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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:

Crazy, Crazy week it is.
Here is another chapter since I have an hour free in my hands while I await my Yoga class.
The week is a long stretch.
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Hope to hear your comments!!!! Catch up with the story again xx

Chapter Fifteen
Encounters

“You’re murdering my side of the burger, ‘Mione.” Harry said staring and moving her legs from him as he reached forward.

They were in Hermione’s living room, both still in their Ministry uniforms and bodies outstretched over her large couch and eating take-out.

They were halfway into sharing a very large burger as Hermione told Harry about her day at the Ministry and the tests that she took.

She got into the part when she was answering some supposedly ‘logical’ questionnaire so the Ministry may get to know her better when Harry noticed her mood changing as she began to unevenly and roughly cut the burger in half.

Hermione gave him the platter with the burger and watched as Harry sliced them and tried to make it look edible still after Hermione’s murder of it as she continued with her rant and banter.

“The questionnaire was as illogical and irrelevant as I thought it would be. I mean, who even made that? Did they even had that questionnaire checked or double checked or spelled-checked or something?”

Harry shook his head in both amusement and agreement to everything that she was saying.

He sat back over the couch and Hermione laid back her legs over his as he handed her part of the burger.

“I mean – seriously. Asking me how much I’ve earned?”

“They’re asking everyone the same things.”

“No, I think they’re asking Muggle-Born a different type of questionnaire. I saw the girl. She was shuffling through her papers – she may have been looking for papers that were filed especially for us.”

Harry watched her munch on the burger all the way talking in a mouthful of how unfair and fowl the whole Marriage Law process was.

“So when are you going to get your skill test done?” Hermione asked him a little while later as she finished half of her part of the burger.

Harry shook his head at her and Hermione stared back at him.

She already knew the answer.

“You’ve already taken it, you little chit.” Hermione said playfully kicking him around his rib area.

“Everyone’s going to take it, ‘Mione.” Harry said grabbing the end of her foot and keeping it in place.

Hermione frowned back at him and rolled her eyes.

“Seriously.” Hermione said as she took two more bites while Harry waited for her mood to return into a better light.

“’Mione.”

“Fine.” Hermione said. “What did you do? What was asked? Put it into detail.”

“Malfoy was right.” Harry slowly said. “More like skill tests. On what we know – spells we specialize in, spells we are weak, a couple of questions on how are magic were first brought out or when it started showing signs – basically more on-“

“More on how powerful you are.” Hermione slowly said narrowing her eyes. “And then they’re testing us – the girls rather – on how intellectual we are. That’s fucking brilliant.”

“Wait, what?” Harry asked not catching up as Hermione quickly settled her feet back down on the carpeted floor and stood up.

“I get it now.” Hermione said shaking her head and crossing her arms as she paced the room. “Brilliant, fucking brilliant. Who thought about this?”

“About what?” Harry asked her still completely confused.

“Oh, honestly, Harry.” Hermione impatiently said. “They’re checking the skill-abilities of the men and intellectual capacity of the women.”

Harry still looked slightly lost at her word.

“And that’s going to help reproduce properly how exactly?”

“Dominion.” Hermione quickly supplied him as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “They’re going to pair one individual to either be advance at magic or with their intellectual capacity.”

“You mean one should be skillful or intelligent and the other not so?”

“Precisely.” Hermione said shaking her head. “So that when they do have to – you know-“

“To have sex, Hermione. You can say it.”

“Whatever. Yes, that.” Hermione said nodding her head. “The other can’t say no simply because the other is so dominating over the other. They can’t pair up two stupid individuals because that’s going to cause them the ‘future child to be’ and will be of no use into the society and then they also can’t pair to brilliant individuals because that’s going to be chaotic when both parties could think for themselves without submission.”

Harry was silent as he tried to figure this out again and again in his head.

It didn’t make sense at first but now that Hermione was talking him into it carefully, it did make sense to him.

“They’ve asked you to return, right?” Harry asked her.

“Yes.” Hermione said. “Taking this through, I supposed what we did earlier was some early assessment on how we do so they can easily put us all into a categorized box and once we’re there-“

“That’s when the second test is going to be.” Harry supplied with a serious look over his face.

“And that’s when they’re going to really categorized us together or rather pair us up.”

“Fucking stupid and brilliant.” Harry said looking up at her and the snotty look over her face.

“I don’t think it’s about dominance though.” Hermione suddenly said. “It may be there.. but it couldn’t be their priority.”

