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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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Blinded Chapter 21
"Did you miss me when I was gone?" the little voice in her dreams said.
"Of course I did Scorp, every single day." A much lower voice answered the childlike voice. "I was going silly trying to find you and the other children."
"You love me lots don't you Papa?" she heard the smaller voice ask along with a childish giggle.
"You know I do son. I love you more than anyone else in the world." Draco's deep voice echoed as he answered his son.
"Do you love me more than you loved mum?" Scorpius then asked.
Hermione was starting to stir from what she thought were her dreams. She kept her eyes closed wanting to hear the answer that Draco would give his son.
"I'll always love you the most son. Don't you ever forget that, right?" Draco tried to reassure the little boy on his lap. Hermione could feel that they were sitting close to her bed. The little boys legs were kicking in and out hitting her bedcovers as he talked to his father.
"Did you know the bad man hurt mum? I saw him shoot a spell at her and she fell down on the floor." The words were said with a sob. Even though Draco may have not loved Astoria, the little boy sitting there had loved her very much. She really wanted to wake up and assure him that she knew his mum had loved him and had died trying to save him, but she knew that it wasn't her place to do so.
"Scorp, your mum loved you so much. She was trying to stop the bad man from taking you. He hurt her really bad son. That's why she's not here. She's in Heaven now with Champ." Draco almost said in a whisper.
"Is she playing up there with Champ? He liked to play with the red ball you got him." Hermione assumed that Champ was a pet that had died. She was just itching to open her eyes to look at Draco, but she didn't want to break up this tender scene between father and son.
"Who is this lady?" Scorpius asked. Now the conversation was getting interesting. She wondered how Draco was going to answer.
"This lady is Hermione. She's the one that helped find you. She's the reason that you are back here with me." Draco answered with an emotion-filled voice.
"Do you think she'll want to be my friend?" Hermione couldn't help but let a little giggle out now. The game was up and she opened her eyes and turned her head towards the two Malfoy men.
"Hi," she said in a scratchy voice.
"Papa said that you saved me, " Scorpius said to her.
The little boy was sitting on Draco's lap with his arms wrapped around his daddy as far as they could go. Draco looked a little disheveled, but not as much as most people would. Even in the roughest situations, Draco managed to look more put together than the normal person.
"Oh, no, it's your papa that is the hero. He's the one that saved you." She managed to smile his way. It hurt so much to talk.
She heard Draco scoff at her words. "I think we can say that we're both heroes. Without all of your hard work, this big boy wouldn't be sitting here right now."
A healer's assistant came into the room, "Mr. Malfoy, we need to take your son back upstairs and run some more tests."
Scorpius turned his head into his father's chest, "No, I don't want to go." He started crying and clinging onto Draco. "Please, don't make me. I want to stay here with you and Herminee."
It was breaking Hermione's heart to see how distraught the boy was, she could only imagine what it was doing to Draco. He was trying not to show any emotion to Scorpius, but his eyes betrayed him.
"Scorpius, if you go finish your tests, I'll be right up after and we'll read your favorite story." Draco's words almost sounded like a plea. He didn't want him to leave any more than the little boy wanted to go either.
"You mean the Cheerful Dragon and his favorite Wizard?" Scorpius asked with excitement.
"Yes, that's the one mate. Now go with the lady and do what she asks and then we can have some reading time."
"Ok, Papa." Scorpius gave his dad one more kiss on the cheek and a big hug. Then he took the assistant's hand. Waving goodbye to Hermione and Draco they walked out of the room as Scorpius called out, "Bye, bye Herminee. I'll be back and read you my best story."
"Ok Scorpius, I can't wait." Hermione waved back at the darling little boy who kept waving his hand until he left the room. She didn't think kids could be this cute. Harry's boys hadn't been this cute when she visited his house. This little boy in just a few minutes was threatening to steal her heart.
Draco sighed as they left. He rubbed his hands along his face and lay back in his chair shaking his head.
"He's a totally different boy. He used to be so confident in everything he did. After all of this, he's scared of everything and only wants to be with me. He hates to be left alone and always scared that someone else is going to take him away from me. It's not fair that an almost-three-year-old has to deal with trauma like this."
Draco looked so sad and he had good reasons to be that way. Hermione wished she knew how to help him. She'd never been on this end of things. She would solve the case, fill out the paperwork, and be on her way. Now that she was in Draco and also Scorpius's life, she was seeing the fallout of one of her cases.
"It's going to take a lot of time Draco." She reached out to take his hand in hers. "Just remember that none of this was your fault. You are going to need to stay strong and positive for him."
