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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 Note:
Here is another chapter. As for those who have noticed, this is beta edited and reposted.
Will be posting most of the edited chapters within the week.
For those who are new readers of my story, this is my first serious attempt on a DRAMIONE pairing.
The story setting is Post-War, a few years rather. Flashbacks on my fics are also my thing so you would be nticing a bit of that here and there.

Chapter One
Paris to London

The war has come and gone.
Deaths from both sides have been noted in history forever.
Heroes – both dead and alive – have been given their rightful rewards and Order of Merlin.
The Dark Lord’s most notable loyalist have succumb into hiding or had faced death in the hands of the Order or have been captured to be taken into Azkaban.
And in Azkaban they await only for two things – the years they would have to serve before the Dementor’s Kiss or the days they would be in trial for immediate penalty of the Dementor’s Kiss.
But there are those of course, who will inevitably escape with the wealth and power they still have and certain evidences provided for that sufficed them enough for years in Azkaban but not enough to earn the Dementor’s Kiss.

The Malfoys were an example.
Despite of all the evidences that pointed towards Lucius Malfoy and his families’ ties with the Dark Lord and his inner circle, had merely earned years in Azkaban – mere seven years to be exact.
His status as governor and the evidences he quickly surrendered and the names of other loyalists and those liable in the reign of the Dark Lord both from the First Wizarding War and at the Second Wizarding War earned him the years but enough to let him evade the Dementor’s Kiss.

Of course many rallied – but he was once governor – high order governor – of Hogwarts and a high Ministry of Magic official – positions enough to earn him rights to evade such fate.
But of course it was the law and as long as he was seen stripped of his wealth and power, people and their commotion against the decision would slowly die down.
The Malfoys lost about half a billion of their wealth for all the dues they had to pay to the victims and families of the victims, for government taxes they owed, for land, business and infrastructure illegally built under their name and many other black market transaction they were able to do for many years because of their name and wealth.

But of course, half a billion was still more than enough to give a very good life to the only Malfoy left
Draco Malfoy.
Without a mother by his side, he had to learn to live life the hard way.
Months right after the war, Hogwarts had been reconstructed back into its full glory with all the help it could possibly get and so by the coming school term, it has reopened.
As expected, Harry Potter and his friends in their respective years returned to the school to continue their academics and for Harry’s batch, to finish their final year.
Despite that Harry and Ron were reluctant to return, a certain individual pointed out that their dreams of becoming Aurors were never going to be until they finish their academe.
The duo returned to school with their best friend – the brightest witch of their age – Hermione Granger.

It came as no surprise to all when Hermione Jean Granger finished her year at Hogwarts with beyond excellent grades.
She had earned the Gryffindor House more then enough points to win the House Cup for their final year, had academically excelled in all their subjects and had been the one with highest grades in their batch and the student who has achieved academic excellence with such high grades from the last twenty years at Hogwarts.

Hermione Jean Granger were given enough grades and awards to get any job and career she would want without having to actually undergo training and individual application.

As things were bright for the Golden Trio, it was different towards Draco Malfoy and his Slytherin friends.
Not every Slytherin returned to Hogwarts – especially those who had parents or relatives who had been actively supporting the Dark Lord and had been found guilty of committed crimes.

Most never returned to school and some transferred at Durmstrang Academy.
But Draco Malfoy returned to Hogwarts.
Not because it was the only school that seemed to actually want to accept him but because it was the only school he knew his mother would have wanted him to graduate.

Draco Malfoy had used what was left of the Malfoy’s net worth to give back to all the victims of his family and to pay certain dues he knew that they owe.
What he had used in his schooling was what his mother left of him – the Black net worth.
It wasn’t as much as what was left of him as a Malfoy, but it were still more than enough to last him more than a few lifetimes.
He swore never to touch for himself what his father had left of him.
It was blood money as he would have called it.
Closing eyes and ears to everything and everyone that seemed to bully, mock and curse his existence as a Malfoy at the halls of the castle, Draco graduated from the school with good honors.

He had left the Quidditch Team in his final year. He didn’t want any encounter with Harry Potter and his lot other than the classes that he inevitably had to.
Harry Potter never spoke to him, bullied him, nor did he encourage any of the mockery he had received.

They never really talked.
The boy seemed to be waiting for him to say something about how he saved his life at the Battle of Hogwarts.

Draco was cowardly enough to admit he was not going to try and get anywhere near the lot.
He wanted to graduate physically whole from the school.
And so he focused on his academics – which seemed to be an effective way for him to gain back his life.
He was able to excel in his studies in ways he didn’t imagined.
He was able to put himself into an academic class and study routine without being distracted by other things.

