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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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AN : I did you all good this time... A quick update for ya! :) Love ya guys! Keep reading!

"Ready?"
Hermione took a deep breath. She nodded determinedly.
Draco gently pulled her sleeve up to her elbow. "Aren't you going to close your eyes?"
She swallowed and gave another nod, shutting out the sight of the golden arm cuff that he had exposed. Draco resumed to unearthing her scar, removing the material with graceful fingers. His thumb softly traced the length of the mark. Hermione was sure he was thinking about what she would be if she gave the scar a mere glance. She forced her eyes to stay shut, not willing herself to peek at his face.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, needing to at least hear his voice.
Hermione heard a loud pop that made her jump a little. She relaxed immediately realizing that it was the cork to the potion popping off. With her other senses heightened due to her closed eyes, it sounded louder than it would have been if her eyes were open.
He didn't answer her question.
"Draco...?"
"Yes?" He sounded distant. Blank. Lost. He mildly reminded Hermione of Luna, only without the humming, sweet voice that Luna had.
"What's wrong?"
She heard him inhale and then a soft sound came from him. A groan...? A whimper...? She couldn't really tell.
"Okay, that's enough," she said, yanking down her sleeve so she could safely open her eyes. She watched him blink. Dark circles had formed around his eyes, surprising her. Hermione knew what they were, but did not know that stress circles could appear so fast.
"What are you doing?" he demanded in his normal voice.
"We're not ready," she explained flatly.
"Yes, we are!" Draco insisted.
"You didn't do this to me but you're blaming yourself for it."
He scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous !" he snapped, sounding much like his old self. He noticed his tone just as soon as he finished with it and pursed his lips. Draco stood up from the sofa they were sitting in, keeping his back to her. He raked a hand through his hair, exhaling a breath. An uneasy laugh came from him, one that Hermione could tell was fake. "I'm not blaming myself for what my aunt did."
"You're lying," she accused and saw him straighten his posture to her words, becoming as stiff as a metal pole.
" I am not ," he growled darkly.
Hermione was shocked by his coldness. She had never heard something so terrifying come from him. It sent a slight shiver through her body. Not a good one either. "Fine," she spoke gently, trying to understand him. "I believe you. Tell me what's wrong then."
He moved none. Said nothing. All Draco did was stand in his rigid stance. Hermione let a full minute pass before she stood up.
"I'll just get someone else to apply it," she said, keeping her voice gentle, and made to exit the room to give him some much needed space.
His hand shot out at her, grasping her shoulder, stopping her from passing him. "No," he said tenaciously. "I'm going to do it. You're my..." he trailed off, eyeing the ground at his feet.
"You really don't have to it," Hermione told him.
"You're my responsibility now," he said seriously.
She laughed. "Now, Draco, this is the 21st century– "
"A date in time doesn't stop me from my role, Hermione," he cut her off. "I'm a Malfoy. It's what we do. We are family men, and we do anything we can for our family. Anything ."
She grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes, brushing his hand off her shoulder. "I don't need you to take care of me!" Hermione hissed indignantly.
"I know that," he said quickly, realizing he may have said something wrong. "It's my job though."
"Then get a new one!" She huffed and walked away.
"Hermione– "
She turned on him, letting out a squeak at how close he was to her. She hadn't expected him to follow closely behind her, ending up just two steps from her.
She snatched the unused potion from his hand, and accio'ed the cork to it. "I'll can do it myself, thank you!"
"No! Hermione, you can't– "
"Yes." She sent him a nasty look. "Yes, I can. I don't need you to bloody hold my hand, Draco!"
"You don't under– "
Hermione didn't give him the chance to finish his sentence, she apparated away to her home in the Muggle world. She was breathing heavy from anger, tears stinging her eyes.
Why couldn't Draco understand that she did not need a man to take care of her? She was Hermione Granger: The Brightest Witch of the Magical World. She was an independent Gryffindor! She wasn't some helpless Slytherin woman, who was raised to follow the rules of a man's laws!
Tears of frustration slipped from her eyes. She hastily wiped them away with the back of her hand.
She didn't need him to coddle her! And she'd prove it to him!
