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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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Author's Notes:
Hi! Here's the last for this batch.
I know some spacing is too much; i'm trying to work on it on my word file.
Btw, has anyone ever used EVERNOTE app on their laptops? If yes, any reviews?
I heard it works as a notebook and pdf files and everything else good in between about writing and reading and saving your files and downloaded files.
please let me know cause i'm planning to have it in my laptop.

Have a good weekend.
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Chapter Thirteen
The Floo News

Harry was humming to himself as he finished off with the pasta sauce he was stirring in Hermione’s kitchen.
The day had been long and exhausting.

A work was landed on his desk that disabled Harry to go up to Hermione for the breakfast he promised and Hermione had ended up with a couple of documents to sign up for since she was a Muggle-Born and there were a couple of things that were needed from her in regards to her lineage.

“I mean, I thought this whole discrimination is over since you killed him.” Hermione said as she entered the kitchen wearing trying to knot the tie of her apron around her neck.
“Give it a few more months, ‘Mione.” Harry said as he gestured her to come closer to him.

He handed her the spatula he was using to stir the sauce to let her taste it the same time he gestured her to turn around so he could tie the knot of the apron.

“It needs a bit more of herbs.” Hermione said as she placed her pinky over the spatula to taste it while Harry tied the knot on the nape of her neck. “What, they’re going to dig up right up to my Medieval ancestors?”

He turned her around and Hermione moved the spatula to him.
Harry moved his ring finger over it and tasted it while Hermione stared up at him waiting for his answer.

“I think it tastes just fine.” Harry said dipping his finger again and then swiping it over Hermione’s cheek before quickly taking the spatula and moving away from her to get a couple of herbs.
Hermione angrily sighed and used the back of her hand to wipe away the sauce off her face.
“Harry.” Hermione said grabbing a spoon from a corner to continuously stir the bubbling pasta. “Seriously.”

She was right.

It tasted slightly bland out of it.
“I’m serious.” Harry said turning back to her. “The pasta sauce taste just fine-“
“I meant about the discrimination over us – Muggle-Borns. When is it going to stop?”

Harry sighed as he took the spoon from her and started adding a few herbs and spices over the white sauce that was simmering.

It took him a while to answer, but he knew that he had to answer.
“Please dice up the fresh fruits for dessert.” Harry said gesturing over the corner of the table where a paper bag of groceries were laid.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to the table anyway.

“In all honesty-” Harry began as he wiped away sweat off his forehead from the heat of his saucepan with the back of his arm. “-just give it time.”

“Give it time?” Hermione asked back as she took out the apples, peaches, some grapes, strawberries and a large tub of yoghurt from the package and began making the fruit cup.
“Yes, time.” Harry patiently repeated to her. “I mean.. I’m not saying your department isn’t doing any work, alright?”
“Go on.” Hermione said as she began to slice the apples in quarters and uneven triangles and squares.
“But if you will see what the other departments are doing – mine for an example – everyone is doing something about something.”
“I know how busy they get.”
“Then be patient.” Harry said finishing up the sauce and grabbing the very large platter of Fettuccine pasta where he was about to pour the sauce.

Hermione continued to quietly toss all the fruits altogether and Harry knew that he had to say something in accordance to what she thinks was right or else the night would not end up well.
He knew her too well.
Some things just never change.

“Look.” Harry said as he emptied the saucepan of the white cream and poured it all over the platter of pasta. “I’ll talk to Kingsley and check out the department that handles that area to make it all easy for everyone.”
Hermione looked up at him with that dark look he knew too well.
“I’ll do it.” Harry said. “First thing tomorrow. Now come on, let’s have dinner because I’m really hungry.”
“Don’t you have your own kitchen?” Hermione asked sheepishly as she tossed and stirred the fresh fruits with the yoghurt for dessert. “Most importantly, don’t you have your own apartment?”
“I happen to have my own apartment and kitchen.” Harry indignantly said with a smile. “And it happens to be completely empty of food.”
Harry smirked back at her as he moved to the other corner where the small pieces of grilled chicken fillet were.
He took the platter of chicken and pasta to the smaller area that Hermione used as both her dining place and morning coffee-work area.