Harry looked back at her.

It was going to be a long and rough night of debating things with her again.

But then again, what and how else did the two of them really spend their time together?

He sighed heavily and took another bite of his burger while he let her sink in his arms, almost tearful.

He hated it.

He hated that she was suffering all her worries when he was there – just right there to make things easier for the both of them and she was denying him because she fears of running their friendship all the while.

Draco sighed heavily as he reached his apartment.

The day had been quite long and dragging.

He felt that he was mentally exhausted from all the so-called ‘exams’ he had to take in order to be legally done with his requirements for the Marriage Law that were required of each individual who passed the main category of the law.

He had barely lounged himself at the living room area when something in his fireplace moved.

It was slowly turning green.

“Fuck.” Draco muttered to himself closing his eyes in stress knowing that it was none other than his father.

He didn’t want to receive his father or any message from him or anything from him for the matter.

Draco heavily sighed and picked up his wand from the side of the couch where he just laid it out and walked towards the fireplace.

He muttered something and the fire in the hearth turned purple then green then he slowly backed away as his father slowly walked out of the fireplace.

Draco stared back as his father dusted off soot from his elegant robes and was looking impatiently at him.

“I’ve been there for ten minutes.” Lucius said with a glimmer of impatience in his eyes. “Why is your fireplace barred from the manor?”

Draco raised an eyebrow at him and wanted to say, ‘For this precise reason.’ – but he didn’t.

“It’s barred from a lot of connections.” Raco said. “I don’t want to be easily disturbed or intruded to especially such as this hour.”

“It’s only eight, Draco.” Lucius said walking around his apartment. “Even your grandfather doesn’t go to bed that early.”

His eyes roamed the whole loft – taking in every bit of it.

It was only his first time to really look around the apartment.

He has heard of it and had sought out its exact location since Draco didn’t really give him information.

Since he was taken out of Azkaban, Draco practically delivered him straight to the manor and without further ado, left him there and didn’t really inform him of the place he was temporarily staying in while he was at London.

“It’s orderly but small.” Lucius commented his eyes roaming around the minimalistic interior of the whole area.

“I’m not staying for long.” Draco said, folding his arms and staring up at his father with utmost struggle not to say something disrespectful. “And it’s not exactly like I have company here.”
“Do you want one?” Lucius automatically asked him with a smirk over his face.

He knew that comment and look too well – the small words, the way his eyes looked around, the way his body moved and inched around his apartment – he wasn’t happy with the size and lack of luxurious items around the place in order to parade his name.

Lucius turned around and faced him with a heavy sigh as if struggling himself to keep his tongue from commenting anything further.

“Let’s get to the point.” Draco said. “Why are you here?”

Lucius looked back at him with his eyes momentarily widening at his words.

“I wanted to see you.” Lucius said with a narrowed brow. “Am I not allowed to see my own son?”

“See me?” Draco repeated. “You just saw me when I took you out of Azkaban.”

“Exactly.” Lucius said with a cold smile. “You haven’t returned nor visited the manor, Draco.”

“What for?” Draco asked him. “Is there anything wrong at the manor?”

Lucius looked completely insulted but he was a Malfoy and Malfoy Senior at that.

“Anything wrong?” Lucius asked him. “Pray tell Draco, when are you planning to get your dress robes for the event? When are you planning to help me sort out everything that is needed for the party?”

“The party?” Draco asked, folding his arms and looked back at him with an honest lost look over his face. “What party?”

Now Lucius in no doubt looked completely offended.

“The ball – the gala Draco – that welcomes me back into our world.” Lucius coldly described back at him with a certain indignity in his tone.

Whatever Lucius was expecting of Draco, he didn’t react that way.

Draco completely coughed out into a restrained laughter.

“What is funny?” Lucius asked him pursing his lips and walking forward Draco.

It was at this time in their old conversations that Lucius would certainly intimidate and scare Draco off.

But not this time, not anymore.

Draco stood his ground, unflinching and staring straight back at his father with all the seriousness he could try to muster at that very moment.

“Gala?” Draco slowly repeated. “Gala? Party? A sort of ball? Something like that? For what, exactly?”

“For what?” Lucius incredulously repeated. “Draco – I just got out of goddamn Azkaban and you’re asking me what the gathering is for?”

He was slightly red in the face, voice restrained to keep himself from yelling at his son who seemed unaware of what he was trying to say.

“What do I have to do with it?” Draco casually asked him. “Are you asking me to have the party planned and prepared for you?”

