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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 Twenty Stirrings

“Alright there, Healer Malfoy?”

Draco looked up from the records he had been reading.

It was his old temporary assistant.

She was by the doorway with her bag with her and some parchments at home.

“I’m well, thank you.” Draco said, lowering the parchments he was reading to greet the woman.

She smiled at him and pointed over the old clock by the wall of his small office.

It read half past nine.

“Last call patients are only until eight.” she said with a small smile. “Will you be making late rounds?”

“No, I’m just finishing some reading. I’ll also head home in a while. You go ahead of me. I know your family is waiting for you.”

The old woman smiled at him.

“No family waiting?” she asked.

Draco looked up at her with a funny expression over his face.

Either she wasn’t up to date with news these days or she was making something funny out of it.

No family waiting?

He thought about his father at the Malfoy Manor – probably having some whiskey by his large fireplace at his office at that very moment as he would likely do so.

“None.” Draco replied with a small smile. “No family waiting.”

The woman nodded quietly at him and slowly, she handed a small jar of cookies over Draco’s table.

“I’ve been baking lately. An excess jar from today’s orders. Hope you like it, Healer Malfoy.”

“Thank you.” Draco said grabbing the small jar from the edge of his table. “Goodnight Dorota.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Malfoy.” Dorota replied with another smile and she walked out of the room carrying her things with her and two more excess jar of cookies in her large handbag.

Draco smiled and stared over the cookie jar over his table.

Never in his whole life was he ever given such a gift out of kindness and tonight for the first time in so many a years, he thought about cheating himself out of the very strict diet he had disciplined and implemented over himself in order to return a kind favor from a woman he has never really known and met personally before.

The line was taking too long.

He only had half an hour of break to eat and he was losing time because of the long line at the café that he has been waiting to move for the past fifteen minutes.

He missed breakfast for the quiz he had to study for and two projects he finished late together with the rest of the workload he had to do from the previous night.

After what felt like an eternity, the line at the café finally moved and he was able to get his turn.

He had ordered a meal for himself that would last him for the rest of the afternoon until he gets to his small dormitory and get himself a decent meal if he still had enough time and energy to grab something.

His order was halfway being prepared and his bill was being counted by the registry.

“Fuck.” Draco muttered to himself as he lowered his bag onto the floor to look for a few more loose changes in his pockets.

There were none.

“Fuck. This isn’t going to last.” Draco whispered to himself as he counted the money in his small wallet.

He had miscalculated his allotted allowance for himself for the week and the excess things he had to buy for his project a few days ago had caused him the miscalculations he has done.

It’s not that he was absolutely poor but it was just that he had everything calculated and specified in accordance to his monetary needs for the rest of his academic life.

He had a tumultuous amount of money from his Malfoy bank account of course but he had sworn never to use that.

Never.

And he wasn’t going to break that promise today just because he was a few bills short and that his stomach was already grumbling.

“Sir?” a voice called up at him.

He looked up at the counter and saw the brunette waiting for him to pay for what he ordered.

“I’m sorry.” Draco said shaking his head and lowering his face as he bent down to grab his bag from the floor. “I’m not getting my order anymore – I – I have some sort of emergency.”

And without another word, Draco hurried out of the line from the caféteria and quickly stalked away from the lunch place and left as fast as his two long legs could take him with his dignity left and an empty stomach.

It was already nearly two in the morning and Hermione was still tossing and turning herself over the hospital bed.

She looked up biting her lower lip in hopes that Harry was still asleep.

He was completely passed out over the visitor’s couch with parchments all over him and a mug of hot chocolate lay forgotten at the small table by the couch.

He had been bringing his workload at the hospital so he could spend time with Hermione and tend to whatever it was she may need at the hospital.

Of course she didn’t want the idea of it but Harry insisted and she was as good as bedridden these days, she couldn’t do anything about it.

She appreciates it of course.

