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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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Finally another chapter for your reading pleasure!
Blinded: Chapter 24
Word seemed to spread fast about Draco and Hermione's engagement. It didn't help that at the Potter's the next night, Scorpius blurted out the news at the dinner table.
"Uncle Harry, Herminee is going to be my new mummy." Scorpius beamed as he looked up at Hermione. Her face turned a bright red as everyone at the table turned to look at Draco and Hermione sitting next to each other.
"Well, is it true?" Ginny asked as Draco and Hermione seemed to be squirming in their seats as they glanced at each other with half-smiles.
Both of them answered loudly, "Yes."
Draco grabbed Hermione's hand and held it tightly on top of the table, where now a beautiful diamond engagement ring glittered in the light. The couple smiled as they looked down at the new ring resting on Hermione's finger. The smiles they gave each other seemed much brighter than any ring could have. It's funny how being in crazy love can do that to people.
"When were you going to tell us?" Harry asked, trying to sound slightly put out, but his eyes showed otherwise.
"Well, Potter, knowing my son the way I do, I knew that we didn't need to say a word and that Scorp would do the telling for us." Draco reached out to ruffle his son's curly hair, now grown back.
Hermione tried not to let nerves overtake her. She really had wanted to be the one to gently break the news of her engagement to her friends. Looking at cute Scorpius, who was all smiles and eating with gusto, she really couldn't be angry with him. Of course, this did have to be the evening that Harry and Ginny had invited Ron and his new girlfriend, Susan Bones, to dinner.
Hermione noticed that Ron's fork was still mid-air on the way to his mouth as he stared at her and Draco. As each second ticked by, Ron's face turned another darker shade of red. Harry and Hermione noticed simultaneously that their old friend was going to explode. They'd seen it enough through the years to know that this would not be pretty.
Harry nudged Ginny, "Take the children upstairs…now," and he slid his chair back and stood up.
"James, Albus, Scorpius…let's go upstairs and get some toys to play with. If you go up there really fast, I'll bring you some dessert." The boys all jumped up from their chairs and started racing each other up the stairs. Their laughter could be heard the whole way.
Hermione looked back at Ron, who now was standing by the side of his chair with clenched fists and barred teeth. "How can you two be engaged? He's Draco Malfoy!"
Hermione tried hard to control her breathing and her temper. She was not in the mood to butt heads with her old friend, but it looked like she had no choice. The time had finally arrived to stand up to him.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, I know full well who this man is and I love him. He saved me and he's changed from who he was years ago. For God's sake! We all have changed…except you maybe." Hermione muttered the last bit with hatred in her voice, but everyone in the room still heard.
He tried to step around the table, except Susan latched onto his arm. "He will bring you nothing but misery Hermione." Ron shouted the words to her, ignoring the new woman at his side whose face had turned very pale at his outburst.
"Oh Ronald, those are choice words, aren't they? Out of everyone in this room, you have brought the most misery into my life. Everything Draco did to me in our youth is nothing compared with what you pulled before I left England." Hermione wanted to run around the table and strangle the redhead, her hands visibly shaking now.
Hermione could feel Draco standing up and putting his hands on her shoulders in support. He said nothing, but she felt him there; it felt good and it felt safe. No one would hurt her with Draco by her side.
Harry cleared his throat, "This really isn't the time nor place for you two to get into this. It's many years too late and you've both moved on."
"Maybe you should explain the moving on part to him then, Harry," Hermione pointed over to a seething Ron.
Ron started to talk again but didn't get far before Susan smacked his arm and grabbed his hand. "We're leaving. Thank you for dinner, Harry and Ginny. Congratulations Hermione and Draco." Ron's protests fell to deaf ears and she dragged him out of the room and out of Harry's house.
As soon as they left, the tension fell away. The adults all started laughing and Hermione fell into her chair. "Where's the dessert?" They heard James yelling down the stairs. Which only made all of them laugh even harder.
"Just remember," Harry said looking at Hermione, "If you promise sweets to your children and you don't follow through, they won't ever forget."
Hermione looked over to Draco who took her hand into his and gave it a firm squeeze. "It's absolutely true love. Scorp has a nasty sweet tooth too."
She was grateful that Ron and Susan had left, though she knew her problems with him weren't exactly resolved. It needed to happen before she ever married Draco. It would be painful, but it had been many years in the making and it was time to solve it once and for all.
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Later that night back at Hermione's flat, she sat and worried as she lay in bed waiting for Draco to come into her bedroom. He was off in the other room reading Scorpius his fourth or fifth bedtime story. They hadn't talked yet about what had happened earlier that evening between her and Ron. She knew it would come up. As they would be getting married soon, the story needed to be told.
Draco came wandering in, looking tired and ready to drop. "I think it's time to head to Flourish and Blotts for new books for that boy. If I have to read the same story again I may go certifiably insane." He crawled into bed and reached out to pull her towards him. She fit so perfectly into his arms and it all felt so right.
"I'm sorry about earlier." Hermione felt Draco stroking his hands through her hair. She could feel herself calming down as his hands ran through her hair.