Draco started rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand as he sat and digested her words. "You know the worst part is I can't even tell him that his kidnapper is behind bars."
"What?" Hermione shouted almost jumping out of the bed. "What do you mean? What happened in Ireland?" All of a sudden she was having a hard time breathing at hearing what Draco had said.
"Oh, fuck! I forgot that you've been out of it and didn't hear what happened." Draco stood up and started pacing in the small hospital room. "I'm so sorry that you found out this way. Harry was going to come in once you woke up and were stronger and debrief you. Now he's going to be miffed at me for this cock-up too."
"Why is he already angry at you? What else did you do?" Hermione looked at him puzzled.
Another big sigh came from Draco, "He's quite ticked off at me for going in there earlier and bringing the children home on my own…and that I killed one of the MacAteers while in the process of rescuing the children."
"Well, I can see why he's so bent out of shape. You went there with no backup, but he shouldn't be that fed up that you got rid of the monster who had been torturing your own child. I would have done the same thing."
"Thank you! Tell your self-righteous friend the same thing." Draco ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
"I still want to know what happened. Did they all get away? I don't remember a lot past the point they started whipping me. Please, come and sit down. You're making me nervous pacing around like that." Their eyes met and she tried sending him a smile. Draco's eyebrows scrunched together and he folded his arms. With a loud huff, he plopped down in the chair next to her bed.
Truth be told, she cringed as she thought back to that night. She'd been expecting to be killed. She'd gone into the mission knowing that her chances were slim in returning. Waking up in the hospital had been the biggest surprise of her life. To have Draco sitting there by her bed had been another huge surprise. She tried not to look too much into this. It was still too soon after everything to get her hopes up.

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Harry Potter sat at his desk reading the reports from all of the Aurors and Hit-Wizards that had made it back alive. His head sat heavily in his hands. Why couldn't this have all ended that night back in Ireland? They had suffered some losses and almost lost Hermione too. He flipped through one report after another. Slamming his hand down on the pile he swept them onto the floor in frustration.
"Hey mate, calm down," Ron walked in the door as Harry watched the last report flutter to the ground. "What's made you so upset?"
Harry glared up at his friend, who flinched and stepped back at seeing the look sent his way.
"Why am I upset? You really have to ask me why I'm upset?" Harry's voice kept getting louder and louder.
"Um, yea," Ron just shrugged his shoulders and walked around the papers littered on the floor and sat down in the empty chair in front of Harry's desk.
"This case should be done. Over. Finished. But we still have at least two, maybe three of those fucking MacAteers wandering around Europe somewhere."
Harry rubbed his forehead where his faded scar would always sit prominently on his head. This was a bad habit of his from his younger years that he'd never grow out of.
"The men that kidnapped children and want Hermione dead are still out there free. Who knows when they'll strike again? I still need to go to St. Mungos to break the news to her. I'm sure she won't be thrilled that her potential killers are not locked up." Harry slapped his hand down again on his desk. Ron jumped and stared at his best friend.
"I reckon that we should probably head over and spill the beans to Mione then. Right?" Ron asked as if he really wasn't sure they truly wanted to go tell Hermione anything. They still weren't on the best of terms.
With pinched lips, Harry looked at Ron without saying anything and then nodded his head. "It's time. Malfoy said she's been alert and up more."
He pushed his chair back and grabbed his wand. "Accio files." All of the papers came flying up into his hands. "I know our best friend. Even though she's still in hospital, she'll want to read every file on the case."
Ron slapped his friend good-heartedly on the back, "Good sense Mr. Potter. It's about bloody time." Harry just snickered as they went out the door.

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Harry and Ron walked into Hermione's room and were taken aback at what they saw. Scorpius Malfoy was sitting in the bed next to Hermione. She had her arm around him as she read him a picture book. The Malfoy boy was snuggled up against her as Draco sat at their side, feet stretched out with a huge grin on his face. The domestic scene was something that they hadn't expected to see.
Harry cleared his throat as they walked over to the bed, "Hey, how are you doing?"
"Who are you?" Scorpius asked, which made Draco chuckle at his young son's boldness.
"Well, we're friends of Hermione's," Harry answered in his voice he used to talk to his own sons.
"You know Herminee? What's your name?" the little boy continued his questioning. This only made Hermione grin up at her friend. The precocious boy was entertaining all of them.
"My name is Harry and this is Ron."
Both men tried not to laugh at the way Scorpius had pronounced Hermione's name. It made them both think back to fourth-year when Victor Krum had butchered her name. At least Scorpius was only a child and not a full-grown wizard and could get away with mispronouncing a name.
"Herminee is my new friend. She likes to read books like me. Did you know that?" Scorpius asked.