Whether Draco meant that to be serious or sarcastic, it certainly angered Lucius even more.

“Plan it? Prepare it? You’re my son – you’re supposed to be the first one excited and up to do this, Draco!” Lucius flared back at him.

Draco stared back, calm as fuck.

They only stared at one another and Draco could swear that Lucius was losing it.

“I can’t.” Draco simply answered him. “I’m quite busy. I can’t handle that. I’ll have my assistant help you out if you need anything.”

“I don’t need anything Draco!” Lucius angrily said. “Draco – I need – it’s –“

But he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

No, not yet.

Lucius Malfoy was Malfoy senior and there was no way in hell that he was going to admit that he needed anyone – least of all, that he was in desperate need of his son.

“What?” Draco asked him. “What do you need exactly?”

He stared back at him.

Eyes very cold, physique stiff and controlled.

“Fine.” Lucius finally said. “I’ll fucking deal with it. How about tomorrow morning?”

“What about tomorrow morning?”

“Breakfast.”

“I can’t.” Draco said moving towards the fireplace to show him that he was no longer welcome there, but most welcome to leave.

“You can’t?” Lucius asked him without moving from where he stood.

“I can’t.” Draco dismissively said. “I have to go to therapy.”

He gestured at the small bandage around his leg and arm that Lucius had missed earlier.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

“Nothing that concerns you, I believe.” Draco said. “Look, I’m really tired. We can talk some other time. Do you need help with getting back?”

Lucius stared.

Draco was really showing him without qualms that he wasn’t welcome and he wanted to get rid of him.

Not even an offer of a drink or chair was given to him.

He stared back at the fireplace and knew he needed Draco’s help.

Since getting out of Azkaban, he was still not allowed to use a wand and that it was still being debated if he was going to be given one.

He could only do basic magic and apparently traveling back and forth from farther distances would need some help from time to time.

With Draco’s fireplace barring the manor’s he would need magic to get back.

“Yes.” Lucius replied through gritted teeth as he walked towards the fireplace.

Draco nodded.

He moved his wand around and pointed at the hearth where it turned green again.

They stared at one another – too much were being spoken by their gazes but no words were coming out of their mouth.

Lucius nodded and without another word from Draco, he stepped into the green flames and vanished on sight.

The weekend had come and Hermione found herself stuck with paperwork she has missed at the office due to her therapy sessions and the day she had been occupied to follow the requirements with the Marriage Law.

She had entered the café that Saturday afternoon only to find it very full except for one spot by the corner where the wizard was cleaning it off from a previous customer.

“Thanks.” Hermione breathlessly said as she quickly and literally dived towards the table and laid out her pile and pile of parchments of Ministry paperwork.

The wizard gladly smiled at her and let her settle in the spot.

She was supposed to spend the day with Harry at Diagon Alley to buy a couple of new clothes and things for work when he was called early that morning in regards to some Auror Department meeting that was in relation to a couple of unsolved cases a few years back.

Harry didn’t want to go, but Hermione had nagged him to attend since she had things to do herself and that they had the Sunday together to do it anyway.

She always reminded him that their work should be their topmost priority above anything else.

Harry, not wanting to disappoint or argue further, made them coffee that morning after his sleepover and quickly headed to the Ministry of Magic with an unwilling heart.

Hermione lined up for her usual coffee for the few hours she was going to go through her work at the café.

In truth, she wanted to stay in at home and sleep the day off.

For some reason, she felt mentally and emotionally tired lately but like she’s told Harry she had priorities and responsibilities.

Hermione was looking through the glass with the pastries display when the girl behind the bar called for her that she lacked a few Knuts for her drink.

“Oh, sorry.” Hermione said, quickly fidgeting through her small bag for her purse.

The witch stared back patiently at her recognizing her and knowing she was a regular customer there.

Hermione fidgeted through but without any lack.

She didn’t turn around but she could hear the line piling behind her and some old wizard made a snide comment about her ordering for something she couldn’t afford.

She was to turn to lash back at the wizard when someone behind her gently brushed her elbows.

“I got this.” said the gentle voice and the sound of Knuts rolling over the counter.

Hermione looked up and saw Draco standing behind her.

He was looking up at the menu over the board and was pulling out galleons for his own order.

“I’d like to have that Dark Coffee with-“

“What are you doing?” Hermione asked as she was ushered forward the line to wait for her drink.

The witch received Draco’s payment for Hermione’s drink and handed him the small parchment receipt for it.