He excelled beyond the other Slytherins and was even third in grades among those who graduated.
Granger came first of course, a Ravenclaw came second and he, Draco Malfoy, came third – which was more than a surprise to both students and staff of the school.
The teachers put it that he was trying to prove himself that he was nowhere like his father.
His peers placed it as something else.
But he didn’t care.
He just wanted to get out of the school and graduate with the grades required so he could enter an apprenticeship at St. Mungo’s and become the Healer he thought he wanted to be early on.

Not to everyone’s knowledge but it was professor Minerva McGonagall who saw his possible potential at the field and who has informed and given him an application paper in regards to the subject.
He didn't want to take it and he had reservations with the old woman. Though, he had to admit that she was the one who sent her a letter a month before the term began asking and inviting him if he so chose
Draco was beyond flabbergasted as he knew no other school would take him and Durmstrang was already out of the question as Hogwarts had always been his option.

He had to make choices and with very limited resources and connections he now had in his life, he accepted the letter, replied in thanks, and stated he would be there come the start of term.
A reply was soon sent and he had his usual Hogwarts letter and books of things to be brought with him and the list of extra subjects he could take and the form for the special subjects he needed to take if he was to apply later in life as Healer.

He didn’t want it and he didn’t want to accept it thinking that no hospital would ever want to work with a Malfoy.
But he earned enough grades for himself to earn a ‘yes’ at the hospital right after he graduated.
And so a year of apprenticeship came into his hands and soon after, another year of residency and scholarship was offered to him from Denmark – from a doctor whom he met at St. Mungo’s while he was doing his apprenticeship.

It excited him beyond anything and scared him as well.
He was going to be away – for about four years – from London and everything else that reminded him that he was a Malfoy, that he was a big part of the war.

He accepted it.
So right after his apprenticeship, he flew with the old man towards Denmark for his four years of practice and residency to become a Healer.

The four years had come and gone quickly.
Draco had used his wealth as a Black and his academics in order to survive life in another country.

It wasn’t easy but neither was it that difficult because he was open to the many opportunities of trying to live a new life and trying out everything else that there was that the world has to offer him.
He learned to deal with many things without the life he was used to.
He didn’t have servants so he learned to live on his own.
He had patients and co-Healers who were Muggle-Born and some were Squibs – and he had to deal with them with his best foot forward which taught him after all those years – that they weren’t a disease to be stayed away from like his father had raised him to think.

Four years had passed and Draco Malfoy was given a Healer position job at Paris that he could take and stay with for the rest of his life.
It was another opportunity of a lifetime that he jumped into.
Parisian life was quite different and a little more difficult than he thought it would be, but at least, he was getting somewhere in his life.
And this is where he stayed and was willing to stay until he had received news that his father’s sentence is over and that in a few weeks he would be released.

Draco didn’t want to go home.
Paris was his home for about two years now.
He had grown to know the place, like his job and even love the people around him.
He really didn’t want to go home.

But he had to go home.
He didn’t want to babysit his father but he needed to ensure that Malfoy senior would not do anything that would taint the reputation he had come so far to rebuild.

7.24am Paris to London flight
Draco closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

His flight was within two hours from the moment he was reading it.
He wanted to crumple the ticket in his hands but he couldn’t.

Because he had bought it with his own blood and sweat. He learned through the years, anything he earned by blood and sweat was worth keeping and using at its full extent.
He had made all the arrangements of his flight and his arrival.

He wasn’t – not even by the god’s name – was he ever going to stay at the Malfoy manor with his father.
The estate had been well-kept through the years – it was one of seven estates left of the Malfoys from about the thirty they used to have across the globe.

And he was nowhere staying in any of the estates.

He had lived in rooms, dorms, small flats and apartments in the places he lived as he studied and worked – he could possibly live in the hotel for a few months as he had learned never to stay in any of the estates left of them through the years.
He had worked for enough money for him to be able to stay in a hotel for a few months and he still had money from the inheritance from his mother’s side – surely he wasn’t going to go down and stay in the sewers.
He sighed heavily and stared over at his golden pocket watch.
The glass reflected the side of his face and he closed his eyes and quickly closed the watch again.

He didn’t need to see that.

Draco had nothing to do but wait.
It was a very short flight but he already felt like he is about to be dragged into a hell that he’d had to live with for the coming months.

“What the fuck is this?!” screamed a voice. “It’s 2005, Harry! It’s not the 18th century!”
Harry looked up from his table and the bagel he was eating.
Hermione was standing furious by his door and holding a parchment in his hand.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he ushered her to come in.
Hermione was red in the face and was looking at Harry.
“I told you that this was going to be passed – did you even do anything about it?”
Harry looked up at her and stared at the parchment in her hand.
She was livid, she was beyond furious.
And he knew why.

