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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Sixteen
Beginnings

“What’s wrong, Draco?” Pansy asked as she walked into the Slytherin Common Room.

Draco was alone by the fireplace and was tossing a coin in his hand.

He looked like he was in deep thought when Pansy entered the room.

“Nothing.” Draco said quickly taking the coin out of sight. “Where have you been?”

“Professor Pink-Fat-Face asked for me.” Pansy said with a smug look over her face. “She wants an update about Potter’s recent activities.”

“What did you tell her?” Draco asked, eyes narrowed.

“Nothing yet.” Pansy replied sitting in front of him. “You told me not to shed anything to anyone else yet about that Ravenclaw chick pouring all secrets out with her friend.”

Draco looked away from her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “When are you telling Umbridge?”

“Not yet.” Draco said, pocketing the DA’s coin they’ve taken from Cho Chang. “Not now. When the time is right. We need more evidence-“

“More evidence?” Pansy shrewdly asked. “We’ve got their stories and you’ve got that bloody coin-“

“I said, when the time is right.” Draco coldly cut her off.

She looked back at him and kept silent.

“What’s the letter about?” she slowly asked. “It’s from your father, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Draco replied. “None of your business.”

“I’m only curious.”

“It’s not like your father doesn’t know.” Draco sneered at her.

“My father happens not to know.” Pansy pointed out coldly.

She stood up and stared down at Draco.

“I’m only concerned.”

“You don’t have to.”

He looked away from her, obviously annoyed by her attitude.

In the eyes of the Slytherins and of Hogwarts population, Pansy was some sort of girlfriend for the Malfoy heir.

In truth, she was nothing more than some scum and crony for Draco.

Pansy could be pretty and patient but not at the same time.

As she once mentioned to Draco, she could only take so ( so instead of as) much and as the years pass by, her tolerance for the boy was thinning.

Her family, despite being mostly Slytherins and were supporters of the Dark Lord and his army, were nevertheless free of Death Eater’s mark and complete and serious association.

She feels completely (insert caught here) off-guard and disgusted every time Draco mentions and thinks that her family is some slave to the Dark Lord and his allies.

“Your father has plans, Draco.” Pansy pointed out even if Draco seemed not to listen to her anymore. “And whether that goes as planned or not, I am here for you.”

Draco didn’t answer.

He remained unmoving, eyes straight at the hearth of the fireplace.

Pansy waited for nothing.

Without another word, she stalked and stomped away from him and ran up the girl’s dormitory with gentle tears at the corner of her eyes.

Unknowing to her and to anyone else, Draco was scared as hell to that plan of the Dark Lord.

He knew of the task his father has to retrieve very soon.

And he was scared that if he fails, things will go down.

The war was taking a serious toll in the Wizarding World and as his mother told him, sooner or later they were going to be basked into that circle of war whether they like it or not.

He knew the dangers of it all even if he has never seen a real war in his life and had never lost anything or anyone before.

But this he knew in himself that forever whatever happens and whatever it takes, he’d do anything to protect his mother – to the fires in hell may his father may go through.

It was an early morning head start for Draco.

Dressed in a good suit and attire, he made himself look very good that morning.

Other than the burn mark over his face that he had to glimpse over his morning mirror check, everything about him looked handsome.

Draco made it early at St. Mungo’s where he was scheduled for appointment – not for therapy session or anything physically about his health, but for his application.

Seeing that it seems he would have to stay for quite some more time at London due to the needs of his father and the Marriage Law that required him to stay at the country he was citizen of, he knew he had to do something with his time.

Any Healer job would do well for him as he convinced himself early on to accept.

Physically, he was well and better recovered than Hermione since other than the sessions at St. Mungo’s for weeks, he knew how to tend to himself and had some Healers drop by at St Mungo’s for some private and advance therapy sessions that Hermione would certainly not be able to afford herself and would be too questionable if he paid for it.

Academically, his level and grades were beyond the required level as he had learned advance lessons and things outside of London – so he was hoping that the hospital would just overlook his surname and hire him.

This was his second time to be called in for the application and he hoped that this time around, there was an opening for him.

The lift’s doors opened and he was greeted in a familiar floor.

It was at the same floor he had his therapy sessions and it was the same floor where the office of the Healer who would interview him for the job position he was applying for.

“Here goes bloody nothing.” Draco whispered to himself as he nervously exited the lift and straightened p his clothes.

He walked down the quiet corridor, greeting some Healers and Medi-Witches along the way.

He looked back at them with a curt nod.

Some of them recognized him from the therapy department and greeted him back and some gave him a mere glance.

The whole world hasn’t entirely forgotten that name Malfoy and what it meant after all.

