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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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WARNING: Evil thoughts and implied actions/physical abuse towards the kidnapped children at the end. Kidnapper "T" read if you're offended by this!
Blinded: Chapter 14
"No way! You are not going there on your own." Draco crossed his arms in front of his chest. "This is a trap and you well know it." His anger filled up the room as he stormed around.
"Draco, this may be the only way to get to the children," Hermione argued back.
Harry and Ron sat back watching the two go at it with each other. The argument had now lasted 45 minutes according to his watch that he kept looking at. It wasn't that he didn't agree entirely with Draco, he just knew Hermione enough to know that there was no use arguing with her when she had made up her mind.
Ron rolled his eyes and huffed for the tenth time as he watched the two interact. Harry thought he was more irritated at this new relationship that was clearly developing between the two of them, than the fact that they were arguing. Hermione and Ron still had not said a word to each other since she and Draco had returned immediately from France. Hermione had grabbed the letter from Harry's hand, read it, and turned a pale color. Draco had then grabbed it from her, read it, and started in on his rampage against her going alone.
"Potter?" Draco turned back to Harry, "Do you still have your invisibility cloak?" All eyes turned towards him.
"Yes, of course, I do. Why? What are you thinking of doing?" Harry knew what he was probably thinking, but was going to say no if he asked.
"I need to borrow it so I can go with Hermione." Draco answered.
"No way Malfoy," Ron shot up out of his chair, "You're not a trained Auror. Me or Harry will be the one there with her."
Draco's red face surfaced as he glared back at Ron. Harry jumped in to try and diffuse another argument, "Malfoy, I have to agree, the Minister will never approve of you going into such a dangerous situation; especially because of your position as head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation."
Ron sneered at Draco, while Hermione stood back surveying her friends. Harry hoped that by referring to Draco's prestigious position that he would back down from what he was demanding.
"She can't be there by herself. There is no way in hell that I'll let anything happen to her." Draco's voice echoed in the small office.
Harry glanced at Hermione and he was surprised that she wasn't saying anything. Anyone could tell that things had changed between them the past several months since Scorpius's kidnapping. Just how far things had escalated, he wasn't sure. Malfoy though was going all Alpha-Male on Hermione right now and he was waiting to see how Miss Independent was going to react.
Hermione stepped in between Ron and Draco, who were standing toe to toe right now, and looking like they wanted to punch each other. Her hands came out to push both wizards back a few feet from one another.
"Stop this both of you! We don't have time for any more arguing." Hermione's authoritative voice sounded off. "In three hours the kidnappers are going to start harming the children and sending back larger body parts. I know who these men are now. It all fits together, them being in Ireland and sending the bizarre packages with body parts."
Hermione looked like she was struggling deep inside as her hands went up to her head to pull on her hair. "At first I didn't even suspect them because they were supposed to be in an Irish magical prison. It's not uncommon at all for criminals to copycat other cases, and since none of the children, as far as we know, had been killed, I didn't even suspect the Irish family of kidnappers."
Any of the men in that room could clearly see that Hermione was carrying the burden of guilt for this whole case. "There was a family of dark wizards in Ireland, the MacAteers, who many thought had been in cahoots with Voldemort, but it was never proven. The family is made up of four brothers who would have been contemporaries with Voldemort. Each brother had five or six sons. It is within this family that two brothers and one cousin were caught and put to death for the murder of several children of prestigious wizarding families in France."
None of the men were moving or saying anything as Hermione was telling her story. She kept up her normal pacing as she relayed the information to them.
"I happened to be the one who broke that case a few years ago. There were other cousins involved who were not put to death. It took a few years before they could be extradited back to Ireland. The French Aurors and ministry felt if they were allowed to go back to Ireland they would have help escaping because of the large network the MacAteer's have established there."
"So that's exactly what happened then, isn't it?" Draco asked already knowing the answer.
"Yes, it is. This whole thing is bigger than just a few people. The kidnappings here in Britain started a few months after the French case was solved and the three family members sentences were carried out."
Hermione leaned against Harry's desk with her arms hugging her center. "All along they wanted me. They knew if they started kidnapping children here in England that I'd return. This is all my fault." She almost said the words as if asking a question. Her bloodshot eyes looked up to find Draco's.
"Don't you dare take the blame for what a group of evil wizards chose to do." Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He knew how this would eat her alive, especially if any of the children ended up being killed.
Hermione kept looking at Draco, almost begging him with her eyes to say something.
"I agree with Harry," Draco said as he walked over to Hermione. "Believe me when I say, there comes a time when you have to not take the blame for what some arsehole, evil wizards decide to do. Whether you were there or not, they would still do what they did, the names of the innocent would just change. If it hadn't been me fixing the vanishing cabinet, it would have been some other idiot who'd been conned into doing Voldemort's dirty work and letting Death Eaters into Hogwarts."