“I’m ordering coffee.” Draco simply said. “I haven’t had breakfast yet. Do you want anything to eat to go with you drink?”

He looked back at her with a gentle smile over his marred face.

Hermione wasn’t sure if she wanted to get angry or just to walk out.

“I could fend for myself, Malfoy.” Hermione said, folding her arms and blocking him from moving forward the counter after he gestured his order to the witch and paid for it.

“I know you could.” Draco said putting back his change inside his pocket. “I didn’t say you couldn’t.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Hermione coldly said. “You didn’t have to pay for it.”

Draco looked up at her, confused with her cold attitude.

“It’s nothing. It’s just a few Knuts-“

“Exactly.” Hermione said pointing her hand out over the counter. “What do you think? I can’t pay for it?”

Her voice slightly raised and she still didn’t move over her spot so Draco couldn’t as well and they started blocking the line from moving.

“I didn’t say that.” Draco said lowering his voice to not gain attention. “I was just trying-“

“Trying to what?” Hermione angrily said now without consideration over her tone. “Trying to parade the Malfoy pride all over the world?”

Draco stared at her, obviously that sort of comment still hits him hard.

“I’m not trying to do that.” Draco said in a low tone as he straightened his suit and took his receipt from the counter.

He moved stay away from her but Hermione pushed him back in place.

His eyes slightly widened and he stared back at her with surprise.

“Granger-“

“Don’t Granger me!” Hermione said moving her hand away from him. “And don’t touch me!”

People were now staring and they were openly complaining on Hermione and Draco blocking the line.

“SOME OF US WOULD LIKE TO ORDER OUR COFFEE AS WELL!” someone had yelled form the back of the line.
“Yeah! Well get in line!” Hermione suddenly called out behind the line and was about to raise her hand up in the air if Draco wasn’t able to grab it back down last minute.

“Sorry.” Draco called back out, without thinking or hesitation, he didn’t let Hermione’s arm go and he gently pulled her to the side with him. “Can you not make a scene?”

“I’m not making a scene!” Hermione said pushing his hands away from her. “You are making a scene!”

“Excuse me?” Draco asked her back. “I was trying to be nice-“

“Really?” Hermione sarcastically said. “Oh, please. Don’t you think it’s too late for that right now, Malfoy?”

Draco looked back at her, the hurt was growing in his eyes.

Hermione felt that she had crossed the line.

She bit her lip and looked away from him, arms folded and fuming in anger.

“I was just trying to be nice.” Draco said with certain restraint in his tone. “I was trying to do something so that you don’t take too much time from all the people at the back of the line. I’m not trying to parade my name all over the place.”

Hermione stared at him, unable to think of anything to lash back at him.

Draco waited but she didn’t say anything.

“It’s just Knuts.” Draco said. “It’s not a big deal and for the record, I didn’t clearly see that it was you in front of me.”

He turned to leave her to get his coffee but Hermione called him back.

“Where are you going?” Hermione asked him.

“I’m going to stay away from you so that you have a peaceful day.” Draco casually answered her. “Why?”

“Well, because – because well – “ Hermione began to search for words. “Because I need to pay that.”

“Well, your purse is lost in the first place, yes?” he asked her back with a knowing look over his face that irritated Hermione even more.

“Fine.” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “I’ll send you the money then.”

“Granger, it’s just Kn-“

“Which hotel are you staying in?” Hermione asked folding her arms at him whilst looking and sounding bossy.

“What-“

“I will pay you there.” Hermione said. “I mean, I will send my payment there.”

Draco stared at her in disbelief.

“I’m not staying in a hotel.” Draco clarified to her.

“Fine.” Hermione said again. “I’ll send it over your manor then.”

“Neither am I staying at the manor.”

Hermione opened her mouth to stay something when she realized what he said.

A very brief concern passed in her eyes.

“Where are you staying then?” Hermione asked him.

“I have a loft a few blocks from here.” Draco said. “Staying in at a hotel isn’t something I could get my privacy from. And I think it’s obvious why I don’t want to stay at the manor.”

But it wasn’t obvious for Hermione.

But before she could ask further, the wizard with a tray neared them with their drinks.

He gestured over Hermione’s table near them and slowly settled their drinks altogether.

“Oh, we’re not-“ Hermione began as the waited settled their orders and bowed at them and left.

The moment that the waiter had left, Draco moved forward the table and grabbed his coffee from the table.