“Er-“
“What ‘er’-?!” Hermione asked again shoving the parchment over his desk.

It was a large memo and notification to all officials, officers, members and staff of the Ministry of Magic regarding the Marriage Law that was to be passed very soon.
“I already raised my petition-“
“Really?” Hermione asked him folding her arms. “Really, Harry Potter?”

In truth, Harry did raise a petition against it time and again.
But the law – their world – just demanded greatly of it.
It wasn’t easy to explain to her given she had a very different perspective on things.
Harry had talked to the present Minister of Magic – Kingsley Shacklebot – about it.
And the man couldn’t do anything.
The Wizengamot’s vote was eight out of twelve heads.
Governors of Hogwarts also agreed to it just like the other officials.

There were only a handful of people who actually didn’t agree to it – Order of the Phoenix members and certain Hogwarts staff members.

“’Mione-“
“Don’t ‘Mione me!” Hermione spat at him. “Harry! Wake up! They’re going to ask us to marry someone we don’t like!”
Harry gaped at her with a raised brow.
Hermione stared and then she became more furious.
“Fine!” she wailed at him. “They’re going to ask people – single like myself – to marry someone I don’t like!”
“Hermione, look –“ Harry began walking to her side over the table and touching the side of her arms gently.
“Harry-“
“’Mione, listen to me – I’ve read all the memo on this and I’ve read the possible rules and scenarios-“
“Really-“
“And they are not that bad. Both parties will get equal rights and will get the partners that most fit their-“
“I don’t care about getting the fit partners!” Hermione said shoving his hands away. “Harry – my point is that – I do not want to be married with someone I absolutely do not like!”
“Hermione, there are so many single people out there that you might just-“
“This isn’t my point!” Hermione wailed back at him. “Harry, please.”

Harry stopped touching her.

He looked back at her as she sat back over the comfortable couch he had in his office.
He understood her completely.
But she had to understand the laws and what it demanded of the society at the moment.
Seven years it had been but they had grown at loss in numbers.
Their kind had to reproduce.

A few years back, Harry alongside other Aurors and Order members had found a secret hideout of Death Eaters who had been mass producing – from the time of the war – until the few years after it, a couple of medicinal potions that disabled Muggle-Borns to produce children.
They weren’t sure how it went out to the market and to which individuals these were sold but they were sold nevertheless and had been giving alarming results.

For the loyalists of the Dark Lord, Purebloods were the only kind worth existing.
And if there were going to be Muggle-Borns or Half-Bloods, then it was better never to reproduce again.

Severus Snape miraculously outlived Nagini’s lethal fangs.
And though he survived and had spent a few weeks at St. Mungo’s, he also spent a good few months at Azkaban until Harry Potter and some Order members gave testimony of where his loyalty truly lies.
He was given a pardon, several thousand of galleons as reward but he was stripped off his position at Hogwarts.

It wasn’t something he disliked anyway.

He wanted to live a new life and wanted to leave London for as long as he could remember.
Last of what they heard of him, he had gone into another country and was doing further research in his forte.
It was then that Harry had to force himself to write to him to return to London to check a few of the potion samples that were found.

Snape didn’t want to help but given that it sounded like he was the only person able to help, he asked Harry to send him several bottles.
The letter arrived three days later.
More like an essay actually.

Snape had given Harry all the facts he had to know on how dangerous the potions they had found.
He gave Harry the ingredients and how it may have been brewed and the possible consequences of the potions when drank.

Severus Snape was the one who discovered the effects of the potion that had been mass-distributed by unsuspecting victims.
Since then, they had been exchanging letters as he continued to research to find a cure to it.

A few years later, there was still no cure to it and so the Ministry of Magic alongside MACUSA had decided to bring forth the only solution possible to avoid extinction of their kind – A Marriage Law.
It didn’t matter if they were Purebloods, Half-Bloods or Muggle-Borns.

They had to marry and reproduce as fast as possible to evade what would become of them if the population wasn’t reproduced.

“I’m going to write a letter to professor Snape about this.” Hermione said angrily pointing over the parchment. “I told him I could apprentice him to make his work fast-“
“Er – he already sent me a Howler about this.” Harry slowly admitted avoiding her gaze.
“He what?” Hermione asked, eyes wide.
“He sent me a Howler. He’s also furious about the law but well – we can’t do anything and everyone thinks I can do something-“
“Because you’re Harry Bloody Potter!” Hermione snapped at him.
“Hermione, I already told you-“

But Harry stopped.
There was an insistent knock on the door.

Before Harry could speak, Hermione pulled her wand out and pointed at the door.
“What?!” she angrily screamed without meaning to. “We’re talking in here!”
It was her assistant who had followed her all the way from the seventh floor up until Harry’s floor which was on the fifteenth.
“What?” Hermione asked angrily.