She always appreciated all his efforts even if she barely ever showed it to him and that they always ended up arguing the littlest of things.

Hermione heavily sighed.

Why the hell could she not sleep at all?

She was physically tired form the therapy and she had been given a good amount of tea for the day to push her into a good slumber for the night.

But she had been tossing and turning since nine that evening that Harry had settled her on the bed and had been reading his workload until he fell asleep.

She’s already read a book that Harry had left by her bedside and still, the feeling of sleep hasn’t visited her.

Something was wrong, something was amiss.

Malfoy.

That was what was wrong.

She couldn’t shake the idea off her head.

He had been nice to her.

No, he had been a good attending Healer to her and was taking very good care of her and in all honesty, he was as gentle as possible to their first therapy session.

She had almost imagined that Draco would sort of hurt her in a way and worse, handle her brutally through the therapy.

But everything that he had done was the complete opposite of everything she imagined – or rather she had judged him – to do.

He had ensured that the whole process would be as comfortable and gentle as possible for her.

He also made sure that their physical contact wouldn’t be something she would feel too awkward about.

If she’d be asked, he had been more than professional with the whole process of it and she felt safe and assured that she would indeed be better in no time.

He had been an arse most of their academic life in their youth, but for the day that has been, it felt that she had come face to face with a Draco Malfoy she never knew about.

And as Hermione turned to the other side again she knew that somewhere at the back of her head, something bothering was happening inside of her – at the very thought that Draco Malfoy could really have changed all throughout the years and the most scary part was that she was judging him for something he was no longer.

“What’s going on?” Draco asked as he arrived back at the Malfoy Manor half past midnight.

He was missing his loft more than ever with all that he was seeing at the Malfoy Manor.

A few wizards were at the place and were redecorating the large ballroom of the manor.

The place had not been used for years even if he had made sure that the place was kept clean and in order in all the years that had come to pass.

The Malfoy Manor had remained on where it was and was being kept clean and in order despite the lack of events and household individuals to stay within its premises.

He had taken good care of the manor in lieu of the memory of his mother.

Lucius Malfoy turned from yelling at the two wizards who were moving some tables and decorations around.

“Draco!” he happily greeted him striding forward Draco. “My son! How was your day?” he asked moving forward for a greeting.

Draco slightly jerked and moved away from his reach and was staring around the grand ballroom.

“What’s going on?” he asked him again with slight annoyance in his tone.

“For the dinner party.” Lucius simply replied. “Have you eaten? Shall I have someone prepare a late dinner and-“

“I’ve eaten.” Draco simply answered. “I’m not hungry.”

Lucius nodded quietly at him.

He looked around the grand ballroom with a proud face and obviously excited as ever at the first ever party he would come to put together now that he was out of Azkaban.

Draco’s eyes roamed the room – there were wizards cleaning and moving things about and there were a few additional decorations and furniture in the ballroom he does not remember to belong there.

Lucius had taken some sort of hold on some money.

“Do you like it?” Lucius asked pointing towards what looked like a very expensive looking chandelier that was replacing the old one.

Draco looked up at the grand chandelier.

The one that had been there for years that Narcissa had bought had been taken out and down and was replaced by the one Lucius was proudly showing him.

His head turned back at his father who was staring happily back at him.

“Where did you get the money?” he asked in an accusatory tone and glint in his eyes.

Whatever Lucius was imagining Draco to feel at that moment in regards to his decorating the manor’s ballroom was obviously nothing to how Draco was reacting at that very moment.

The smile slightly faltered from Lucius’ pointed face.

“Draco, it’s the ball we have to-“

“Where did you get the money?” Draco asked, facing him fully and uttering each word loud and clear.

The smile from Lucius’ face completely faded.

“My money.” Lucius simply told him through gritted teeth as he strode forward him.

“I don’t remember giving you money for this.” Draco said with clear anger in his voice.

It was true.

