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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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Chapter Seventeen Contracts

“How long does she have to stay here?” Harry asked.
“About two or three more days.” Draco replied checking a chart in his hand. “I need to run a few more tests for her.”
Harry was silent.
They were outside Hermione’s private room now where she had been transferred. Draco had to put her to sleep in order for her to be released from the pain she had been enduring. He immediately called in the emergency team to bring her to a private room where he could tend and focus more on her needs.
It turns out that her system was indeed collapsing due to over fatigue. She should not have been back to work after the elevator incident.
Despite that he was the one who had endured more from the accident, he was able to rest and being a Healer himself, he was able to specifically know how to tend to his physical body’s needs. Hermione, on the other hand, had neglected what her body had been begging prior to the accident – which was rest.

“How long had she been working nonstop?” Draco had to ask Harry as he led him to his newly established clinic in the hospital.
“For as long as I can remember.” Harry replied as they reached the door of his office.
Draco looked up at him with question in his eyes.
“Sorry.” Harry quickly said. “I meant.. Well, Hermione had been rolling on with her work the moment she graduated from Hogwarts.”
“You mean after her graduation, she took the job she was offered by the Ministry two weeks before graduation?” “How did you know about that?” Harry asked, puzzled. “Everyone knows everything at Hogwarts.” Draco said unlocking his door and ushering him to follow him. “Besides, it’s not like it’s a secret that everyone wants to hire her after school. You must have seen her grades yourself.”
“I heard you came in second.” Harry commented, unable to stop himself.
Draco looked back at him before letting him inside.
“What?” Harry asked. “Everybody knows everything at Hogwarts.”
Draco shook his head and Harry could swear that he had smirked.
He let Harry inside the room.
“Only second, Potter.” Draco said. “First will always be first. Big gap of difference.”
It was just two floors up from where Hermione’s suite was located. Harry watched as he unlocked it with wards and entered. His mind was still with Hermione as they entered the room.
It was a nice clinic and not something too extravagant as he had expected. The walls were in a relaxing shade of grey and white, bookshelves were paneled in a corner, a table by the window was placed, two chairs before the table for the patients, a room for a long couch near the bookshelves and a table corner for tea or coffee.