Harry returned to the room to take the utensils just as Hermione finished the bowl of fresh fruits.
“Do you have any complaints?” he asked her as he took the salad bowl from her.
“None.” Hermione said giving him the same smirk. “I’ll make some orange juice.”
“Thanks.” Harry said, kissing her forehead as he held the utensils over his left hand and the bowl at his right hand. “There are four oranges at the third cupboard and the glass pitcher we use is at the top shelf.

Hermione gave him a look.
“You-“ Hermione began but Harry already turned away from her. “I told you not to move things-“
“You’re welcome. I cleaned the other day.” Harry called back. “When you were finishing some late-night work.”
Harry turned back to the dining table and happily and neatly set up the table for the two of them.
He took plates and prepared the whole table with a satisfied gleam over his face as Hermione returned to the room with a pitcher of fresh orange juice.

“You move things around my apartment.” Hermione pointed out, handing him the pitcher.
“They need moving.” Harry answered her, ushering her to sit down. “I told you, I’ll make a really good house-husband.”

He winked at her.
Hermione rolled her eyes.

“You know more about my house than I do.” Hermione said, settling herself over a chair. “Why don’t you just move in with what you’re doing?” Hermione sarcastically said as she grabbed his plate and began putting over it.
“When do you want me to?” Harry asked her as he settled a glass for her and poured it with the drink.

Hermione gave him another dark look.
“Sit down.” Hermione snapped back at him as she moved his pasta plate toward him and began reaching for the chicken fillet and placing it over his plate as well.
“This tastes really good.” Harry said as he took a spoonful from the dessert bowl.
“Potter! Real meal first, dessert later!” Hermione said shoving his hand away from it just the way Mrs. Weasley did before to all her children.

Harry smirked at her and turned to his pasta and chicken.

“It does taste good.” Harry proudly said.
“You are going to be a very, very bad influence to your children.” Hermione snottily commented.
“Oh really?” Harry said as he reached over to her plate and placed a few fillets over it.
“Yes.” Hermione said with a raised brow.
“How do you know that?” Harry asked her with a sheepish glare. “You wouldn’t know that. I don’t have a child yet.”
“Then when you have one.” Hermione pointed out giving him a determined glare.
“And then how about we make one after dinner?” Harry asked her with a wide smile. “So the sooner we find out that I am actually going to be a really, really good father-“
“Harry!” Hermione squealed at him, throwing over her napkin across the table towards him.
“What?” he asked taking it away from his face and placing it aside.
“We’re eating. You’re seriously gross.” Hermione said, looking away from him and blushing furiously.

Harry stared at her and a large smile glowed upon his face as he remembered something that would surely shoot her mood.

“What?” Hermione asked him staring back at his expression.
“It wasn’t too gross when it was convenient for you when we were making out at the very back of the London Library when we visited back then!” Harry proudly reasoned back at her with a very wide and playful smile over his face.

They were both giggling but Hermione looked a bit more embarrassed than he did at their conversation.

“Harry-“
“Do you remember? It was I think half past eight in the evening and it was barely with people and you had your leg-“
“Seriously-“
“You know, if you do marry me – I absolutely have loads of stories to tell our children about their mother-“
“You are seriously getting yourself into trouble –“
“I will never-ever run out of bedtime stories.”
“Harry! You are seriously-“

But they both stopped.
They both heard movements in Hermione’s small living room.
The Floo Network.
They stared at one another.
It was already nine in the evening and way past the hours where communication to employees were permitted.
Unless it was imperative or some sort of emergency.
They both stood up from their chairs and quickly went over to the fireplace.
Kingsley Shacklebolt’s head was floating in the green flames.

“Everything alright?” Hermione asked him.
His eyes widened and was obviously glad to see Harry in Hermione’s apartment.
“I tried Harry’s apartment first.” the Minister cited. “Thought you’d be here when he didn’t answer.”
“Is there a problem?” Harry asked as they both knelt by the fireplace.

His eyes moved from Hermione to Harry as if trying to tell Harry something.
“What is it?” Hermione asked him.
“I thought I might give the two of you a head’s up.” he said. “There will be a general assembly tomorrow for all employees of the Ministry.”
“In regards to what?” Harry asked him.
“The Marriage Law.” Kingsley said and his eyes moved to Hermione.
Harry stared back at her but she didn’t say anything.
They both knew how much she hated and protested against this law.