Lucius Malfoy’s account had been completely on hold and he wasn’t allowed to touch the amount in the bank account for several months until about a year – until he could prove himself that his existence back outside of Azkaban could be trustworthy.

Draco Malfoy – of age and heir to all the Malfoy estates and wealth – was the one who had complete access to all their finances and estates at the moment and no one else.

“I can make my own money.” Lucius simply put out proudly.

Draco’s eyebrows turned.

“I will not ask again.” Draco said and there was an obvious threat in his voice.

He had spent hours working and trying to distract himself from the dread of getting home to the Malfoy Manor and his father’s existence at the place only to find himself right to feel all the dread the whole day.

Lucius heavily sighed and then he walked closer to his son and pulled a parchment from his pocket.

“As I’ve said, I can make my own money.” Lucius said in a firm tone as he handed it over.

Draco stared at it for a moment as if deciding if he was going to waste time to read it.

He sighed heavily and grabbed it and quickly opened it up to read.

It was a receipt from some large jewelry company who had paid a very generous amount of money for what was described as a set of jewelries with rare gems on it.

His eyes narrowed wondering where in the world would he get an item such as that when he had made sure that he had rid the manor of all the possible dark artifacts and items that were never going to be needed in life in general except as excessive possession for display of wealth and power.

“And where did you get this?” he asked folding the receipt back and almost throwing it back to his father.

“From my stash of kept-“

“I have ordered all items of yours to be cleared by the Ministry of Magic – all of those that do not belong to you or had been placed in your possession illegally-“

“This is a personal item of the Malfoys-“

“Do you know I can be called any time soon by the Ministry by this?” Draco irritably said. “I will be questioned how come I have not surrendered this item whence I had declared that I already have surrendered all possible possessions of the Malfoy that had been illegally acquired and –“

“Don’t be such a prat, Draco.” Lucius calmly said. “I wouldn’t do anything to taint your reputation-“

“That’s not the point here.” Draco angrily said now as his voice and anger were being raised to a higher level by the moment. “I’m telling you we would be questioned once word gets out-“

“I have sold the item to an old friend of mine who would ensure that this does not go public.”

“Friend of yours?” Draco mockingly asked him. “Who’s this? One of the women you’ve had in your old list of them?”

Lucius didn’t answer.

He pursed his lips and that was enough to tell Draco that he was actually right.

“This is unbelievable.” Draco had said turning away from him before he could lose his patience.

Lucius watched as his son started walking out of the ballroom.

“What did you want me to do?” Lucius coldly called out after him. “You don’t give me what is mine around here –“

“Don’t tell me what is yours because you know that you’re absolutely not allowed to have anything!” Draco called right back at him without turning around as he made his way to the door.

“You know that I still own everything Draco – you are still not the legitimate owner of all this for as long as I am alive and-“

“You can have it all back and I will absolutely give it all back to you up to the last Knut if you would like to and if the law allows you to-“

“Draco, please-“

“It’s not like I’m fucking starving you here!” Draco angrily yelled as he finally turned back to face his father as he reached the door.

They stared at one another with a cold expression and nothing else but hatred from Draco.

He hated his father beyond he could imagine.

And Lucius stared back at him with a mixture of constrained anger and vexation in his facial features.

“You do not speak to me like-“

“I will speak to you the hell I would like to.” Draco spat at him and before he could even retort at his own son, Draco stormed out of the ballroom banging the large door behind him with all the same constrained anger in his already heavy heart and mind.

He had been carefully watching her from the other side of the aisles of books.

It was nearly midnight and Hermione was still reading through the other table at the other side.

Their first term exams had just finished and he was wondering what could be very interesting or very important for her to study if exams had just finished.

She had been at it for hours and hours.

He knew that after lunch she no longer had any classes on Fridays as all the seventh year students had the same period on that day.

Today, she had taken a quick lunch and right after he had taken gone to the library to take some books.

She had been there already.

He already took a nap, reviewed a couple of things and when he returned before dinner time she was still there on the very table spot earlier.