With her teeth, she removed the cork to the potion and, after taking a huge breath, Hermione yanked the sleeve of her shirt up. With a clenched fist, she doused her entire forearm with the thick, black potion.
She heard fizzing, and a sudden burning pain occurred, as if she just poured a pot of boiling water on her skin. She screamed out and couldn't stop herself from looking down at her arm to see what was happening. The scar pierced into mind, sending her mind back to the moment when she had been cursed with the it.
The level of pain she was experiencing intensified. A sharp, cold blade of a knife dug into her arm. The woman's laugh echoed throughout her head.
Hermione crumbled to the ground, scrunching herself up in pain and terror. "Stop it!" she cried. "Leave me alone!"
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"I buggered up!" Draco gasped out when he found Father in his telly room.
He must have looked terrible, because Father immediately turned off the telly with a spell and stood up. "How?" Father asked, taking the crying Scorpius from Draco, whose body was fiercely trembling.
"I..." He sighed helplessly. "I don't know... One m-moment we were getting ready to administrate the potion to her scar, and I..." Draco gulped, squeezing his eyes shut. The image invading his mind just didn't want to leave. The sounds of it weren't helping him either.
"What happened?" his father asked slowly, noting something strange about him.
Draco began pacing the room. "I froze up," he admitted. "I just... I can't get it out of my head..."
"Get what out of your head?"
Draco smacked the palm of his hand against his forehead in disturbance. He repeated the action over and over again; each hit getting harder. He could hear her screaming off in the distance of his mind.
"No, I didn't–"
"Liar!" Aunt Bellatrix screeches and casts her favourite spell.
Hermione screams.
"Son...?"
"I'll teach you not to lie, Mudblood!" Aunt Bellatrix says over the shrill of Hermione's scream.
'Please stop,' he wants to cry out. But he can't. There's not a thing that he can do to help her. He wants to cry. But he can't do that either. Death Eaters aren't allowed to cry.
'Stop hurting her!' He wants to protect her. But he can't. He's forbidden from helping Mudbloods.
His grey eyes meet hazel ones. Hers are moist; she's also trying not to cry. Draco can't look at her anymore. He looks away, swallowing a sob. He can't help her. Else he'll end up right next to her– begging for his life. That'll do neither of them any good.
He tries to shut her screaming from his mind. But he can't.
Someone save her... She doesn't deserve this...
Please...
Save her.
"Draco...?"
Draco refocused himself into reality upon hearing his name being called. Father was staring at him blankly, masking his facial expression. Draco knew why.
"I-I'm... losing my mind," he whispered quiveringly, sitting into a chair before his weak knees could give out on him. "I'm going all nutty!"
*/*
Thirty-three minutes.
That's how long it lasted for. That's how long it took for Bellatrix Lestrange to carve into her arm and mark her for life, causing physical and mental destruction every time Hermione's eyes set on it.
Shakily, Hermione stood herself up. Her breathing was shallow. Her arm was excruciatingly burning and stinging. Her stomach ached. She hurried to the bathroom, just managing to get to the sink in time before wrenching up into it.
With a sob, she blindly washed the dripping blood off her arm. It hurt. It hurt a lot. She bit her lip so hard that she could taste blood in her mouth from her teeth cutting into it.
She then splashed cold water on her red face and swollen eyes to shock them. When they appeared to be returning back to their normal appearances, Hermione hastily summoned up an arm cuff identical to the one she left at the other place. She slipped it on and cast a spell, tightening it around her. She could feel the material cutting off some of her circulation.
There is no way it could slip off this way.
She covered her face with her hands, not wishing to see the afflicted look on it in the reflection of the mirror.
She could cry here. No one would know.
And so that's what she did.
*/*
"I've got to find her," Draco said.
He felt a little better now that Father had given him an ultra strength anti-traumatic potion. It was enough to allow him to think of how serious Hermione's predicament was at least.
"That potion requires more than some simple application. She's going to go through all that pain for nothing... And that's just the minor side effects of it..."
"Have you checked her home in Kinderville?" Mother asked.
Draco nodded. "I sent Kippy there since she has access to it. Kippy informed me that she was not there. I also sent Kippy to her home in Muggle London, but she couldn't break through the wards."
"She has a home in London?" Mother was interested to hear more details about it.
