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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Twelve
The Line

“I’m going to bed.” Draco coldly said as he stood up from their table.
“But ansy just went off for some drinks.” Crabbe said, looking confused up at Draco. “She’s gonna look for you.”

“Tell her I’m tired.” Draco said draining his glass and settling it back on the table.
“You’ve barely even danced Draco-“
“I said, I’m going to bed.” Draco sharply said, (comma) staring down at his two friends.

They looked up at him and nodded coherently.

“What do we tell her?” they asked him.
“Tell her to fuck off.” Draco said and without another word, he left their table and walked out of the hall with nothing but the coat of his dress robes and his disappointment for the night.
“Stupid ball.” Draco muttered leaving the double doors. “Stupid tournament.”

Draco walked out into the darkness of the corridors.
Almost everyone were still at the Great Hall thoroughly enjoying themselves at the Yule Ball.
But he wasn’t happy nor did he enjoyed the event at all.
The whole TriWizard Tournament was nothing but a show for him.
He turned corridors down still pissed when he had to stop at a sound he heard down a small stairwell.

He listened.

Someone was sobbing and muttering.
Who would be out and alone at this time when there was a full blast party back at the hall?
Curious, he slowly took his wand out and hid behind the shadows and walked closer to the sound of someone sobbing.
He peaked through and saw that at the top of the staircase was a shadow of someone.

A girl was sobbing.

He moved a few steps forward to see who was crying at this hour and at an event like this.
His eyes narrowed as all he could see in the darkened view was the back of the girl and her shadows casted upon from the torches against the walls.

The sobs were already fading.
“Stupid, stupid..” the girl muttered. “Fraternizing with the enemy. What an idiotic idea.”
Draco drew closer as he recognized the voice.
“Granger?”
The sobbing abruptly stopped.

Hermione was quick and alert.
He wanted to hit himself for being unable to keep his mouth shut.

“Who’s there?” she boldly asked turning back to the shadows.

Draco was able to retreat back in the shadows.
He tried his best not to make any sound or any sort of movement.
Hermione heard him and any moment she decides to go to where she heard him, she’d definitely see him.
Draco held his breath as his heart thumbed fast repeatedly.
He wasn’t even sure why he didn’t want to show himself given he’d caught her in a sort of humiliating situation.
But for some reason, seeing and hearing her cry wasn’t something she wanted her to know that he’d seen.

“Hermione.”

Draco held his breath as Hermione turned her step around.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked stepping out of the shadows from the other corridor. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Hermione turned to him and completely backed away from Draco’s direction.
He stayed where he was, frozen on the spot and carefully listening to their conversation.

“I’m on my way back to the dormitory.” Hermione lied to him drying her tears out.
“Are you crying?” he asked her walking to her.

A bit of silence but Draco could tell that Harry was wiping her tears away by the shadows he could see.

“Ron?” he asked her. “Krum?” Harry asked her.
“I’m fine.” Hermione said sniffing away the last of her tears. “Why are you here?”
“I was looking for you.” Harry said. “Got a bit worried I couldn’t find you and then I couldn’t find Malfoy.”
“Malfoy?” Hermione repeated. “What about him?”
“Never mind.” Harry quickly said but he obviously had something inside his head.
“He didn’t look like he enjoyed tonight, did he?” Hermione curiously asked him.

Draco held his breath.

She didn’t sound like she was mocking him; she even sounded like she was wondering for his sake.
“Don’t know.” Harry answered. “Don’t care either.”
“Oh, come on.” Hermione said as Draco saw Harry help her lift the ends of her long gown as they prepared to go back to the dormitory.
“What?”
“I just thought he didn’t enjoy the party.” Hermione said. “Given that I always thought he likes this type of thing.”
“So?”
“I mean.. he doesn’t look.. happy..”
“He’s only not happy because he’s not in the tournament. If you’d ask me, I’d give him my spot the moment it’s allowed.”
“It’s not like that.” Hermione said.
“Then it’s like what?” Harry impatiently asked her.

Silence.

“I just thought that.. well everyone else is enjoying but he seemed out of it. I hope he feels better.”
“You hope he feels better?” Harry unbelievingly repeated.

Silence.

Something in Draco’s heart sort of ached.
“How many drinks did you have?” Harry asked her.
“it just seems that he’s not happy while the rest of the world is.”
“Since when was he ever happy when the world around him is happy?”
“Don’t be mean to him.” Hermione said, dragging him. “Come on. I want to go to sleep.”

Footsteps soon followed and it wasn’t after a long moment that it was gone did Draco moved out of the shadows with his mind still on what Hermione had said and his heart beating in a way he didn’t understand at all.

Hermione had grudgingly taken her documents with her in her bag that she tightly clutched under her arm.
She barely had any sleep at all but she was up and early and wanted to line up together with the rest of the Muggle-Born community who were required to submit their documents within the three days.
Despite that she was Hermione Jean Granger and part of the Golden Trio, she didn’t want to be labelled a VIP.
She, like the rest of the normal Muggle-Born community, lined up at the floor and office where they had to submit their requirements.
The office would especially open and entertain by seven that morning and getting there by 6.20am, she was already somewhere in the twenty-something headcount.