He had returned the books he borrowed a few days ago and had gone back to the Slytherin Common Room.

He noticed that she had missed dinner as well.

And so right after dinner and just out of curiosity, he went to the library to study and check if she was still there.

And she was.

The library had been filled and emptied for the past hours and yet Hermione Granger was still hunched over several books right out after the exams.

He couldn’t help but think and wonder what it could be that she was studying at that hour or for the past several hours.

Draco had been consumed by his thoughts and wonder that when Hermione had suddenly looked up from her books and had stared straight up at him, it actually took him a moment to realize.

His eyes widened at the realization and Hermione was already staring at her in the same surprised manner.

He quickly looked away and had buried himself in the stacks of books he had taken from the shelves.

He kept his scarred face down over his parchments and was cursing himself quietly and repeatedly telling himself how idiotic and stupid he was.

He counted and waited for several minutes before actually deciding to slowly look up again from behind the books to check if Hermione was still staring suspiciously at his direction.

To his almost delight, Hermione was nowhere to be found.

“Is there anything you need?” a voice came up.

Draco cursed in spite of himself and slowly turned around.

Hermione was standing right behind him with two books clutched over her arm and her sling bag over her other side.

He looked up at her, mouth dry and at loss for words.

“I was just-“

“Are you spying on me?” Hermione asked folding her arms.

He looked up at her and wanted to admit that yes he was sort of spying on her.

“No.” Draco simply answered staring up at her suspicious face. “I was thinking and contemplating and then my eyes wandered at your direction.”

“Wandered at my direction?” Hermione repeated with a raised brow.

“I thought I was alone in the library at this hour.” Draco said as he stood up and began gathering his things.

He didn’t want to be questioned by his actions and he certainly didn’t want to be questioned by her.

“If you would have noticed, the library is open until very late on Fridays, Malfoy. Best time to study.”

“If you would have noticed too, Granger, it’s only this term I’ve come down to be serious with my studies this way.” Draco spat back at her as he was now completely annoyed by the way she spoke to him.

It annoyed him thoroughly.

As the term had begun, he had vowed to focus on his studies and not mind others or anything else that wouldn’t help him achieve his dream of becoming a Healer.

And at that very moment, a few weeks right out of the first term, Hermione was actually the first person to talk to him in this manner or have a conversation of more than ten seconds with him that wasn’t anything about an exam or assignment.

She was also the first person to get on his nerves this early on the term as he had done his best to disassociate himself from people as much as he could since he returned to school.

“I’ve noticed.” Hermione’s voice came about after a while as he was halfway done into gathering his things together.

He stopped midway of reaching for a book he attempted to put back in his bag.

“You what?” he asked turning to her.

“I’ve noticed.” Hermione repeated clearly. “That you’ve been studying a lot.”

“Well what else is there to do?” Draco said quickly diminishing the surprise from his face and voice and resuming to keeping his things away.

“I heard you left the Quidditch team.” Hermione suddenly pointed out as she remembered that the first game was to come in a week.

“Yes, well not all things would be about brawns and balls, right?” he said, but it was as if more to himself than to her.

Hermione’s eyebrows quirked together as she remained standing there before him.

Draco finished with his things only to find her still there and staring back at him.

“Is there anything else you need, Granger?” he asked her as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

It took her a moment to answer him.

She stood there, staring back at him as if contemplating his question and how or what she was going to answer him.

The silence of the library and the thought that they were the only ones left studying late that night felt wrong for Hermione.

An eyebrow was raised and she stood straighter before him.

“Nothing.” Hermione haughtily answered him. “Goodnight, Malfoy.”

And she turned around and about without another word back at him.

Draco stared at her with a slightly confused look at her retreating back.

And before he knew it, he was actually smiling – not smirking – as he quietly left the library after her at the thought that in the longest time since his mother had passed, someone had actually bid him to have a good night.
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