"Not now, Mother," Draco muttered. "I am concerned about my girlfriend at the moment."
His parents exchanged looks, hearing him say that for the first time in front of them.
"Yes, it's a shocking thing for me to say!" he snapped impatiently. "Something you can react over later! Can you help me or not?!"
"Perhaps," Father said slowly. "Show me her home in Muggle London. If we're lucky, her wards aren't too advanced."
Mother let out a soft snort of doubt and pursed her lips when Father sent her an unamused look. "I'll look after Scorpius," she offered to Draco.
Draco sighed tiredly. "Thank you, Mother."
"It led me here last time," Draco told his father after they arrived at the location of Hermione's home in Muggle London. They were standing outside a fair looking brick home set in a busy Muggle neighborhood. The house seemed to be in decent shape: clean, earthy coloured bricks, with a light tan roof. "I tried knocking, but there was no answer. Tried entering with both physical and magical force, but I was unable..."
Father tilted his head in thought. "I would say your potion did work properly then. Miss Granger just has some remarkable spells in activation. If I had to guess, you can only gain access from the inside alone."
"I was thinking that too," Draco said. "I just know this is where she is... I can feel it."
"Good day, sirs!" someone greeted behind them.
Father raised an eyebrow, and they turned around to see a teenage Muggle. "What do you want?" he asked.
"If you're looking to buy that old home, I would think twice about it." The kid tossed his head toward Hermione's house. "I hear it's haunted."
"Thanks for the advice," Draco said before his father could make some nasty comment.
"Good day to you then, gentlemen!" And the Muggle went on, whistling some God awful tune.
Father rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath.
"How do you suppose I can get inside?" Draco asked, pulling Father back to their current task.
With a thoughtful look at the house, he said, "I have no doubt that one of her little friends has unlimited access to it."
Draco groaned. "I'll have to talk with the Potters then ."
"Or the Weasleys." Father then laughed at the sick look he received with that suggestion.
An hour later, Draco scribbled a note and attached it to Preetee's foot. "Give this to Potter's wife," he told his companion, stroking the tiny owl's silky feathers a couple of times before Preetee clicked his beak and flew up to one of 12 Grimmauld Place's windows – where the Potters lived.
Preetee hovered patiently at the window, tapping it every so seconds to get someone's attention. After several attempts, the window finally opened, and Draco watched his owl swoop in to deliver the note. A few moments later, a flash of red hair came up to the window. Potter's wife searched curiously for Draco. She smiled when she saw him and give a bit of a wave. He put his hand up, mildly returning the greeting.
Potter's wife opened the window, sticking her head out of it. "Come up to the door! I'll let you in!"
Draco gave a single nod and walked up the path. He had to stand there for a few seconds before she finally opened it, heaving out a breathless sigh. "Sorry," she said tapping her bulging belly. "Bit slow these days!"
Did she always have to be so cheerful? Every time Draco had seen her, be it in person or the papers, she was always giddy. How could someone be this way all the time?
"Well, come in then!" Potter's wife gestured him inside when he said nothing. "You must be cold!"
"Not really," he told her blandly and stepped inside the warm home. The house looked the complete opposite of what he would have pictured Potter to live in. It was very Mugglely. Much like Goyle's girlfriend had going on in her home when Draco had been coaxed to go over there (because Goyle had been so eager to get Draco to change his mind about the Muggles).
The house was plain. It was quite boring.
Somethings did stand out though, hinting that there actually was a family of magical people living there. Such as the newest line of brooms set up right next to the coat hanger in the corner by the door. There appeared to be one for each member of the family. Two were miniature in size, indicating that those belonged to Potter's sons.
"Hi," Potter's eldest son greeted, appearing into the foyer, giving Draco a look of interest.
"Did you finish picking up your room?" Potter's wife immediately asked the boy.
"I cannot," he said innocently, placing his hands behind his back. "It's way too heavy to pick up!" He then laughed at his joke.
His mother was not impressed. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. "You know exactly what I mean, James Sirius!"
His eyes widened and he took off. "I'm doing it, Mummy!"
When he was gone, Potter's wife let out a whoosh of air, spreading a smile across her face. "He's a little cocky, but hilarious just the same. How about some tea?" Potter's wife left the foyer, leaving Draco standing alone. He shifted his feet uncomfortably, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do.