Hermione's head came up to look at Draco, her eyes searching his face for his sincerity. "You really mean it? You don't blame me for Scorpius's kidnapping?"
Draco reached out pulling her close into him, his hand resting at the back of her head and messed up hair. He tilted her head up to look into his eyes, "No, I would never blame you for this. That's what I'm trying to say, it was their choice to do this."
Hermione almost looked as if she would start crying, but was stopped as Draco leaned in to gently press his lips to hers. Harry could feel Ron bristle at his side seeing them kissing. He felt like they were intruding and shouldn't be watching such an intimate act between Draco and Hermione. Seeing as how long the kiss was going on confirmed what he'd been wondering about before.
As the kiss finally ended, Draco hugged Hermione into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around her. "As I said earlier, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I don't think I could handle that right now."
Harry hated to interrupt, but he knew the clock was ticking away and they needed to come up with a plan that would save the children and not endanger Hermione. "We need to plan this out. We only have less than two hours left before…the deadline that they gave us ends and, well…" He didn't need to say anything else. They all knew what would happen if Hermione didn't show.
"Ron, go inform Kingsley that we need to have an emergency meeting with all Aurors and Hit Wizards present. We need to plan out what happens next. Hermione, your team in France needs to be here with as much information as possible about the MacAteer family, so the rest of us know what to expect. We can't go into this blindly."
Ron mumbled something as he glanced once more at Draco and Hermione, who were still holding one another, and hurried out of the office door.
Harry walked over to the couple, who he now knew was an official couple, "I agree wholeheartedly with Draco here, there is no way in hell that you are going by yourself to face off with this family. They don't sound like they would be that foolish to think that you would really come by yourself. They are looking for a showdown, and that is what we'll be bringing them."
"Harry, please lets at least send an early team right now to search out the area and see if they can locate the children before any of us get there." Hermione pleaded with him. Draco kissed her forehead and rubbed her back at her words.
"We can do that Hermione, I promise. I say let's end this all tonight and get the kids back to their parents." His eyes met Draco's who gave him a nod with a mouthed, thank you.
Wanting to give Draco and Hermione a bit of privacy, Harry left his office to help round up everyone in his department. He never would have guessed in a million years that Hermione would have become involved with Draco Malfoy, but now that she had, he would support her. He never wanted to be on the outs with his best friend again.
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Ennis MacAteer sat on the old couch fuming again. It was always him that had to stay with the stupid brats. Conall, who had put himself in charge of the whole operation, made him feel worthless. They were cousins who had known each other all of their lives. They hadn't done too much together until Conall's brothers, Donnchad and Cillian, and Ennis's brother Domnall had been put to death in France. They had escaped after returning to Ireland, and Conall had taken charge of the "family". He'd come up with a way to exact revenge against those responsible for the MacAteer family members' deaths; mainly against Hermione Granger. Conall's surviving brother, Darragh, was also leading other clan members in the charge against Granger and the Aurors. They had been the ones to kidnap all of the children and hadn't trusted Ennis enough to go along on any of the kidnappings. Tonight they would get what they wanted. Maybe also they could finally get rid of the brats, one way or another. He was tired of the babysitting that he'd been doing the past two years. He'd been nothing more than a dumb house-elf cleaning and taking care of the an paisti. He wanted to be there when they finally killed the bitch Granger. Maybe he would leave for a while. It wasn't like any of the little monsters were going anywhere while locked up in their filthy cages. He'd be glad to be rid of them. Ennis still wondered why they hadn't asked for a ransom, especially from the Malfoy family that had money coming out of their arses. That way, in the end, they would've been wealthy. However, no one ever asked him what he thought. Some day he would show them he was smart. One of the little monsters started to cry for his dad and he stood to go shut him up. Great! It was the Malfoy brat.
"What do you want?" he smacked his hand against the cage and yelled at the small boy, who crawled back into a corner, crying quietly. The boy's hair was starting to grow back that strange color of almost white, not blonde by any means.
"Are you scared of me? Do I need to take you out and beat you again?" The small boy shook his tiny head and curled up into a ball. "That'll teach you to make noises, won't it? Shut up and leave me alone."
He snickered and walked back to the ratty-looking couch. Dropping down he grabbed his bottle of Fire whiskey that was leaning against the couch. Taking a nice, long swig, he let out a long belch and scratched his belly. He let his hand wander down lower to his crotch. Rubbing over his trousers he realized what he'd really been missing out on the last several months. He knew what would make him feel better as he massaged himself, wondering how to fulfill this itch taking over his nether regions. He grinned as he stood, unzipping his trousers and letting them fall around his ankles. Then he pulled off his Y-fronts letting his erection spring free. He turned around and walked back towards the cages tugging on his large cock. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a loss after all.
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UGGGG, so sorry that this chapter had to end this way. I didn't like writing it either, but these people are mean and evil and only think of themselves. Thanks for reading!

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