Her assistant coward a little.
Her boss was rarely ever angry but when she was, she really was.

“The books you ordered abroad had some problem at the airport and they’re asking a fine for it-“
“They what?!” Hermione asked grabbing the note from her and reading it.

Her eyes went wide.

Because of the memo very early that morning, she had forgotten that a collection of very rare and expensive books she has ordered were to arrive today.

“Maybe you need to pick them up?” Harry suggested walking behind her and reading the letter over her shoulder.
“Shut up.” Hermione said shoving the note over Harry’s chest.

She looked up at her assistant trying to breath out her stress.

“Alright. I’m sorry for yelling. I’m so fucking stressed out. Can you make a call or something – anything – to ensure that they do not do anything to those books until I get there-”
“Alright, Miss Granger, I will do that.-“
“How about we pick them up?” Harry suggested with a big beam.
“No.” Hermione snapped at him poking over his chest. “You stay here. You fix that.”

Hermione stared over the parchment again and then back at Harry.
“’Mione-“
“Fix that.” Hermione repeated with glinting eyes. “I tell you, Harry. There is no fucking way I’m ever going to marry anyone that I do not love.”
“But-“
“You know how hard it has been all these years, yes?” she asked turning to him.

This time, it hurt Harry even if she didn’t yell.
He knew what he was talking about.
He knew of the losses she has endured all this years and he was the only one who remained.
Hermione’s eyes softened at the sight of Harry.
They only had one another for all these years.
Best friends as they were, they had one another after everything.

“I’m sorry.” Hermione said suddenly embracing him. “I didn’t mean to yell at you-“
“It’s my fault.” Harry said embracing her back and kissing her forehead. “I’ll do something about it. Go get your books at the airport.”
“I’ll get back here at the office the moment I fix that.” Hermione said as Harry gently used his fingers to dry off the tears threatening to fall at the side of her eyelids.

Hermione nodded at him and kissed him over the cheek.

“I’ll be back as fast.” Hermione said moving from him and pacing fast towards the door.
Harry sighed and stared over the large memo over his table.
He felt extremely bad at making that empty promise.

For no matter what he does, even if he was Harry Bloody Potter, he knew that the law was going to be passed and it was going to commence sooner than everyone else thought.

Half an hour later, Hermione had arrived at the largest airport in London.
She had come with a collected mind and body despite that it were still boiling from the thought that the Marriage Law was to be passed and Harry wasn’t doing anything about it.
She went from cashiers to registrars, window after window to inquire where her books had been taken and what she could do about the problem it was causing to get them out of the airport.

But soon, she was losing her patience.
She had been asked to stay at the lobby – near the people waiting for the relatives or friends or love ones to arrive – from the coming flight that morning.

She was furious.

She had been standing, sitting, walking around and about but nobody was meeting her at the said place to talk about the problem with her books.

Finally, when someone met her up they asked her to sign a couple of papers and asked for her ID to be handed over.

However, in her haste and anger, she accidentally handed over her ID as “Ministry Worker Hermione Jean Granger” instead of her usual Muggle ID that she used.
She was then taken into another lobby and was asked to wait for someone to see her because of her ‘suspicious’ actions and use of ‘fake identification card’.

Of course she got even more furious about it but she couldn’t really explain to them what the ID was for and where she was legally using it and how it has become a true ID.
She had been asked to wait in another line for what seemed like forever.

But what really made her blood boil at its fullest extent was when two airport officials were tagging along a very important looking blonde man who cut her through the line and went ahead of her just when it was her turn to talk to the office of assistance.

“Excuse me.” The officers said dragging the blonde man passed the long line who were all angered.
Everyone at the line protested but the blonde man didn’t seem all too happy either to be dragged ahead of the line and draw much attention.

“He’s a doctor. He has some identification problems but he can’t be delayed or lives would be lost.”
“What the mother of fuck.” Hermione angrily whispered as they pulled the man ahead of them and brought him inside the office where people had been lined up to wait.

Hermione looked around her and saw how furious everyone else seemed to be.

They all had identification card problems, loss of passport, had been snatched with something and all other possible airport trouble.

But she was not – not in the name of Merlin – would let someone get ahead of her just because they think they were that important than the rest of them.

“Miss?” the officer by the line asked as she started walking forward the double doors. “Miss, wait you can’t just-“
“You’ve got to be bloody kidding me.” Hermione muttered anger rising inside her.

The officer tried to stop her.

“Oh, move over.” Hermione angrily said shoving the official away and with a secret whip of her wand, she stunned the officer and went forward the double doors, marching with all the anger, blood and sweat wrenched up all over her.
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