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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:

Hello readers! I'm still very much alive.
Here's the beta edited chapter and would prolly be posting another or so.

The week that has passed had been extremely busy and I just couldn't get my hands on my laptop to do some editing and writing and posting. Finally today i got a little bit of a free time.
Hope you like this post.

Welcome new readers and hope you all like this!
Have a good week y'all

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Chapter Fourteen
Magical Skills

“Just ignore her, just ignore her.” Draco quietly said to himself as the lift ascended to the Ministry of Magic that morning.

He had finished submitting his requirements, however, there were other requirements that he had to submit and had to return the following day.

He had encountered Hermione in a few occasions by now since he arrived back at London and all had been quite unpleasant.

It felt that Hermione’s grudge against him and his family will never ever go away.

He couldn’t blame it upon her.

He deserved it.

He deserved all her hate not just for the years he bullied her, but for what his father had done that resulted to the most tragic event of her life.

He wasn’t completely ignorant of everything and so he wasn’t going to blame her for all the hate.

He only needed to maintain a very good self-control out of the many things she would say to him at the instances they would meet one another for he knew that they would surely see one another one way or another.

The elevator doors opened and he couldn’t be glad that the corridor was empty.

He was still slightly limping from the elevator incident they had both endured but at the least he was feeling a lot better now.

Entering and using the lift wasn’t really to his liking. but he was in a hurry to finish his Ministry business for the day and he was going to St. Mungo’s.

Despite that the deal with his father was supposed to be quick, he figured that he couldn’t just dump him back at the manor and not make certain arrangements for his father just because he was out of Azkaban.

He needed something temporary like a job or project to go into while was in town.

Something to occupy his time at the moment.

Or rather some form of excuse to not be bothered by his father once he figures out that he had nothing to do in town anyway.

Draco quietly watched with dark eyes as Harry and Hermione bought sweets from the trolley lady down the end of the Hogwarts express.

Both of them seemed to still be in a good mood despite all that were happening in the Wizarding World.

The Dark Lord has faithfully risen and has showed himself out at the open a few months ago.

And despite it all, he felt like he had been beaten severely.

His father was presently at Azkaban after being taken down at the Ministry of Magic at their failure to accomplish the mission that he was tasked.

He was going to make sure that Harry Potter pays for it this year.

But other than that he was too occupied by a lot of things – by his own mission.

Draco stared down at them as Hermione’s echoing giggle transcended all the way back to his end of the train.

How could they still be this happy?

How could they?

How could she?

And then he realized that Hermione had always been there for Harry Potter no matter what was the event.

She had always been at his side through and through.

How grand it must be for Harry Potter to have such a loyal friend by his side.

Or lover.

Then the comparison of it reminded him of others.

Of his own aunt Bella and the Dark Lord.

It may not have been as close to what he was seeing but it was somewhat close to it.

It was no secret to the Dark Lord’s inner circle how much his aunt Bella always loved the Dark Lord and dedicated her whole life in service of him even before she graduated from Hogwarts.

She was so loyal to the Dark Lord Voldemort

As seemingly as loyal as Hermione was to Harry Potter.

“Draco?”

Draco quickly turned and saw Pansy behind him.

“What are you looking at?” she asked him.

He quickly moved her back and closed the door of the compartment.

“Nothing.” Draco said looking away from her and holding down his left arm.

“Are you alright?” she quietly asked him staring at the gesture.

She didn’t know really, but she knew enough to correctly guess things.

“Why are you here?” Draco asked her with an irate look over his face. “I told you that I want to be alone.”

Pansy stared back at him in utter disbelief.

“I thought I heard Crabbe said that you needed someone to talk to.”

“I don’t need anyone to talk to.” Draco spat at her. “I don’t need anyone at all.”

“Draco-“

“Get your own compartment.” Draco said suddenly grabbing her off her seat.

“You’re hurting me-“ Pansy wailed at him trying to unclench his fingers around her arm.

“Get out. Out!” Draco angrily said painfully holding her and literally throwing her out of the compartment.

Pansy angrily pulled her arm back from him as Draco pushed her out of the compartment.

She fell backwards toward the door across but didn’t say anything.

“I’m here if you need-“

“I said, I don’t fucking need anyone!” Draco angrily yelled at her as he picked up her bag and threw it out towards her.

Pansy caught it and stared back at her with both anger and concern over her eyes.

Her eyes gleamed with tears as they stared at one another.

For so long they have been quite close with one another but Pansy always felt that Draco never loved her.

And Draco always felt that she was never really there for him.

With one last look of contempt, Draco slammed the compartment door shut and Pansy stalked down the train with tears in her eyes.

“Stupid girl.” Draco muttered under his breath as he sank back down over the chair in the compartment that he now had all to himself.

The train moved towards their destination and Draco, in all the years he’s been coming to school, had never felt so alone and so afraid to go back to Hogwarts.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked Hermione as they stalked out of the large hall at the Ministry.

They were both holding out parchment handouts from the general assembly that took about three hours of their morning.