"Weas– "
Er...
"Mrs. Potter, I am here to request something of you," he called from his place at the door, having not moved from it. He hoped she could hear him.
She came in a moment later with a tray of tea and snacks. "And that is?" she asked, placing the tray down onto a table.
Draco avoided eye contact with Potter's wife. "Hermione is... hiding."
"Hiding?" She sounded surprised. "From what?"
He sighed. "Me..."
"Oh, Merlin, what'd you do now?" Potter's wife's question was slow and cautious.
Draco rubbed his forehead uneasily with the tips of his fingers. "I don't have time to explain. Nor do I care to. Knowing the gossip that you women love twittering about, I'm sure she'll tell you all about it soon enough. Right now, she could be at a serious health risk, and I need to tend to her..."
Potter's wife's face paled. She nodded. "Alright..." she said, forcing herself to remain calm, wringing her hands together. "I probably know where she is then."
"I do too, only I don't have access..."
"You came here for access..." She thought out loud.
"I was hoping– "
"I can't," Potter's wife said with a frown. "Only Hermione can grant access, and Hermione alone. I'll send Westen to check up on her." She then called the House-elf that Draco was paying to wait on the Potters hand and foot.
And they waited an agonizing five minutes until the House-elf returned with a very pale looking Hermione who was limp in unconsciousness. Her was arm dripping with a black substance.
Poison.
As his heart began hammering against his chest, Draco hurried to his girlfriend. "Mione..." he whispered, holding back forming tears. "Oh, Mione..." He looked at her arm, inspecting it. It was raw with burns and sticky with the poison.
This was his fault...
Why did he always have to fuck everything up?
Potter's wife had become hysterical. "What's wrong with her?! Malfoy?! You didn't do this, did you?!" She had a hand over her mouth, her eyes were wide with terror.
"Auntie Hermy?" a small voice was heard behind Draco.
"She's fine!" Draco whispered shakily. "She's fine," he repeated to reassure himself. He put his hand into a pocket, fumbling for a potion. "Incorrect potion application," he explained with trembling hands. The potion shook in his grasp. "Wes-Westen, help me..." he pleaded.
"What can I do?" the House-elf responded immediately, eager to do whatever he could to help.
"Tilt her head back as far as you can and pinch her nose."
Westen did as he was instructed to do. Draco slowly, sip by sip, gave her the entire potion, forcing her to swallow each time with a spell. He then asked Potter's wife for bandages, cutting away the blackened arm cuff which had soaked up the poison that was still seeping from her cursed scar with each slow pulse of her heartbeat. He wrapped the magical bandage around her arm to stop the flow.
"She'll be better in a couple of hours," Draco told the audience of the two boys, woman, and House-elf. "We... had a fight..." He held her hand, squeezing it gently. "She got angry and took the potion with her, not realizing how complicated it is to administrate."
"What potion?" Potter's wife asked. "I thought she would know them all. She's like a walking encyclopedia when it comes to them."
"One that I have helped develope... It... removes curse marks." He then exposed his arm to her showing his faded Dark Mark. "Unfortunately, the potion is just about as dark as the curses it removes. If not applied in precisely the correct way, it'll poison you, eventually leading to a slow and painful death if not treated immediately..."
Potter's wife said nothing, staring at her friend with tears in her eyes. "I apologize for earlier," she said after helping Draco get Hermione comfortably set up onto the Potters' sofa. "I really didn't think you hurt her. I was just worried about her, and you looked so... troubled and guilty, I thought–"
"It's fine," Draco stopped her. "I'm used to it. No big deal." He shrugged.
"No, it's not fine. You did nothing wrong..."
Draco leaned over the arm of the sofa where he sat at Hermione's head. "I do not want to talk about this," he said grimly, swiping a carrot stick off the tray of snacks that she had brought out. He bit it in half, crunching on it with slow, thoughtful chews. He gently placed Hermione's head into his lap and brushed the hair from her face.
"Alright then." It sounded like she wanted to say something more, but to Draco's relief, the witch knew when to take a bloody hint. "You can stay as long as you need. It'd be best for her health to not move her until she wakes."
He nodded in agreement. "Your hospitality is appreciated, Mrs. Potter."