A door at the corner suggested that it was the washroom. “You don’t have an assistant?” was the first question Harry had after his eyes roamed the room.
Draco looked up at him with a slight surprise on his face.
“Not really necessary.” Draco said. “I’m under probation here for a few months so until then, I’m not considered a permanent resident doctor.” Harry nodded as he offered to seat over one of the chair.
Harry picked the long couch and waited for Draco to finish his reading He couldn’t believe it. They were in one room and not trying to kill one another and was actually talking about Hermione’s well-being.
“So Hermione..” Harry slowly began. “She has to stay here?”
“Yes.” Draco answered. “She’s allowed visitors and company. You can stay in.” Draco was already quick into knowing what Harry was really trying to ask.
It’s not that he wasn’t aware of their on-goings or whatever wasn’t.
“And you’re going to be her attending Healer?” he asked, unable to stop himself.
Draco stopped reading. He knew that Harry was going to ask that. He closed the chart and walked towards Harry and sat over the chair near the couch.
“Yes.” Draco truthfully answered. “But you may request someone else if you have the feel that you need to.”
Harry was silent.
He wasn’t sure what to say on that.
Draco seemed good at his job with what he’s heard of his records at Paris. He did study abroad so if anyone had any advance knowledge on mostly anything about all these, he could possibly be the best answer.
But he was Draco Malfoy – and Hermione was the one on the line.
Was he worth trusting even just for once? After all, Snape did deserve a chance. Why not Draco?
He helped him in the war. His mother lied to the Dark Lord about his life and he threw him back his wand at the last moments of the battle that ultimately led to the demise of the Dark Lord.
What was to lose if he trusts him now?
Hermione.
Hermione was to be lost if Draco suddenly decides to be his old self. But there was no point to that. Was there?
“No.” Harry quickly replied giving a very short and quick smile. “I’m alright with you tending to Hermione.” Draco stared at him with utmost question in his eyes.
“Are you sure?” Draco asked him.
“Yeah. I guess.” Harry said with obvious reluctance.
“Actually Potter, I am asking you because if I will be attending her until the end of her therapy sessions and the post-therapy checkups, you would need to sign something.”
“Sign something?” Harry asked, slightly bewildered.
“Yes.” Draco said as he slowly stood up and walked to his table. “Like some waiver.”
He moved some files and opened his drawer and took out three pieces of parchment. They were the same parchments – one was for the patient or guarding to sign, one for himself and one copy for the hospital.
It was a contract of agreement that Draco would be attending to the patient until she was fully recovered. He handed the copies to Harry.
“This is new hospital policy. I wasn’t also aware at the beginning but they’ve began this a year or two ago.” Harry kept on reading the conditions of the contract. “They’ve implemented it for the sake that should something happen to the patient, they know which Healer to check on. Security and health purposes that are actually for the patient.”
“So if she dies, we all know that it’s you?” Harry asked with glint in his eyes.
“Yes.” Draco replied without blinking. “If she dies, it’s my name, my license, my career – practically my head - on the line.”
Harry wasn’t sure if that was comfort to his ears or if it was like betting with a devil.
“What protection does it give you?” Harry asked. “I mean, contracts work two ways.”
“It assures I have a job.” Draco simply replied. “It assures I have constant and consistent patient and therefore, money won’t lack for the Healers.”
“That’s it?” Harry asked.
“That’s it.” Draco nodded. If he was going to read it, Harry knew that they were on the winning side. “So if I want to change the Healer now, we should do it now? And not later?” “Yes.” Draco replied. “She’s been assigned me. I can’t say no to her. The only reason she won’t be my patient is if you would prefer and request for another one asap.”
“Is she in a condition that she needs an immediate attending Healer?” Harry asked him.
A hint of doubt passed Draco’s eyes.
Harry folded his arms.
“Seriously, Malfoy.” Harry said. “You need to tell me. Let’s disregard every other aspect of this circumstance except for Hermione’s well-being-“
“I don’t want to boast. But I’m the one fit to check on her. I’ve handled post-accident-trauma-fatigue in Prague in my two months of seminar and trial residency there. I can handle her.”
“You can handle her?”
“I’m fit for the job.” Draco said. “If I was to be honest with you, I’m the only one who has experienced in the advance therapy that will be done to her.” Harry fell silent. That doesn’t really give him any choice now, right? “So you’re our only choice?”
Harry slowly asked.
“You can get another Healer, Potter. But they will still come to me for consultation and more or less, you’d still see me through her therapy sessions as I would be guiding the chosen Healer and Medi-Witches. I’m not forcing you to take me. But I’m saying you would be saving enough time and money.”
“We don’t have a problem with money.” Harry suddenly lash at him unable to stop himself.
Draco stared back but he forced himself not to say anything.
His comment didn’t really come out right.
Ofcourse Harry alone has money – his Gringotts inheritance from his parents that never seem to run out, his earnings from the Ministry of Magic and what all other heroes of the war has received other than their Order of Merlin.
Of course he has money.
Draco moved to his table in order to avoid further conflict on the subject.
“If you will read through the contract, if the patient feels that within the three months or half of the time of whatever treatment is to be given to him or her isn’t working, he or she can easily request to be transferred to another Healer. Some tests would be ran by the hospital and if proven true, he or she will be given another Healer. But I won’t have the same rights. I’m going to have to try and heal whoever is given to me as patient. I can’t say no to whoever is assigned to me.”
Harry was silent as he continued reading.
The conditions of the contract were quite good for his and Hermione’s sake.
“So if in three months she isn’t better, we can replace you?”
“Tests would be run to prove your statement first.” Draco said. “But yes, you can replace me if in three months Hermione feels like she isn’t getting any better but worse.” Harry nodded at him as he contemplated the decision to be made.
“You’ll have your time to think about all these.” Draco said standing up. “Once Hermione is awake you can talk to her about it. You have a week to decide but at the time that the week will proceed, I’d be the attending Healer for her.”
“Yes, alright. I’ll talk to her through it.” Harry said with a short smile too as he stood up. He handed over the contract but Draco shook his head. “Keep your copy. So you can decide better and she can read it herself.” Draco said taking only the two other copies.
“Yes, okay.”
“When she is ready to sign, just let me know.” Draco said. “Because I need to sign it up to the heads of the hospital and all. You’ve got a week anyway-“
“I think she needs a permanent Healer as soon so I’ll talk to her once she wakes up.” “Alright.” Draco said walking to open the door for him. “I’ll have my rounds for the day and a couple of meetings and seminar I have to tend to. I’ll have to come back to her tonight for my night rounds.”
“Right, okay.” Harry said taking the contract with him and walking out of the door. “I’ll see you tonight then er Healer Mal-“
“Malfoy is alright, Potter.” Draco said with a short smile. “No need to fret with titles.” “Yeah. Okay.” Harry said nodding at him.
“Thanks. I’ll see you tonight then.” Draco nodded and watched as Harry turned away from his clinic and closed the door behind him. He sighed heavily as sank behind the door.
“That went well.” Draco said, feeling relieved.