He sighed and walked down the corridor of the office he was to meet the Healer.

He tried to brush off all the negativity there could be around him.

He needed this job.

He needed to prove something in his life.

Not more than fifteen minutes, the doors opened and he was called in.

The office was plain grey and white and the old Healer was behind her desk.

She was reading something in her hands – obviously his records.

“Have a seat, Mr. Malfoy.” The Healer said with a gesture over the small couch.

“Thank you.” Draco nervously said sitting down.

The office was clear and simple and he could tell that this Healer was someone a person of good intellect and simplicity.

He watched as he lifted parchment after another, checking his records clearly and obviously had nothing to say with his marks.

“Second in overall grading at Hogwarts?” she asked peering from behind her spectacles as she had a page lifted

“Yes.” Draco replied with a small smile. “I graduated the same year as Miss Granger and I think everyone knows she has good-“

“Ah yes, yes.” the Healer said turning to another page. “Miss Hermione Granger – we’ve sent her a letter before if she would like a year spent to work here at St. Mungo’s.”

“Right, yes.” Draco quietly said waiting patiently as she lifted through more pages.

“Your practices abroad are eventful and dashing in numbers.” she continued with an obvious and genuine show of Draco’s grades impressing her.

“I tried my best to do hard work here and abroad.” Draco quietly said with a hopeful look over his eyes. “I’m very hardworking madam, I can tell you-“

“Yes, I can tell in your records.” she replied. “But you must understand that salaries at hospitals are not as extravagant as earnings in businesses-“

“No, no, I mean – I now that, I quite understand that.” Draco quickly said. “I’m not after – I’m not after the salary-“

“Ofcourse Mr. Malfoy, you really wouldn’t be.” the Healer said slowly closing his files.

Draco bit his lower lip.

He knew that tone too well.

He moved at the edge of his seat.

“Madam, if you would just let me – just maybe for a temporary job – it’s experience that I need-“

“Like I’ve said Mr. Malfoy, hospitals do not pay well – and I’m sure that you could have double or even triple these earnings at any Malfoy businesses that your family must have-“

“No, I mean – the experience here at hospital – I need a bit more of-“

“You look well-rounded and fit for your empire.” the Healer gently said handing back his profile to him and her copy back over her table.

Draco looked slightly disappointed already.

He was going to be sent out any time soon and be told off to just bask on his riches and do well with their business – like the many other applications he has gone through.

“Madam, please.” Draco said sounding slightly desperate now. “It’s really only the experience I need-“

“The hospital in Paris seemed very fond of your work there. Perhaps they can accommodate you-“

“But-“

“I do not wish to be rude, Mr. Malfoy but at the moment there is no job position suitable and at par for your skills and capacity.”

Draco’s mouth run dry.

No job whatsoever?

The hospital was quite big and he has heard that they hire interns from time to time.

He only needed any kind of job – anything at all – to spend his time with and to enhance more of his skills.

Why wouldn’t they give him a chance?

Draco closed his eyes and sighed heavily and for a moment, the Healer looked slightly alarmed at him.

“I’m sorry, but I came here at the impression that even the smallest job or assistance of any sort – may be of some use for me – I’ve read about your advertisement over the paper-“

“That position has been filed in.” the Healer interjected.

She was still smiling but Draco could feel the sense that she was now more than willing to kick him out of her office.

Draco nodded quietly.

“Right.” he took his files from the table nodding to himself. “I understand.”

Of course he had to understand.

It was that again – him and his name and his father’s mistakes once more.

“Paris seems happy with your performance, Mr. Malfoy.” the Healer said walking to the door to open it for him. “I’m quite sure you are a perfect Healer for their hospital-“

“I can’t go back yet to Paris.” Draco dryly replied. “I have business to attend here that’s why I’m looking for a job at London.”

The Healer chuckled and it was an utmost form of insult for him.

But he ignored it.

“You don’t need a job, Mr. Malfoy.” the Healer outright told him with a smile as she opened the door for him. “Good gracious boy, you don’t need a job anywhere else in the world.”

Draco looked up at her – that look in her eyes told him that either his mother or father has done something to this bloody woman for her to be this way towards him and now as usual, he was going to suffer the consequence of that.

“Thank you for your time and opportunity.” Draco said offering his hand to the old woman. “I really just wanted to start something new.”

“Start something new?” she asked back.

Draco smiled at her.

“You know.” Draco quietly said walking out of the door. “To try my best to erase everything that my mother and father has done to this world. I’ve been trying so hard – to the past years to enslave myself to people and things, jobs and sorts – to prove I am different-“

“Mr. Malfoy, look-“

“I’ve been trying so hard, aren’t I?” Draco asked her with a dry smile. “But tell me, no matter what I do and how far I go, it’s never going to be enough, isn’t it?”

