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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As promised, Draco will be in this chapter. Hope you like it!
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Blinded: Chapter 2
As the meeting was finished, Hermione went to pick up her papers and clipboard. A hand on her arm stopped her departure. Looking up, Harry stood there waiting for a response from her. Hermione wasn't sure how she wanted to handle this uncomfortable situation.
"Would you please stay a minute so we can talk?" Harry stepped closer to her while she stepped back in a self-protective move. Her eyes belayed the turmoil she was feeling at his presence. Looking into his familiar green eyes didn't help matters at all. She looked down at his hand that was still lying on her arm. His eyes strayed to where hers landed, and he quickly removed his hand as if he'd been burnt.
"I'm really busy Auror Potter and have many things to do to get this…"
"Stop this Auror Potter shit Hermione! I'm Harry and I've always been Harry to you."
The pain on his face only made Hermione want to leave even faster. She wasn't ready for a confrontation at the moment. Hermione wasn't sure that she would be ready tomorrow, a month from now, or even a year. She hadn't planned on how she would handle the personal things that went along with her return to England. She was ready for the challenge of this job. In fact, she had recently cracked one of the largest child kidnapping and smuggling cases to ever hit France and Germany, Muggle or Wizard, in the past twenty years.
Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt had kept an eye on Hermione Granger ever since she had left Wizarding England; he had been most disappointed to lose such a bright, and brilliant witch to another country. Her perfect NEWT scores had been the ticket to enter any program, in any country. So when the chance came for him to assign a new Deputy of Magical Law Enforcement, he didn't hesitate to go and woo her, grovel at her feet, and beg Hermione to take the job. He had felt and seen her hesitancy about returning. Kingsley didn't know what had happened that had caused Hermione to run from England, but he did know that her home country needed her now. After showing her the pictures of the missing children and how nothing was being accomplished in the case, he knew Hermione would be unable to refuse the job, along with the very huge increase in pay and prestige that the job would bring her. Also, mentioning that the current head of The Magical Law Enforcement would be retiring in a few years, and naturally Hermione would move into that position of power, also motivated her to accept the position and this case.
"Not now Harry…" her eyes plead with him to drop it. Trying to stand tall she started to walk down the stairs when Harry's voice stopped her.
"If not now, when Hermione? You can't keep avoiding all of us forever, even though you've done a fine job of it the past seven years." The hurt in his voice came through as he ended.
He walked down the stairs past her and then turned around, "Not sure if you knew, but I'm a dad with two boys, James and Albus. Everyone says they look a lot like me. No red heads yet to Ginny's dismay." Harry tried to smile, but stopped at the attempt when he saw Hermione wasn't going to respond to him. "It's a scary time to have children right now." The circles under his eyes and his drawn eyebrows showed his worry and concern for his own young sons.
"I'm glad that you're back and I hope you can help us find the bastard that's taking our children." He gave her a strained smile, then turned and left the room with slumped shoulders, looking down at the floor.
Hermione took a deep breath and gave a great sigh, not happy at her lack of courage in facing her friends right now. She thanked the Gods that Ron hadn't stayed to try and talk to her too. She was afraid that she wouldn't have been able to restrain herself from hexing him. It was too soon and this case was going to take all of her time and energy, especially now that a homicide was included in the stakes. Heaven help her that it had to be Draco Malfoy's wife that had been murdered. She'd have to head there in a few hours to question the man about his whereabouts last night, and frankly she wasn't thrilled about seeing her old school nemesis again; she hoped that she'd never ever had too either. Damn that this had happened, or she may have changed her mind about returning to England.
Her hand went up to rub her temples, as a raging headache was pounding into her skull right now. Frowning, she gave another sigh and trudged towards her new office to prepare for this afternoon's interview.
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Hermione was so nervous about going to Malfoy Manor and interviewing Draco that she'd completely forgotten to eat lunch. Now with not eating, it only intensified the upset she felt in the pit of her stomach. Closing her eyes and taking a calming breath she went over the list of questions that she had previously written down.
Hermione tried to shove down the feelings of insecurity that were always there when she had to confront Malfoy. She'd always obsessed over the many flaws that he'd always brought out front and center to mock her about. She knew she was probably overthinking this and that he would be too distraught to even want to torment her today. Hermione vowed that she wouldn't act skittish around the man. Look at how far she had come the past seven years. Look at the position she now held. Granted, Malfoy also held a high position at the Ministry as the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Most people said he'd vied for this position so he could control and set the standards for trade in the magical world. After all, he still was the President of Malfoy Industries since his father was still locked up in Azkaban. He apparently would do anything to make all of his business deals work in his favor.
Her thoughts were interrupted when her office door opened and in walked Harry Potter. He stood at the door, cleared his throat, and visibly blushed at catching her ruminating.
"Are you ready to go…Hermione?" he asked tucking his hands behind his elbows. He was still treading lightly after his earlier conversation with her. A hidden part of her felt guilty at not taking the time to talk to her old friend. Her more logical side knew that now was not the time to mend fences for past grievances.