He had been thinking that it was going to be one of those difficult talks again especially when he found out that he had to tend to Hermione. Well, Potter doesn’t seem to have a problem with him nor of his existence at London or anywhere else in the world – at the moment.
It was Hermione who seemed determined to knock him out. But he couldn’t think of it that way as of now or as long as she was his patient. He walked back to his table and read back through Hermione’s health records that he’s managed to gain and gathered. He had been reading it and was curious with the facts that he has read about her and her health. He wanted to tend to her and tend well to her.
But he could only do that if she permits him. And that is quite a task harder than anything he has yet to face in his career path.

“Your father should hear about this.” Pansy said as he helped Draco tend to the large, red, painful and fresh punch mark that Hermione had just given him. “Forget it.” Draco spat, grabbing the compress from Pansy’s hands and shoving her hand away from him.
Hermione had just punched him straight over the face earlier in their class.
The last thing he could remember were the blurry vision of her physique in her pink hoodie and next thing he knew, her fist had collided right over his face. He couldn’t do anything.
He could hear Potter and Weasley trying to hold off their laughs as he staggered over the grounds and screamed back at them that his father would hear about it. In all honesty, his father would and should NEVER hear about it. It was one of those things that he’d be scolded for.
Not that he was punched by a female classmate but by a Mudblood let alone. He was never going to hear the end of it.
“Nobody writes to father about this.” Draco spat at them staring at his cronies and at Pansy with a stern look.
“But Draco-“
“Don’t but Draco me you stupid girl!” Draco angrily said staring at her in a threatening way. “I said, my father will NOT hear about this!”
“Alright, he won’t.” Pansy said, throwing the other compress over his bed.
“Will you not have dinner?” asked Crabbe concernedly.
“No.” Draco said tending to the pain over his nose that he felt Hermione had broken into two. “I’ll skip it. Don’t want anyone seeing me like this, eh?”
“You can tell Snape.” “I don’t need Snape to know everything.”
“He’s your godfather.” “I said, I don’t need Snape to know everything.”
He stared up at his so-called friends.

Everyone always knew back at home what he was doing – there was no privacy to it. And as his father had always reminded him, once the Dark Lord has risen, there will be absolutely no privacy to his followers so he better get used to the idea of it.
But it wasn’t in that case.
At first he liked it – being given all the attention – but lately, he seemed to begin to want to keep things to himself.
If he tells a Slytherin friend, they would tell their mothers or fathers and would certainly reach his own parents the following day.
But he was growing up.
He was no longer the little boy that he used to be.
He wanted to be his own man – he wanted to make his father proud and him finding out about today’s incident that began because of some large, bloody bird would certainly not win his father out.

“We’ll have dinner.” Pansy said. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever.” Draco said turning away from them.
He listened as their footsteps faded and the door of his dormitory closing.
He waited until their footsteps and voices no longer echoed. And then he sighed heavily and laid back down on his bed in peace.
The dormitory was empty except for him and his thoughts.
And just like that, as he tended to Hermione’s mark from her attack, he was smiling.