They were introduced and briefed about the new Marriage Law that was to be implemented very soon.

Questions were also offered and raised by about a hundred Ministry officials that were likely to be affected by the new law that was to take place very soon.

Some questions were answered, some questions were given answers that led to even more questions and some just raised a couple of rude words and arguments all over the assembly.

The turn-out of the event was as Kingsley already expected – unlikely and such chaos.

But the Wizengamot has finalized the law and the process of putting it altogether and tying up loose ends were already on the roll.

Things were already taking place even if they didn’t want to.

Harry concerned stared back at Hermione who had been quiet since they left the hall.

At the first hour, she had taken time taking down notes from the announcements, from the handouts that were given in case she had questions and so on and forth.

But on the next hour when things began to heat up in the discussion, Hermione had completely forgotten all her notes and had included herself into the debate on why it shouldn’t be implemented at all or why there should be exception to the rules and most importantly, what are other ways to save the community and population of their kind without having to succumb into the degradation of such a law.

“I’m fine.” Hermione snapped at him without looking back at him as they walked down corridors heading for some late lunch.

“We can go home if you want.” Harry offered her. “Kingsley said there aren’t much to be done today in the offices as it’s the most important-“

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Hermione said. “I have tons of things to do today.”

Harry nodded at her.

They walked down and Harry began to reach forward her and reach for her hand when he saw what seemed like a glimmer of tear at the side of her eyes.

Hermione sighed and shifted her hand away from her reach.

“’Mione-“

“I’m fine.” Hermione said stopping.

Harry looked back at her.

“Head to the café.” Hermione said as she pointed to the ladies’ room. “I’ll follow.”

Harry looked reluctant.

“I can wait.” Harry said. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Go.” Hermione stiffly told him. “I’ll follow. Reserve seats for us.”

“There’s likely to be seats there when we get-“

“I’d like to be alone Harry, even just for five minutes.” Hermione said unable to stop herself for sounding angry.

Harry looked back at her and nodded.

“I’ll save our usual seats.” Harry quietly said and without another word, Harry turned away from her, making Hermione feel very sorry for hurting him again.

“Go, I’ll follow.” Hermione whispered as Harry and Ron happily packed their belongings.

Harry had just won Professor Slughorn’s potion challenged and had won himself a small vial with a potion called Felix Felicis – a liquid luck.

Harry placed all his books inside including his danty copy of Advanced Potion-Making he had since the start of term that has been giving him undeniably good grades at Potions.

He stared back at Hermione who was packing her thing in a very slow manner.

Harry quietly observed her and stared at the direction she was staring.

Her eyes narrowed.

She was staring across the room where Draco had just stood up and had began packing his belongings as if unaware that the class was already over.

“’Mione?” Harry said nudging her around the shoulder and attempting to get her bag from her.

“I’m fine.” Hermione said. “I’ll bring this. I’ll follow. I need to ask Professor Slughorn something.”

“He just left.” Ron said pointing at the door. “Can’t wait to grab himself food I supposed.”

Harry and Hermione looked at one another and Hermione already knew that he saw her staring at Draco.

“Harry-“

“Don’t think I don’t notice.” Harry quietly said as the smile faded from his face and he finished packing his books back.

Hermione didn’t say anything.

“I told you something’s wrong with him. But don’t go finding out for yourself.”

“I’m not.”

“Not what?” Harry asked her. “Who are you lying to, Hermione?”

Hermione bit her lower lip.

“Look, I’ll figure it out. Don’t go doing something or anything stupid.”

“Stupid?” Hermione asked him casting him a cold look. “What’s stupid is that book of yours-“

“Hermione-“ Harry said holding her arm to stop her from saying anything more because there were still other people in the room including Malfoy.

Hermione fell silent.

“Not here.” Harry whispered to her. “I’m sorry. Come on, let’s go back to the Common Room and talk-“

“I’m going to follow.” Hermione said eyeing Draco still as he zipped his bag and left. “Just trust me on this one.”

Before Harry could even say anything else, Hermione hurriedly slung her bag around her shoulders and grabbed something from the table that Draco had just left.

Breathless and slightly disheveled, Hermione followed Draco all the way down two corridors that led up to the upper flowers.

Was he not going back to the dungeons or to the Great Hall for the long break period?

Didn’t he have a long period on that day as she remembers?

“Malfoy!” Hermione called out, breathing heavily as she tried to still her heartbeat. “Malfoy!”

Draco stopped on his adagio like steps and slowly turned to her.

It took him a moment to realize who it was.

His eyes narrowed upon seeing her.

“What do you want?” he asked her.

But Hermione sensed that something was wrong, something was different.

He didn’t look like he wanted to murder or hurt her.

He didn’t even look like he had any energy at all.

His eyes were so sunken deep, his pale face and his body thinner than she could tell.

Was he ill?

“You left your notebook.” Hermione said handing his belonging that he left.

Draco’s eyes narrowed and then he saw that she was holding the notebook from which he had been writing on his plans for his mission.