The Healer was silenced.

Some conscience seemed to passed her gaze as if realizing that Draco was way younger than his father and way more innocent than the monster’s cruelty to the world.

“Mr. Malfoy-“

“I’m sorry I took so much of your time.” Draco said with a smile. “It was a good try. Have a pleasant week, madam.”

And with that, Draco took his belongings with him and slowly walked out of the room with another disappointed and heavy heart.

He quietly closed the door behind him and began walking down the empty hallway.

Draco had been lost in his thoughts and was already planning to get himself back at his loft and sleep the day off when he heard it – the door opened and footsteps and he was being called back.

The old Healer was looking back at him with an uncertain about her face.

“Mr. Malfoy!” she called back at him.

Draco turned, eyes lit up and his mouth half open as he looked back.

The woman sighed and crossed her arms.

“Actually, there is just this one – one position that has been quite open for some time. It’s a sort of Healer and staff position and I’m not quite sure you’d be willing-“

“I’ll take it.” Draco quickly said walking back to her and a smile spreading across his face.

Draco paced back to her with a grateful look over his face.

“I’ll take it.” Draco excitedly said. “You won’t regret it.”

“I sure hope you don’t.” the Healer said looking up and down at him.

“Are you very sure I don’t have to bring you?” Harry asked Hermione.

“Yes.” Hermione replied as he helped her out of the bed.

They had talked and made up the previous night all the same and Hermione ended up sleeping at his place.

Neither of them could resist the temptation of a pair of book fair tickets for Hermione and a nice chocolate pudding for Harry.

The night had been uneventful and Hermione fairly fell asleep in Harry’s arms on the bed while Harry read her his favourite Quidditch book.

He knew that it bores her out and that it would put her to sleep – something she seems to need a lot lately.

However, the morning came and her body was in some sort of state.

She had been having some pains recently but had been ignoring it however, it has come down that she was now in such pain that getting up from the bed was quite difficult.

“I’m supposed to have a therapy in three days but I think I should really go today.” Hermione said as she slowly moved around and about and Harry helped her dress.

He pulled down her blouse and helped her with her skirt.

It was this little most things that Harry and Hermione shared in private that was beautiful in their relationship – nothing awkward but everything was open and normal for the both of them.

Harry respected Hermione more than anything and anyone else that despite his feelings towards her, even if she walks in naked in his bedroom, he wouldn’t bat an eye unless she tells him so.

He has mastered tolerance and restrain in front of her that dressing her up when she was unwell and very sick has become normal to the both of them.

“I can skip work this morning.” Harry offered as he took the hair tie from her and knelt behind her on the bed.

He gathered her long tresses and pulled it into a messy ponytail the way she likes it.

“It’s fine.” Hermione said. “I can walk. It’s my arms that are painful. The Healers said it’s going to be normal and effect of my therapy but it’s just – I don’t know – it’ll be fine. I promise I’ll get back home after. I won’t go to work today.”

“Yes.” Harry said. “You can barely move your arms.”

Harry finished up with her hair and moved over in front of her on the bed and stared up at her.

“I’ll drop you off to the hospital and be off the work?” he asked her.

“Yes.” Hermione said moving to her and gently bumping her forehead over his. “I appreciate this.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Harry.”

“Come on, we need to get you there.” Harry said kissing her forehead and avoiding her touch.

Hermione smiled at him but had not miss the gesture.

He straightened up his clothes and touched his hair to put it into its ‘messy place’.

Hermione giggled.

“You’re already too good-looking, Harry.” Hermione teased smiling as he helped her out of the bed.

“Yes, I know.” Harry smiled back at her. “I am the Chosen One after all.”

Hermione realized that she had been mustering and keeping all the pain inside of her while she was with Harry.

Because the moment she was at the hospital without Harry, the pain in her seemed to increase.

Healers quickly tended to her and had her taken into a private therapy area.

The pain in her muscles were increasing and they said that the possible causes would be her lack of rest right after her previous and first therapy sessions where her body was still in dire need of rest and she went back to work already.

She was quiet as the Healers explained all these to her- of course they were all right.

She went straight back to work when she wasn’t supposed to.

And now, she was going to suffer the consequences of it all.

“We would let you undergo some advance therapy sessions today, Miss Granger. But don’t you worry as all Healers at the hospital are competent enough to help you get through this.”

“Yes, thank you.” Hermione said. “Will Healer Jones be here?”

“Healer Jones will check upon you but this treatment is different so we’ve sought a different Healer for you. Lucky for you, he has done this well and in advance before abroad.”