She went to run her hands through her hair, and then hesitated as she realized her hair was up today. Harry could still recognize that as one of her nervous habits. There were many reasons to be nervous, firstly going back to Malfoy Manor for the first time since the war when Bellatrix tortured her, interviewing their arch nemesis, and having to talk about the disturbing happenings from last night; well it was no wonder that both of them were acting a bit restless.
Shaking out her hands, she reached towards her desk and picked up a file that she put into her briefcase. "Let's be off then. I don't want to be late for the interview."
Hermione swept past Harry not making eye contact and leaving him alone in her office. He sighed, rolled his shoulders hearing a cracking sound from his back, and went to catch up with his long lost friend. He made sure to shut and lock her office door on the way out.
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Apparating to Malfoy Manor was the easy part; but walking up to the main door felt like walking through sludge. The high, manicured yew hedge borders still grew along the driveway on both sides. The perfectly straight driveway ran all of the way up to the main front door. The ornate wrought-iron gates had been left open for their arrival with two house elves standing guard. Hermione sniffed at the sight of them. Even now, the Malfoys' still had house elves at their beck and call. They pointed ahead to the door, "The Master awaits you inside Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger."
Interesting Hermione thought, Malfoy already knew about her new promotion. But just as his father, Lucius always had his hands in everything at the Ministry; it appeared that now Draco did too.
As they got to the door, Harry rubbed his hands down the sides of his trousers and then he massaged the back of his neck. He then scraped his hands through his hair about three times. Hermione stood there watching Harry go through all of his nervous habits, and realized that she wasn't the only one showing signs of anxiety about returning to Malfoy Manor. If the Ministry had picked the two most unlikely and unwilling people to go interview Draco Malfoy, they couldn't have done any better than Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Unfortunately because of the positions they held, they were indeed the two that had to go do this task willing or not.
The door opened with another elf to greet them. "Please enter and follow me." They both eyed the door and Harry extended his arm motioning for Hermione to go first; while she glared at him like it was his fault, sighed, and walked through. When both were in, Hermione turned back around to look at the main door as if to memorize where the exit was. That feeling was still there inside of her that prompted her to turn around and escape while she could. She wasn't sure that the feeling would ever leave her when it came to this old mansion.
To the chagrin of both, the house elf led them through the main entrance hall and towards the main drawing room. Hermione recognized the room for what it was; her many nightmares had taken her there again and again where her torture had taken place. Either Malfoy was trying to make a point, or in his grief he hadn't thought about the implications of bringing Harry and Hermione back into this same room where years ago they both had almost been killed.
Inside the house it was no different from years ago, but was still sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet and ornate and gilded furnishings. The aura of the room felt better with the Dark Magic having been cleared out after Voldemort's fall.
As they entered the room, Draco Malfoy stood in front of a large window looking out onto the vast grounds of the manor. He didn't turn around when he heard them come into the room.
"Master, I've brought Mr's Harry Potter and Ms.'s Hermione Granger to meet with you." Still Malfoy made no sign of hearing the elf or acknowledging their presence. Harry and Hermione found a spot to sit down on the closest settee.
"Would you like something to drink?" the elf inquired.
Hermione shook her head no and Harry gave a quiet, "No thank you." The elf left with a superior huff, and Hermione grinned that even the house elves at Malfoy Manor thought they were more grand and special than other house elves.
Hermione stared at Draco Malfoy, now grown up and living in a mature mans body. He definitely had not looked this way the last time she'd seen him seven years ago. He was taller, but still lean with broad shoulders. The sleeves of his black silk shirt fit tight over his muscular arms. His gray trousers fit nicely outlining his very shapely, but trim arse. He was still very handsome, at least what she could see of his face. Draco's silky blond hair he now wore freely without any gel, which swept over his eyes and made him even more good looking. He was still impeccably groomed even with what had happened to his family just hours ago.
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Harry followed Hermione's gaze, as she hadn't taken her eyes off of the fit man. He tried not to grin at the way Hermione was lasciviously staring at him. Hermione caught Harry staring at her as she was gawking at Malfoy. She gave a small huff sitting up straight, and leaned back crossing her legs, which shifted her skirt up several centimeters. Hermione looked over at Harry whose eyes were fixated on her now very exposed thighs. She glared at him as she turned her head towards Malfoy. This was all so surreal seeing Hermione looking so fit, while she blatantly was ogling Draco Malfoy. This was definitely not what he had anticipated happening today. It almost made him wish he'd stayed in bed this morning instead of going to work.
"Did you come to conduct an interview or to stare at one another?" the familiar voice drawled in the way that only Malfoy could. His trademark sneer was still there which should have put them at ease, as it was something so recognizable from their school days at Hogwarts.
His eyes centered onto Hermione as they wandered from her face, down her red silky blouse, and lastly to the very enticing legs that only moments ago Harry Potter had been staring at. His face showed no sign of emotion as he perused her figure. The only thing she could see in his eyes was coldness and indifference; nothing had changed through the years.
Trying to gain control of the situation, Hermione stood up, trying not to wobble in her 4-inch heels. Harry could see that she wasn't going to let him have the advantage of looking down on them and glad she had taken the lead. Harry instantly jumped up seeing what Hermione was playing at and followed suit.