She smiled. "You may just as well call me Ginny."
"It's better than Potter's wife," he said dryly, taking another bite off the carrot stick.
*/*
"No, not like that!" James scolded in his tiny voice. "Alby, you're doing it all wrong!"
"Not!" spat the toddler. "Not! Not!"
"If you know of a better way, why don't show your brother it," Hermione heard Draco suggest.
"He's too little."
"Not! Not!"
Hermione opened her eyes to the faint sound of an annoyed groan coming from Draco. "Merlin," she heard him mutter under his breath.
"Watch me, Mista Malfoy!" Hermione shifted her eyes to little James who was blowing a bubble with a magical bubble wand.
"Maltoy!" Albus giggled, spinning around in circles. His own bubble wand that he held firmly in his hand was blurring a yellow ring around him. "Maltoy, wat!"
"What did I say?!" Ginny's sudden snapping voice sent everyone in the room jumping from their skins. "I told you to leave Mr. Malfoy alone!"
"He don' mind, Mummy!" James argued innocently.
"Out!" Ginny pointed to the doorway out of the living room. With that, the two boys took off quickly..
"I just want to show him bubbles!" James shouted when he was well out of her reach. "S'not fair!"
"Not Tair!" Albus agreed in the same amount of volume.
"Shut it!" James yelled at his brother. "Don't copy me!"
Albus screamed then, sending Ginny off to go check on them.
"Oh, God," Hermione moaned. "How long have we been here, and why haven't you slit your wrists yet?"
"Mione...!" Draco smiled down at her in relief, cupping her face into his hands. "You're awake!"
She winced. "My arm hurts... I-I looked at it earlier..." She closed her eyes. "And then... I woke up and it was worse– bleeding. Last thing I remember is hurling my guts out..."
"Instead of attacking your mark, the potion attacked you," he told her.
"So... am I allergic or something?" she asked in confusion.
"No." He looked away. "You didn't give me the chance to explain that there is a certain process that needs to be done for it to work." He smiled faintly, staring at the telly in which was on some children's network. "You're too bloody stubborn," he whispered. "But, I am happy that you're alright." Draco brought her hand up to his lips. "I'm sorry to have upset you, Mione."
Hermione sighed at the soft touch of his kiss. "It's alright," she told him. "I guess I had overreacted. And maybe– " She placed her hand up to his cheek, turning his head so she could look him in the eye. "Maybe I do need you to care for me." Her statement made him lift up an eyebrow, likely surprised that she would say such a thing. "If only just a little bit," she added quickly and softly laughed.
"Hermione!" Ginny gasped. "You're awake!" She leaned over the back of the sofa, grinning widely. "How you feeling? Need anything?"
"I'm fine, Ginny, go sit down. You look exhausted."
Ginny huffed and stood up. "I am," she admitted before sitting in a chair. "You two should stay for dinner," she invited. "Harry will be here any minute, and Westen is about finished with making the meal."
"No thanks," Draco quickly declined, shifting uncomfortably.
"Why not? Don't think you and Harry can make it through thirty minutes in the same room without hexing each other?" Ginny asked jokingly.
"I'm already going to have enough of a time keeping my wand in its place on New Years– "
"You're coming?!" Ginny shrieked. "You're actually coming?!" She eyed Hermione for confirmation and squealed when she got a nod. "Wow! How did she manage that?" she asked Draco.
"A week at the Manor with my parents," Draco informed her blankly. "A fair trade, wouldn't you say?"
Ginny's smile instantly washed away. Her mouth clamped closed and she sent Hermione a look of pity, knowing exactly what had happened at that place. "Oh," she whispered hollowly.
Draco stood up. "I'll be leaving now," he announced. "Kippy's at our place," he said to Hermione. "She'll let me know when you've return." He then made a quick exit without so much as a look back.

Review Responses Since The Last Update:
starr: Yeah, I think it's going to be an interesting time of year for these two! Happy to hearyou liked the baby moments! :) I do appologize for the wait :D
Trelweny : Yep, hope it doesn't hurt Dramione's relationship. **shifts eyes*
FieryPhoenix : Well thank you for your kind thoughts. I don't think I'll ever stop writing. It's just too addicting! :)
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