“Oh, that’s nice.” Hermione reluctantly said but quite happy at the prospect that she would be in good hands.

“He’s newly hired.” the Healer said settling Hermione onto the bed after helping her dress into hospital robes. “Well, Miss Granger… you’ll do fine here and he’s going to tend to you as soon as he finishes up with his assistant rounds. He’ll be here in a few.”

“Thank you.” Hermione said smiling at the Healer. “If Harry Potter arrives can you just-“

“Yes, we’ll inform him as soon as he arrives.” the Healer replied with a smile. “Good day to you, Miss Granger.”

The door had closed and silence enveloped Hermione.

This was something she wanted and hated at the same time.

Silence gave her peace of mind and it also gave her ache at certain spots in her heart.

She could still hear the screamed (screams or screaming would fit better here) of her past and the nightmares she comes across.

Hermione closed her eyes and tried to block all the unwanted sound that tries to take her in.

It has been a good fifteen minutes and she was already falling into some sort of sleep until she heard the door open again and a male voice came in.

A familiar male voice.

“Hello there uh – goodmorning.” the voice grew slightly louder with the sound of footsteps and shuffling of paper.

Hermione’s brows creased and she tried to open her eyes from her sleepy state.

“I’ve been advised to give you the advance therapy session that which takes for only eight sessions however, I’d like to get a full assessment of you first before we go to it because I don’t like to give you something that you don’t need in the first place.”

Hermione’s eyes shot open.

She knew that voice.

“Right, so first things first, may I get your full name? I’d be tending to you, I’m Healer Mal-”

“Malfoy?!” Hermione’s voice squeaked up turning her head back at him.

Draco nearly dropped the records in his hand that he had been reading.

He had been handed by it and no name was written as she was a walk-in patient for therapy in the emergency department.

“Granger?” Draco asked back with a terrified look over his face. “What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked back trying to get up.

She cried out in pain and Draco’s Healer instincts quickly pushed him forward towards her.

He dropped down the parchments in his hands and quickly tended to Hermione.

“Don’t get up – possible fractures and other muscular-“

“Don’t touch me!” Hermione angrily said, pushing him away.

They looked at one another, both pale and in shock.

Hermione’s pain was growing and her anger towards him was not helping it.

Draco’s Healer instincts was telling him that she needed to be tended to as soon but that his shock of having her as his first private patient was just driving his head down.

What was he going to do?

“Granger, I was-“

“Where’s Healer Jones?” she demanded out of her severe pain.

“She’s not around.” Draco replied. “I don’t know where she is. I’ve only been hired this morning and-“

“Then why the fuck are you the one attending to me?” Hermione asked back. “Shouldn’t there be anyone else – someone more skillful to be here?”

Draco felt insulted for a moment.

Her eyes were staring over his new St. Mungo’s Healer robes for which she has successfully clawed on earlier as she tried to push Malfoy away from her.

He was looking back at her with pure conflict.

“Granger, look-“

“I don’t want you.” Hermione spoke with difficulty through the pain. “Get someone else – anyone else-“

“There’s no one else.” Draco clearly stated out walking nearer the bed again.

She was crouched in pain now, holding her arms out with her legs in an angle as the pain was also slowly creeping to it.

“Granger-“

“I don’t want you Malfoy-“

“I need to tend to you. I think this increase in pain is going to get worse if you don’t let me-“

“I won’t ever let you touch any part of me-“

“Hermione, please be reasonable-“

But Hermione had suddenly screamed in pain.

Something in her body was really growing very painful by the moment.

Draco’s eyes narrowed.

He had read through her file and the symptoms she was showing at the moment only meant one thing.

She had undergone a deep and severe pain from their accident and had not recovered completely.

And now that she was over fatigue from work, her muscles and body tissues were collapsing thoroughly.

Her body was adamantly giving away.

“Hermione, please.” Draco’s voice was desperate. “Just let me tend to you now and then I promise I’d find someone else to tend to you-“

“It hurts-“ Hermione croaked out as she lounged her arms forward, seeking for anything to claw her pain out. “It hurts a lot, Draco-“

“I know, I know.” Draco said moving towards the bed and carefully pulling his wand out from his pocket. “I need to put you for a moment to sleep, is that alright?”

“Anything to stop the pain-“ Hermione cried at him clawing her fingers along his arms. “Make it stop- make it stop-“

“I will, I will.” Draco quickly said pulling his wand out. "Hold on there, Hermione. I've got you."

With a careful touch of the tip of it, Draco muttered something and slowly moved it up and down her arms and then up towards her temple.

The pain slowly but surely decreased and in a moment, Hermione had fallen into a sleep blank of all feelings – physical and emotional.
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