“Are you kidding me?” Hermione asked Harry as he took her to the floor.
He was still sleepy as hell but Hermione looked like she was going to make him sleep for eternity if he didn’t come with her to bring her to the office.

He had willingly taken her coffee and office things in his hands to bring down to her office once she was done with her requirement there.
“Come on, it’s going to move fast once the office opens.” Harry sleepily said. “Kingsley told me so that he’d make sure the process would be as painless as possible.”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Hermione said as she shuffled through her bag looking for something.

“He also told me that you could just submit yours directly to his office.”

“And I told him as well that I’m a normal person who can line up for myself, thanks.”
Harry laughed at her and kissed her over the forehead.
“I’m going to come back after an hour. I’ll have breakfast with me if you’re still not yet done.”
“Thanks.” Hermione said. “I’ll be fine. I’ll see you.”

Harry smiled at her and left her to her line.
Hermione’s eyes followed him until he reached a corridor and turned to the lift that would lead him to their office floor.
Once he disappeared from view, Hermione turned her back into the line where she was at the very end at the moment.
She tried counting off the heads that were ahead of her turn.
Her eyes narrowed then when she noticed one head that stood out.
Someone quite tall and had distinct blonde hairstyle.

“What the mother..” Hermione muttered trying to get a closer look as she painfully craned her neck up.

Her eyes widened.
Draco was surely the one halfway down the line ahead of her.
“Are you kidding me?” Hermione angrily said leaving her spot and walking forward with a loud stomp on her feet.
“Why are you here?” she demanded in a tone louder than she meant.

Some heads turned to her but she ignored them.
Draco’s eyes widened upon seeing her.

Hermione looked back at him.
He was slightly dressed down but he clutched a thick folder in his arms that signified that he was bearing the same requirements she had brought with her.
“I’m going to submit.” Draco patiently answered her. “I have to-“
“I know you have to.” Hermione said. “Why?”
“Why?” Draco returned the question.
“Why?” Hermione impatiently repeated. “Why today? Why now? Do you know that this is a Muggle-Born line?”

Some faces turned to her but she still ignored them.
Draco looked back at her as if she was the one being misinformed about something.
“Muggle-Born line?” Draco repeated. “I don’t think so.”

Hermione’s face turned up to him as if he had told her something offensive.
“Excuse me?” Hermione said facing him and crossing her arms before her.

Draco looked back at her as if wanting nothing more than that morning to survive the whole process and get out of there alive.
He didn’t need this kind of drama early that morning.

“I asked you.” Hermione repeated rolling her eyes at him. “Why are you here?”
“I’m going to submit requirements.” Draco said. “For the registry for the Marriage Law. Am I at the wrong line?” he asked her.

Hermione’s patience was ebbing away by the moment.

“Muggle-Borns are required to submit in three fucking working days.” Hermione explained to him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I read it.” Draco explained to her taking out a neatly folded copy of the Daily Prophet from under his clutched documents where the list of requirements have been printed.
“Exactly.” Hermione said. “So why are you here?”

Draco stared back at her as if unsure if he really wanted to answer it.
“For the requirements.” Draco simply answered her. “Didn’t you-“
“You’re taking up space from us!” Hermione wailed back at him pointing at both sides of the line.
Draco looked back at her as she began losing it.

People were beginning to start staring back at their direction.
“Taking up your space?” Draco repeated in a clueless manner. “Why would I be-“
“Because Malfoy, the Muggle-Born community has been asked and required to submit within three days.”
“It says that the Muggle-Born community is required to submit in three working days while the rest have at least two weeks to submit.”
“Yes. Exactly.” Hermione snottily said. “That wasn’t hard to miss.”
“But it didn’t say that the line within three day are strictly for Muggle-Borns, did it?” Draco asked her back
Hermione opened her mouth to say something, (comma) but no words came out.
She looked around and up and down the line at the faces looking for anyone she recognized.

She found at least two who also worked at the Ministry of Magic and where both Purebloods and down at the upper part of the line was a Half-Blood she knew back at Hogwarts from the Hufflepuff house.

The colour over her face drained as she turned back to Draco.
She suddenly grabbed the paper from his hand and opened up at the page about the Marriage Law and the requirements.
Draco quietly watch with passive expression as her eyes darted back and forth looking for something that say that today was a ‘Strictly Muggle Borns Only Registry’ kind of announcement.

Nothing.
She pushed the paper back to Draco’s hands looking as if a bucket of ice had been turned over her head.

“Is there anything else?” Draco quietly asked her.

He didn’t say anything and he also did his best to look as passive as possible.
He managed and contained his emotions despite that he looked like he was already halfway into saying something unkind to her.
“Fuck off, jerk.” Hermione angrily said pushing the paper back to him and walking back at the end of the line where at least three people had already occupied her spot and she then didn’t have a choice as she was pushed three spots back down at the end of it.
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