he could be out working cases instead of pushing papers. It was nice to be in charge, some times, but he missed the excitement of fighting the bad guys. He knew that Ginny had been relieved when he'd been put in charge of the Aurors. She'd wanted him “off the streets” ever since they'd started having kids. Honestly though, he hadn’t confessed to anyone, Ginny or Ron, that he was bored stiff with his current job.
He sat twirling his quill wandless, around in circles, hovering up and down to the ceiling and back to his desk. Harry was a little put out that Hermione had taken Malfoy with her to France instead of him. It wasn’t even Malfoy’s department and she had chosen the pompous git over him. The more he thought about it, the more disgruntled he became.
His private temper tantrum was interrupted as his office door burst open, causing his hovering quill to fall to his desk, as owl after owl came swooping in with letters held in their beaks. They flew towards him dropping off their letters, and then shooting over his head, circling around, and flying out the door.
Ron came running in quite flustered, “What the Bloody Hell was that about?” The owls proving to be the most action their office had seen in a matter of many weeks. “They almost took my head off as they came zooming in as I was drinking my morning tea. One of those buggers even pooped on my desk while he flew by.”
Harry tried hard not to laugh at the pooping owl, especially since he knew Ron seemed to be so worked up about it. It didn’t help as his laughter came barreling out, “How sad is it that the only excitement we’ve had around here is pooping owls.” He bent over from laughing so hard. Ron tried to look annoyed but then started laughing along with Harry.
“What did they drop off to you?” Ron asked motioning to the letters now sitting on his desk.
“How should I know, you burst in here before I had a chance to open any of them.” Taking out his wand, he cast a few charms searching for any dark magic associated with them. “They seem to be clean.” Harry still hesitated for some reason, having a bad feeling come over him. Using his wand he slit open the first envelope and fingernail clippings fell out.
“What the fuck?” Ron burst out looking at the fingernails that were falling onto the desk as each envelope was opened.
Harry slit open the last envelope, watching more nail clippings fall out. Tipping the envelope higher, out came a full nail attached to a bloody fingertip along with a note. Ron’s face blanched a pale shade, as Harry felt ill. Both men stood staring at the fingertip now lying on Harry’s desk. He reached down and opened up the note and read…
{Unless you want bigger body parts coming back to you, send Hermione Granger to this location…alone. Every day that goes by without her coming, will be another body part being returned to England. The clock is ticking. Tick-Tock.}

Ron read the note over Harry’s shoulder. “Bloody, bloody, hell! There is no way that we’re sending her there alone.”
Harry felt his brain buzzing knowing that the kidnappers had just upped their game. He studied the map at the bottom of the note trying to think of what would be the best plan of action.
“We need to get a hold of Hermione ASAP. We can’t risk any of the children being hurt more.”
“What about that?” Ron pointed to the bloody fingertip.
“Send it down to the lab. We still have the DNA on file of all of the parents. We need to ID whose child that belongs too.” Harry said.
Ron put a charm around the evidence and levitated it in front of him, following the new guidelines of handling evidence. “I’ll take it down. You floo call Hermione.” He left, almost running out of the office.
Harry massaged his aching head. “Yeah, thanks Ron I’ll do that.” Now he wished that he hadn’t wanted some action in the office. This case had taken a potentially deadly turn, and one of his oldest friends was now the apparent target.
Walking to his fireplace, he bent down to make a floo call he’d rather never have to make. “Paris Aurors Office”
“Yes, how may I help you?” a rather shrill voice answered on the other end, attached to a face with a rather large hairdo.
“This is Auror Harry Potter from England…”
“Oh my! The Harry Potter! It’s an honor to have you call our office.”
Harry shook his head, still fed up with his celebrity status this long after the end of the war.
“I must speak to Hermione Granger. It’s an emergency and has to do with the case she’s currently working on.” He tried to ignore the way the woman was gawking at him. “Please, run and get her now.”
“Yes, sir, Harry Potter sir.”
Harry paced impatiently for a few moments as he waited for Hermione.
“Harry, what’s going on?” he heard Hermione ask.
“You need to get back here immediately. The kidnappers sent you a note and a few presents.”
“Shite.” He heard her shout out.
“My sentiments exactly.”
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So that’s where this is ending at the moment. I’d love to hear from you about anything that happened in this chapter. Some of it was a lot of fun to write. Please review if you feel that owls’ pooping on Ron’s desk was deserved, or just review if you liked this chapter. Thanks for reading!
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