“Malfoy-“

“It was nice bumping into you, Granger.” Draco said and without another word, he turned away from her, leaving her completely confused at what had just transpired.

“This seeing with Malfoy is beginning to be consistent, don’t you think?” Harry asked as he entered the kitchen.

He washed his hands over the sink and placed an apron on.

Harry was sleeping over at her place for the night because he needed to research something with her help.

He stared at her as she minced the vegetables over the table for their soup for dinner.

“Tell me about it.” Hermione said rolling her eyes as she continued to dice up the vegetables.

“And this whole murdering our meals is also beginning to be consistent.” Harry said, pointing up at the ground beef across the table.

“That’s for the soup.” Hermione said. “You can start steaming that.”

Hermione looked completely annoyed.

She had come home and told him about the latest encounter with Malfoy.

“Do you think he’s stalking you?” Harry wondered. “I mean, you know..”

“No.” Hermione said with completely in denial in her tone. “I don’t think so. Why would he do that?”

“Yeah, why would he do that?” asked back as he prepared to finish other things over the kitchen for their dinner.

Hermione was silent.

She had been thinking of their encounters.

They were no longer funny to be honest but if she was going to be truthful as well, she was bloody curious about his actions.

“Let’s not talk about him.” Hermione said. “I don’t want to talk about Malfoy.”

“Okay. Sorry.” Harry said. “Anyway, about the memo at the office, did you get it?”

“Which?” Hermione asked. “They said us gazillions of memos everyday.”

“The one about your favourite law.” Harry said carefully observing her.

A clatter of the knife.

A loud sigh.

“What now about it?” she asked him folding her arms.

“In a few weeks’ time they’re going to announce a couple of rules and perhaps the first set of pairings.”

“First set of pairings?” Hermione incredulously pairing. “What’s this? Lottery or raffle?”

“Hermione.” Harry said putting down whatever it was he was holding and going to him. “You know this would come to it.”

“You should have done something about it and I’m serious.” Hermione said with a frown.

She folded her arms and looked away from him.

“’Mione.” Harry whispered, taking hold of her gently and embracing her from the back.

She didn’t stop him, if any, she looked sad and hopeless.

“I know you guys are trying to rebuild this world – we all are – but is this really the solution?”

“The population has gone down considerably bad and you know the effects of the potion that had been distributed has been-“

“What did Professor Snape say about it?” she asked him. “Is it completely hopeless?”

“He said that he’d rather kill himself than marry someone he doesn’t love.”

“Not like he can get away with it.”

“He’s brilliant. He can fake his death.”

Hermione looked up at him.

“Let’s fake our death then?” she suggested sheepishly.

Harry pinched her around the ribs.

“Nope. Never gonna happen. Sorry.” Harry said kissing her forehead. “Why do you evade our solution?”

“What solution?”

“Oh come on.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed.

“Oh, come on too, Harry.” Hermione said removing Harry’s arms around her waist.

There was nothing laschivous about it but she totally didn’t feel comfortable with it if they were talking about that particular subject.

“Sorry, sorry.” Harry quickly said holding her tighter. “Sorry, won’t say anything about it. Stay still.”

Hermione sighed heavily and remained where she was then.

“I would marry you if it’s not going to ruin anything between us.”

“It’s not going to.”

“You know how.. how things..”

“How broken you are?” Harry asked her seriously. “You weren’t the only one broken by this war, Hermione.”

He slowly let her go and made her face him.

There was sadness, hurt and shame all over her face.

He stared down at her.

She didn’t move.

He slowly moved away from her with hurt in his eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Hermione said. “You know I’ve been trying to fix my life for the past weeks and months.. and years.. and..It’s not easy.”

“Nobody said it was easy.” Harry said and there was that hint of seriousness in his voice that made her fear that she did really hurt him this time.

“Harry-“

“That’s your problem. You think everyone is going to hurt you or you’re going to hurt everyone-“

“Harry, I Obliviated my parents!” Hermione suddenly said. “I Oblivated them and then I lost them in the process of getting them back! Do you know do you-“

“I grew up as an orphan. My mum died for me. I haven’t forgotten.” Harry said, giving her an angry and hurt look.

“Harry-“

“I’m not hungry.” Harry said and he angrily removed his apron around his body and threw it over the counter.

“I’m sorry. Harry-“

“I remember I need to finish something at home. I’m not sleeping over.”

And with that, he left the kitchen with everything else there, Hermione feeling even more broken and went off with his very heavy heart.
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