She was quiet as she waited for Kingsley’s full report.
“What about it?” Harry asked.
“The original run of it before it is implemented is atleast a year or two. That’s why the Ministry is still registering everyone at this point.”
“And?”
“The Wizengamot saw it fit and voted that they shorten the time span of it.”
“What?” Hermione angrily asked in shock.

Kingsley looked slightly scared at Hermione’s reaction.
Before he could speak, Hermione continued with her banter.

“What are they running a mill for making babies?” she spat back at him as if it were all his fault. What’s the hurry?”
“Calm down.” Harry said placing his hand over Hermione’s arm.. “How long?” he asked the minister.
Kingsley shook his head and sighed heavily.
“How long before we get picked and paired with some stranger?” Harry calmly asked

Kingsley worriedly looked back at Hermione then back at Harry as if asking him for help incase Hermione forgets that it was just his head floating and she attempts to strangle him through the fire.
“About three to six months.” he honestly answered them.
“Three months?” Hermione asked.
“Six, Hermione.” Harry said trying to be positive. “And after?”
“Within the six months, they will start pairing people off.”
“It’s not enough time.” Harry pointed out. “They can’t just put people in alphabetical order in the-“
“No, Harry.” Kingsley said morosely. “The rules has changed. They thought it would be slightly – disorganized – to do it that way and there may be some loose ends and problems.”
“Disorganized?” Hermione irritably repeated. “And what do these people supposed is an organized way to do it?”
Kingsley now looked completely reluctant to answer her.

He stared at Harry and tried to avoid Hermione’s gaze.

“Everything has not been finalized yet but they’ve decided that the best way to do this first is to make sure that they first take the heads of the ones who people look up to.”

“Who people look up to?” Harry asked slightly confused. “What do you mean? Doesn’t make sense.”
“People in power and positions.” Hermione quickly said her eyes narrowing as thoughts started flowing in her head.
“Ministry officials.” Kingsley said in agreement as he continued further. “All unmarried, divorced, widowed – will be the first ones on the list.”
“Us?” Hermione angrily asked this time. “You mean us?”
“Yes.” Kingsley answered in a professional manner and trying not to show his slight fear upon Hermione’s reactions.

She looked angrier by the second.
“The Wizengamot deemed to think that if the government employees does it first – everyone will not think that there are exception to the rule-“

“Government employees will get to have their heads sacrificed first?” Hermione said almost at the point of yelling at him. “What gives them – what gives them – this is not fair-“
“We know.” Kingsley said. “We are being bombarded now by the same reaction the moment it reached MaCusa as well and other people of higher order or titles of the society.”
“Higher order?” Harry asked. “Titles of society? You mean not just us?”
“Everyone who has a titles in careers or has a profession or has had a recorded profession will have to succumb into this law?”
“Oh, so you mean professor McGonagall will be forced to marry someone?” Hermione sarcastically said glaring from Harry and back at Kingley.

Kingsley and Harry almost laughed at the idea of it but Hermione looked serious and murderous.

“No, Hermione.” Kingsley said. “As amusing as that would have been – which I’m sure she’ll murder first before she is forcefully paired with someone - only the employees of the Ministry or has or had a title profession will succumb to the law who are from ages 20 until around 50. For the women, age 20 until childbearing age and for the men, for as long as they can still consummate with the women.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hermione said and this time she really looked angry. “What’s this? What do they think – are we some sort of piggery – they’re making a business out of this! Out of us!”
Harry quickly grabbed Hermione away from the fireplace because she looked like she was ready to put her hands in it and strangle Kingsley’s floating head.

“We’ll come to the assembly tomorrow.” Harry assured him. “Thank you for this, Minister.”
“I’ll still look up to it and immediately update you for anything important-“
“Oh you better do that-“ Hermione said threateningly. “I’m not going to marry some oaf-“
“There will be categories, Hermione.” Kingsley patiently said. “There will be logical categories on this-“
“Oh, I’m sure everything is being considered logically-“
“These final rules will be released by the Wizengamot and the four heads of the Ministry and myself.” Kingsley explained to her turning to Harry. “Once the final draft is done, I will show it to the both of you before it is released to the public.”
“You better.” Hermione snapped at him. “Or it’s the last law you’ll ever read.”
“I will.” Kingsley said. “I will show them to you first before anyone in the public does so you can.. so you can do some damage control.”