He wasn’t sure why and wasn’t even aware he was doing it. But he was smiling at the thought of her angered facial expression and her feisty action to just recklessly punch him because he had angered her and had reached her limit.
He couldn’t help but smirk.
“Bloody hell, Granger.” He should be angry, but for some reason he couldn’t be fully angry about it.
Hermione Granger – smart, primp and proper and everything else that was nice – just punched him straight up over the face for some bloody bird. He could only smile.

“You should eat.” Harry pointed out as he nodded towards the dinner tray at her bedside table.
“I’m not hungry.” Hermione said, turning to the other side of the bed to face the window that was covered anyway.
The room by now was filled with flowers, balloons and sorts of gifts from the Weasley family, from friends and co-workers at the Ministry of Magic. Harry’s absence from work only proved true about the rumours that she was at the hospital.
Harry of course had to take the same three days leave from work from Kingsley who immediately allowed him knowing it was because of Hermione. “Hermione, you can’t have some hunger strike against me.”
“Oh, try me.” Harry’s eyes narrowed.
He could do well into being very patient with her but lately, she was beginning to be very unreasonable especially if it comes into terms with Malfoy. When she woke up, she told him about what has happened and Harry had to tell her what Draco had said during the time she was asleep.
He showed her the contract from which they haven’t signed yet. If Hermione refuses to sign it, as the said guardian he could sign it.
He was very tempted to sign it already to ensure her health safety. But of course, he still wanted Hermione’s consent.
“It’s only a few months of therapy.”
“Find another Healer.”
“I’ve already talked to the Head Healer and to others and their best suggestion is Draco. He was also the first to tend to you so..”
“So technically, he should be my permanent attending Healer?” she asked sitting up on the bed. Harry quickly put down the tray of food he was holding and went to her.
“Relax.” Harry said calming her back down over her bed “I get your point. I’ll ask again.”
“If you say that Malfoy is assigned to me because he has no choice, make them make a choice then.” Hermione was too spiteful at times that Harry was no longer sure if she was still being reasonable.
He understands that she was still angered by what has happened to her parents but he had seen Draco suffer all its consequences
. And if he’d be honest with himself, the sins of the father shouldn’t be the sins of the son. And if he had to pay for anything that he has done in the past, he already paid dearly and more of it.
“I’ll try to work something on it, but I’m not making any promises.” Harry said and Hermione could tell the seriousness in his tone this time. Still, she didn’t say anything.
She remained listening but unmoving from her position on the bed. “Hermione.”
“I’m tired, I want to sleep.”
“I get you.” Harry said sighing heavily. “I get you, ‘Mione. But you’ve got to move on.” Hermione still didn’t say anything.
It was frustrating Harry. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy and there were things and wounds from the war that will never really heal those who had been affected dearly by it. But the Weasleys survived their losses. His friends had survived what became of their other friends and family and loved ones. He had survived what he had endured.
Everyone was slowly starting a new life and had claimed the life brought forward after the second war.
Everyone else had moved on with the life from the war – slowly, surely – but had moved on. Even Snape had moved on. And that fact alone was saying something. Why couldn’t she move on?
“Hermione.”
“I said, I’m tired.” Hermione said.
“I want to be left alone. You can go home tonight.” Harry stared at her, mouth half open and halfway insulted. Hasn’t he done enough for her? Could he never be enough for her?
“Suit yourself.” Harry said taking his bag from the couch of the room.”I’d be at the café doing some work. Have me buzzed downstairs if you need anything.” No reply.
“Hermione, you’ve got to move on.” Harry said as he walked to the door. “I know this isn’t easy.. I know it’s hard. I know what it feels like to lose.. to lose your parents.. but we’ve already survived the war – everyone else is starting a new life – you’ve got to come back to reality. You’ve got to move on.”

Still no answer.

And with that, Harry turned to the door and left her alone to her thoughts. The moment the door closed shut, Hermione sighed heavily and hot-white tears that she had been controlling for the past hours had gone streaming nonstop from her eyes.
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