"Mr. Malfoy, we are here to look at the scene where the incident took place. We also need to ask you some questions about your whereabouts last night."
Draco brushed by her, slightly nudging her arm as he walked over to the liquor cabinet. He poured himself a glass of Fire Whiskey and downed it quickly. One could see it burned on the way down, but he tried not to show the effects.
"Are you sure you didn't want anything? It might help the both of you, seeing that you are still as uptight as you ever were." Harry's pinched expression and clenched jaws showed his annoyance at Malfoy's comment.
"Malfoy, we are not here to drink and I'd rather you not be drinking now either." Hermione couldn't help sounding bossy and Malfoy didn't respond well to it.
"You are in my house and I'll not have you dictate what I do or not do." He slammed his glass down refilling it with another shot of whiskey. Downing his drink quickly, he slammed his glass down again.
Harry rushed to his side, "Malfoy, we are here to help you, but we can't do that if you are drunk."
"That's very touching Potter." Malfoy grabbed his chest over his heart. "Why don't you fuck off? Why don't the both of you fuck off!" he swayed where he stood, and Harry grabbed his arm leading him towards a chair. Both Harry and Hermione had seen behavior like this at crime scenes while talking to the survivors. Either they cried their eyes out, sat in shock or lashed out in anger. Harry had expected that Malfoy would be in the anger phase.
"May we see the nursery?" Hermione asked softly, trying to leave her bossy sounding voice behind.
Malfoy's eyes turned to her, looking at her heels and moving his head up to her face. "You've grown up Granger. In fact you're quite tall now." His words baited her, but she remained calm. "Oh no, it's only those high heels making you look tall. But the rest of you…" his hands motioned to her breasts and he made the actions of feeling her up, "...has grown up too." Hermione's face flushed at his words and her body froze in place.
Harry stepped between Hermione and Malfoy, "If you won't take us to the nursery, would you please have one of your house elves take us?"
Malfoy shook his head in disgust. Pulling himself up, he wrinkled his nose and gestured with his hand, "Follow me."
Hermione looked at Harry who motioned for her to go first. They followed Malfoy up to the second floor and past several rooms with closed doors. Who knew how many rooms were truly in the manor? He wasn't going to be asking Malfoy anytime soon since he'd only ever seen the drawing room and the dungeons. He hoped to never see those damp and dirty cages again.
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Hermione wished she'd worn different shoes as they trudged up the many stairs leading up to the next level.
Malfoy kept stopping as they walked up the stairs while she got an eyeful of Malfoy's behind. It was hard not to ogle his fine arse being that it was right in front of her face. She blushed thinking of how unprofessional she'd been so far here, and they'd only been here ten minutes. What in Merlin would happen in the next ten minutes?
They finally came to the end of the long hallway where Malfoy reached out hesitantly and turned the knob. The door swung open to reveal a huge room that obviously was his son's nursery. It was filled with stuffed animals, toy brooms, a set of small Quidditch robes…everything that any small wizard would love to have. There was a picture painted on the wall of a seeker on a broom, which looked very much like Malfoy as a teen chasing the golden snitch and reaching out to catch it. Harry looked up at it with his own sneer on his face. She could almost read his mind thinking that it should have been a picture of Harry catching the snitch with Malfoy glaring behind him as he did. That would have shown the truth from their school days. She held back a giggle hoping her face didn't show what she was thinking.
Hermione noticed Harry looking around the room, but couldn't quite pin down what he was feeling as he catalogued what he saw in the room. She wondered what the rooms looked like where Harry's sons lived. Had he bought his sons the same toys? He had enough money that he could buy them as much as Malfoy had bought his child, but she doubted that Harry would be so extravagant.
Malfoy walked over to a large, canopy bed, with Slytherin green sheets and spread. How typical of the Slytherins to decorate their son's room in the house colors they expected their son to someday be sorted in.
His hands reached out to grab a large, red stuffed dragon that lay on the pillow. He sat on the bed and brought it up to his chest and hugged it. It was the first sign of any sorrow that the man had shown since they had gotten there. Hermione almost felt they were invading a very private moment, but she thought she had gotten used to that feeling and fought against letting her emotions take over.
"Malfoy, where were you last night when your son was taken and your wife was murdered" the question came out cold and harsh, but they needed some answers now.
He looked up with a scowl, flexing his hands and arm muscles while tossing the dragon back onto the bed. He stood suddenly and rushed into her face, "I wasn't here. I was in France." His lips curled and she could see the veins pulsing on his forehead. "I wasn't here to protect my family and the cowards came, killed my wife, and stole my son."
His pale skin turned red as he gritted his teeth, holding his arms to his side as if he wanted to punch someone. "What are you going to do to find out who took my son?" his voice wailed in distress. He reached out with both hands grabbing Hermione's arms, shaking her, until Hermione's teeth were rattling in her head.
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That was a nice long chapter that I hope will satisfy you for a bit. Please leave a review. I'm almost done with chapter 3, but I'm also working on my big story TCAT that is in the finally few chapters. Ciao!
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