“Damage control?” Hermione asked him, confused.

He was staring at Harry and Harry was nodding understandably as if they knew something she didn’t.
Ofcourse, it was no secret to Kingsley what Harry was thinking or what Harry always wanted.

No, it was actually no secret to the whole Ministry of Magic that Harry had always been after Hermione and they had always been an item.
Hermione stared at them and already knew what they were thinking even without reading her minds.

Her hand came out of nowhere and she hit the back of Harry’s head.
“You idiot.” Hermione said hitting Harry at the back again and Kingsley smiled at the other end. “That’s not going to happen-“
“Oh, come on Hermione-“ Harry said rubbing the back of his head and smiling at her. “Don’t feel embarrassed about it. It’s not like Kingsley doesn’t know.”

Hermione gave him a look and Kingsley actually laughed at them.
“It’s not like the whole world doesn’t know.” Kingsley laughed at them.
“Not funny.” Hermione muttered gently rubbing the back of Harry’s head she had hit.
“He’s right, you know.” Kingsley said nodding his head. “And it’s not like that whole Wizarding World doesn’t know about the both of you.”

“This is not helping.” Hermione seriously said. “Update us for anything important, will you?”
“I will.” Kingsley said. “I will send word as soon as anything new comes up. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” Harry said with a smile. “See you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Minister.” Hermione kindly said with a smile.

The fire slowly died and Kingsley disappeared.
Harry and Hermione stared at one another by the fireplace.

Harry was unsure of what to say because she might be in a bad mood after that conversation and at the same time, there were a lot of jokes he wanted to tell her at that very moment.

He waited for her to say something.
“It’s really happening, isn’t it?” Hermione slowly asked, straightening up again and helping Harry back to his feet.
“I guess.” Harry quietly said, staring seriously back at her.
Worry passed Hermione’s eyes.
“I know it may sound as a joke to you, but worse comes to worse, you do know that we can always-“
“I know.” Hermione said, taking his head. “I know what you’re willing to do. But I don’t want this Marriage Law to destroy what we have. We’re never going to resort to that.”
“It’s only in paper.” Harry pointed out with a small smile.
But Hermione knew that for him, it wouldn’t be worth just a mere paper.
“For me, yes.” Hermione said. “But for you?”

He stared back at her as he took her hand and slowly led her back to the kitchens.
“It doesn’t really matter.” Harry said. “We’ve been through a lot of things, ‘Mione. We’ll get through this one.”
“I don’t want some paper to ruin us.”
“It won’t.” Harry assured her with a charming smile. “If ever it happens, it’s just paper. Just a document, Hermione. A mere signed paper will never ruin us.”
“Harry.” Hermione said, pressing his hand to hers.
She placed her arms around him and embraced him.

Harry was slightly taken aback but he embraced her in the hall all the same to assure her of him.
She slowly let him go and smiled at him.
“Unless of course you want to get married to Severus Snape?” Harry slowly said with a smirk.

A smile spread over Hermione’s teary face and she pushed him away from her.
“You’re really an arse sometimes.” Hermione said. “Come on. Dinner’s getting cold.”

Harry laughed back at her as she walked away and towards their small dining hall.
“Coming, my dearest wife!” Harry said pushing his glasses closer to the bridge of his nose with the tip of his finger as he smiled and walked slowly back after her staring hopelessly in love at the woman he always had and never really had.

Draco turned to a corner as he was about to get to the library for something.

He just removed a newly installed badge over his uniform and proudly pocketed his Inquisitorial Squad badge when he heard the slight giggle.

He looked up and saw Harry bidding Hermione a goodbye with a kiss over the cheek.

“I’ll just finish the essay and go sleep early too.” Hermione whispered back at Harry who took her second bag from her.

“I’ll be in the Common Room with Ron. I need to list down the stuff we haven’t covered for the DA.”

“I’ll help you when I get back.” Hermione said and she nodded at him and went inside the library that was still open at that hour.

Draco stared and stayed where he was until they both vanished from sight.

He sighed heavily and with a last-minute decision, he went back inside the library.

“I forgot something.” he casually told Madam Pince who was at the entryway and was staring suspiciously back at him.