“How dare you touch it.” Draco angrily said grabbing it aggressively from her. “Did you read it? Did you open it?”

His voice was threatening and he now looked ready to murder her.

“No.” Hermione quickly said somewhat realizing how deep in trouble she was if he does something.

They were near the fifth floor and the corridors were all dark and empty.

He could hex her and leave her out and nobody would even know he attacked her if he Obliviates her after.

“I was just-“

“Don’t ever – EVER – touch anything that is mine ever again!” Draco angrily said staring at her with pure hatred.

“I found it and I thought maybe it’s important to you!” Hermione angrily spat back at him.

But Draco didn’t look like he had any time in the world to even argue with her.

“You can rejoice all you want but I swear to you that your days would soon be very over – especially you filthy Mudblood!”

But before Hermione could even react, Draco had turned away from her.

But it wasn’t that encounter nor his words that bothered her as she walked slightly terrified and shaking back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

It was the look of what looked like unreasonable doubt and deep fear in Draco’s eyes as he moved away from her with an evident gleam of tears shimmering at the sides of his brilliant eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked as she stalked her way down the corridor.

Few minutes later, she was heading back down to the elevators to meet Harry at the café when she passed by a corridor where Draco was standing and had just finished talking to someone.

“Granger?”

He turned to see her, at utmost look over his face spread upon seeing her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Hermione asked him.

‘Because I’m keeping my life in order and to myself and you go barging at me looking for a fight..’, Draco quietly thought to himself.

“Looking like what?” he asked instead. “I just finished a requirement for the Marriage Law.”

“I thought you’ve finished it the other day?” Hermione asked him folding her arms and staring at him as if he’s done all that was wrong in the world again.

“The documents?” Draco asked her. “Yes, I’ve submitted and my documents need some follow up requirements and all. I’m talking about the Magical Skill Test they have for the law.”

“A Magical Skill Test?” Hermione repeated eyes widening at hearing another reason to hate the law even more.

“Yes.” Draco said staring back at her with a questioning glare on why she wasn’t aware of the law’s requirements if she was working at the Ministry in the first place.

“Magical Skill Test?” Hermione repeated disgustingly. “For what? Why was that not briefed out at the assembly – what did you do at it?”

“We did magic.” Draco flatly stated. “They asked me about spells I’m quite good at and the spells I wasn’t familiar with – and they had tested me with obstacles from which I should know which spells to perfectly defend myself and some other routines that required me to-“

“Who tested you?” Hermione asked him.

“Ministry officials.” Draco replied. “And I supposed some Aurors.”

Hermione looked back at him with a big concern over her face.

Why would they want to test them each by magic?

Skill test?

Not that she’s worried.

She could easily review and ace it and it wasn’t like she actually needed to review anyway.

“Don’t worry about it.” Draco said seeing the look over her face as if reading her thought. “They’re only testing the wizards, not the witches.”

“What?” Hermione said looking up at him. “What do you mean?”

“It’s a requirement from the wizard who had signed up already for the Marriage Law.” Draco explained to her taking his small bag from the chair outside the office they were standing by.

“We don’t do it?” Hermione asked him with curiosity in her head.

“No.” Draco answered her giving a very small nod and smile at her. “They only want to test the male species I supposed if we had anything to off the would-be brides.”

“Such an unfair way to do this.” Hermione quietly commented thinking about it.

“But you would have a different test.” Draco said. “I asked them what witches are supposed to do.”

Hermione’s eyes lit up at his direction.

“A test?” she asked. “For us?”

“Some sort of written and logical test.” Draco explained to her. “They couldn’t disclose it all to me and all that. I casually just asked them-“

“Some sort of logical and reasoning test, huh?” Hermione said with a shake of her head. “Supposed their checking if the female that will reproduce the whole society all over again are right to their heads. But if you asked me, this whole Marriage Law isn’t right to begin with.”

“Nobody in their right minds would succumb to this law.” Draco said with a shake from his head. “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t succumb to it.”

“But you can have a choice, right?” Hermione asked him.

Draco shook his head.

“There are bylaws to be followed, Granger. And besides, I’m sure you’ve known and noticed that my entire bloodline has broken all the laws out there for me to gain a special pass out of this.”

There was silence between them.

Hermione could feel the regret he was having at the moment and the contempt in his voice once more.

“Malfoy..” Hermione slowly began not really knowing why she suddenly wanted to say something comforting.

“I have to go.” Draco said. “It was really quite nice having this conversation with you.”

“This conversation?” Hermione quietly asked him, slightly bewildered.

“Yes.” Draco said. “You and I – talking casually without you yelling at me and attempting to murder me or something.”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something as he walked away from her but no words came out.

“See you around, Granger.” Draco called back to her raising a hand in a backward way to say goodbye.

Hermione watched as he walked away, vanishing as he reached another turn at the end of the corridor.

“See you, Malfoy.” Hermione quietly said, biting her lower lip and grinning to herself without realizing it as she headed back to the corridor to the elevators to meet up with Harry.
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