"Really?" Harry asked. "I didn't know that she even liked books."
Draco snorted at her side, while Ron coughed into his hand. Hermione only managed to give Harry the evil eye. "Harry…"
Draco stood up and scooped Scorpius into his arms. "It's time to head back up to your room Scorp. They're going to be bringing you lunch."
"Stop!" Scorpius screamed. "I need to do something. Put me back." The little boy ordered his father. Scorpius struggled in Draco's arms trying to get down.
"Fine." Draco spat out and plopped the little blond boy back onto Hermione's bed. All of the adults watched as Scorpius leaned over and threw his arms around Hermione's neck and gave her a big, sloppy kiss on her cheek. Hermione smiled and hugged him back.
"Thank you so much, Scorpius. Go eat and then come back and we'll read some more stories together. All right?"
"Oh yes!" The smile on the boy's face lit up the room. "Bye." He waved as Draco lifted him back again in his arms, but not before he also leaned down to give a kiss on Hermione's cheek. This time she blushed as she glanced over to where Harry and Ron were standing. They all watched as the Malfoys' left the room.
No one said anything for a few moments. "So, you are looking very cozy there with Draco and his son," Harry spoke first. Hermione's glare sent his way was a mild one.
"Well, I decided that getting to know Scorpius better would be a good thing if I ever hope to get closer to Draco," Hermione answered in her analytical way as she tried to defend herself.
"Get to know him better? You bloody well have the little Malfoy more in love with you than his old man." Ron said in disgust, crossing his arms.
"Ronald, let it go. When are you going to grow up and be happy for me." Hermione asked heatedly. The tension in the room started to increase.
"Can the both of you try to tolerate each other for a few minutes? We are here on official ministry business. I'm here to update you on the MacAteer case." Harry stepped in-between where Ron stood and Hermione's bed.
"I already know that you didn't catch all of them, Harry," Hermione said with an edge of bitterness to her tone.
"That prick wasn't supposed to say anything to you," Ron shouted out.
"Well, at least he was being honest with me. When were you two going to tell me? When the MacAteers showed up to try and kill me again? Anyhow, it accidentally slipped out one night."
"Hermione we weren't keeping it from you on purpose," Harry said as he came closer to Hermione, "We were just waiting until you were stronger and could handle the information."
"Well, how would you know if I was stronger or not? You haven't actually been knocking down my door to come and update me on anything. No one has. It's like no one cares that I was in charge of this case." Hermione was bitter inside about how this had all come down.
"Hermione that's not fair, you were out and fighting for your life for two weeks. None of us were kicking you off the case." Harry tried reasoning with her.
"Anyhow, Draco told us he would curse our balls off if we came and blabbed about what had happened before you were strong enough to handle the information."
Hermione's anger went away and she burst into laughter. She was laughing so hard that tears started falling down her face. "He really said that?"
"Yes, he really shouted that to both of us while holding his wand aimed at our crotch," Harry explained. Ron just stood there, red-faced, biting his tongue, clearly wanting to say something but not daring to.
With a show of bravery, Harry reached out and grabbed Hermione's hand, "I know that Malfoy cares for you, OK? That's why I didn't punch his lights out when he threatened me." Harry winked at her. "Anyhow, I think he's just jealous that I've procreated more than he has…at this point. So threatening to stop me procreating more Potters just made him happy." This made Hermione start laughing again.
"You just wait Hermione, Malfoy's going to want you to pop out more of those blond-haired, pointy faced kids for him," Ron said with a sneer.
"That's really choice Ron, coming from a Weasley whose family is trying all on their own, I might add, to re-populate the whole wizarding world," Hermione said.
This made Harry laugh hysterically, "She's got you there mate."
Then Harry turned to high-five Hermione and spent the rest of the hour updating her on the bad turn of events that had led to the head of the MacAteer family getting away.

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I'm leaving it here for now. You can see how things are progressing with the case (not much!), between Draco and Hermione (a lot) and mending the friendship between Hermione and Ron (still needs a lot of work.) One of my Beta readers was concerned about how grown up Scorpius sounded in this chapter. Here's my reasoning I had to point out, #1 He's almost three years old #2 Most three-year-olds don't speak in baby talk anymore. #3 My own children all spoke in complete sentences by the age of three. So please don't complain that Scorpius sounded way too old for his age. I hate baby talk and we never spoke that way to our children. I could see the Malfoys being the same way. In fact, my oldest child was speaking in complete sentences at 18 months old and knew how to recite the whole pledge of allegiance. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and please leave a review telling me what you hope to see in the upcoming chapters. Thanks for reading and following the story.
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