She didn’t say anything but only nodded.

It wasn’t a secret to her that Draco usually spent his times in the library.
It may be out of anyone else’s knowledge but he did spend his time at the library the moment it opens and the hours before it closes.

He didn’t want to be disturbed nor did he want to be branded as some nerd.
But he always had the love for books.

He just didn’t want the world knowing it.

Draco quietly and casually walked around with his hands inside his pockets and had his eyes working its way around the aisles looking for Hermione.
She usually had a favourite spot in the library – a few tables away from the quiet and corner spot he usually was in.
But her usual spot was occupied by a graduating Hogwarts student who was so immersed in a book on Potions.

Probably a failing student by the way he looked at the way he stared and read at a chapter.

Draco smirked.

He moved around a corner and was slightly surprised to see Hermione sitting at his favourite corner spot.
She had just finished taking all her things out from her bag and was settling down to read a book.
He quietly moved towards her table and corner and had to clear his throat before she realizes his presence.
She looked up, slightly surprised, slightly alarmed by the looks of it.

“We just finished a quiz at DADA.” Draco said pulling up a chair and adamantly sitting on it.
He placed his bag over the table and Hermione stared at him as if he had lost his mind.
“Excuse me.” Hermione said closing her book shut and staring back at him. “I believe this is my table.”
Draco stared back at her and around the table.
“I don’t see your name on it.” Draco said with a smile as he reached across the table for the book she was reading but Hermione quickly pulled it away from him.
“Defensive spells?” Draco asked her. “I don’t think we need that.”
“I don’t think I asked for your opinion.” Hermione spat back at him. “What do you want?”
Draco smirked back at her.

What did he want?

Nothing.
No, he didn’t know.

But it was quite amusing to sit there and watch her raw emotions to boil.
A faint glow appeared in his eyes before it completely vanished out of the blue.

“I’m about to study.” Draco said as he reached for his bag and began unpacking his belongings.
Hermione gave him a dark look.
“There are about other stables here, Malfoy.” Hermione pointed out with a threatening voice back at him.
Draco looked up at her and ignored her.
“This is a corner spot.” Draco calmly said without looking up at her. “I need a quiet place to study.”
Hermione’s eyebrows raised back at him.
“I’m quite sure.” Hermione said, standing up as she began taking her things with you.
“Where are you going?” Draco quickly asked, staring as she began returning all her things back inside her bag.
“Somewhere else.” Hermione said. “Anywhere else without you around.”

Hermione grabbed her last book but Draco took hold of it.
She tugged but he didn’t let go.
She stared back at him as if ready to hex him.
“Let go of it, Malfoy.” Hermione spat at him. “I swear if you don’t-“
“Keep your voice down.” Draco said not letting the book go. “You’re making noises, this is the library.”
“I don’t fucking care!” Hermione hissed louder than she meant.
A couple of people nearest them stared at their direction with a glowering look over their faces.
“I told you.” Draco said not letting her book go and if any, flattening it harder over the table to disable her from tugging it away.
“What the hell do you want?” Hermione asked again her eyes burning in anger. “I need to go. Let go of my book.”
“Why do you study this hard?” Draco asked her. “It’s not like you’re going to fail.”
“Why do you care?” Hermione asked him moving a step forward and placing her other hand over her own book.

Draco stared up at her determination.
She tugged harder at the book and he quickly let go making Hermione lose her balance backwards.
But before she could completely fall back, Draco had moved over the table and grabbed her arm to stop her from falling back.
Hermione’s eyes widened at the way he gripped her arm and Draco too looked like he had touched something fiery.
They stared at one another with wide eyes with mouths both slightly open.
Their distance was so close that they could literally feel one another’s heartbeat.
It was a split moment, but at that very second, it felt like something had happened.

Their eyes met.
There was a gleam and some kind of connection that lit up from both their gazes.
The moment had passed as quickly as it had come.
Once Draco realized that Hermione was steady back over her feet again, he quickly let her arm go and threw her back as if this time, he had touched something extremely dirty.
Hermione was breathless and stunned and was too shock to say anything.
There was a look of conflict and hatred in Draco’s eyes that she didn’t really understand.
And before she could even recover from it all, Draco had grudgingly grabbed all of his belonging and staggered away from the table and paced as fast as he could away from her.
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