"There's nothing to be sorry for. I think we all realize that it's not your problem, except Weasley, whose problem it truly is and he's too dense to see it." Draco's words made her laugh.
She closed her eyes as Draco was lulling her to sleep until he asked the question she'd been dreading hearing from him.
"So what did Weasley do that caused you to leave England and your life here?" Hermione stiffened in Draco's arms as she thought about how she wanted to answer the question. She had hoped to avoid this question for as long as possible, but after tonight's fiasco at Harry's house, the time had finally come.
Hermione sighed and sat up so she could look at Draco. If she was going to tell secrets about her life, she wanted to be able to read his expressions.
"Only two of us know the truth, me and Ron. It happened right after Fred's funeral. All of the Weasley brothers drank a little too much that day and into the evening." Hermione became lost in her memories of that long-ago night that had changed her world.
"It was late and we were still up because Ron said he couldn't sleep. I mentioned how I wanted to go to Australia to find my parents."
Draco looked puzzled as he cocked his head staring at her. "What were your parents doing in Australia?"
Hermione sighed and fell back against her pillow, flinging her arm over her eyes. "I modified their memories before Harry, Ron, and I went on the Horcrux hunt. I had a feeling that Voldemort would be coming for them soon. I didn't want them hurt, so I erased myself from their memories and their lives." The tears were falling down her cheeks.
"Where are your parents now love? You never talk about them."
"They're still in Australia," she said trying to stop crying, "When I finally located them I wasn't able to return their memories back to what it was. Maybe it was for the best. They had opened a book store and looked happy."
"You do know maybe there is more we could do." Draco moved her chin so she was looking at him. "You have more reasons now than ever to find them."
"It's because of my parents that started our argument that night…
Seven years earlier:
Hermione moved to the stove to set the kettle of water on so they could have their evening tea. After the long day of Fred's funeral and the get together afterward, they both were tired and not themselves. Maybe it hadn't been the right moment to bring this up, but Hermione was anxious to head to Australia to find her parents. She missed them so much. After all that she'd been through the past year, she again needed their love and strength in her life.
"Ron, I think it's time I go and locate my parents now that the war is over, " she said as she pulled two teacups out of the cupboard.
Hermione heard what sounded almost like a growl from behind her. A kitchen chair came hurtling towards her and she jumped out of the way before it crashed against the wall.
"You are so selfish! It's not fair!" Ron screamed at her. "It's easy for you to just up and leave and go get your family back."
Hermione's hand lay against her pocket where she kept her wand. Ron's outburst was making her nervous.
"Wouldn't it be nice for me to go and bring Fred back? No! I can't because he's dead and buried; gone forever." Ron's shouts were mixed with the tears that now were coursing down his face. "This is all your fault."
"Ron, how is Fred's death my fault? It was a Death Eater who hit the wall that crumbled down on Fred." Hermione couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Ron's mouth. How could he even believe that she was at fault for his brother's death?
"It's your filthy kind that caused this war! You mudbloods should have never been allowed into our world."
Hermione stood in shock at hearing the words coming out of Ron's mouth. Never in a million years did she think she'd hear Ron using that word. It had to be the copious amount of alcohol he'd drunk that was at fault.
Ron rushed to her side, raised his hand, and slapped her face. The stinging blow sent her toppling into the countertop, sending the teacups crashing to the floor. He wasn't finished as his foot came out kicking her in the ribs over and over again.
Hermione's sobs were uneven as she tried to catch her breath. His strong arms bent down to lift her up, and his fist punched her in the face as her cheekbone cracked from the blow.
"Stop Ron, please I know…you don't…mean it." She pleaded with the man she loved.
"Yes, I do, bitch. I wish you'd never come to Hogwarts. I wish you were dead!" Ron spat in her face and tugged her hair, pulling a huge clump out in his hand. Hermione struggled to reach her wand, but Ron's hand knocked it away as she watched it roll across the floor. She knew she needed to do something soon because Ron had lost all control as he continued to curse her telling her how she needed to die.
With barely a whisper she said, "Accio wand," and her wand came shooting towards her hand. "Stupefy". Ron fell onto the floor near her. Hermione struggled to get up with her broken ribs and other injuries she knew Ron had given her.
Today:
Hermione sat in the bed feeling the tears streaming down her face. She'd tried to forget what had happened that night, but it had always stayed with her. She looked up at Draco whose face was now the darkest shade of red she'd ever seen on a Malfoy.
"I'm going to go and kill that bastard," Draco moved to leave the bed, but she grabbed his arm and hugged it to her.
"No, Draco. I'm not so sure how much he even remembers from that night."
"But he tried to kill you, Hermione! You're lucky that you were able to Stupefy the git." Draco's arms scooped her up and he laid her across his lap.
"Why did you never tell Harry and Ginny?" Draco's hands kept busy as they smoothed down her hair when really it was probably done to comfort himself too.
"I wasn't so sure that they would believe what he'd said that night or even that they would take my side in the matter. All of the Weasleys, including Harry, had a hard time with Fred's death." Hermione buried her head in Draco's chest, smelling the strong, comforting smell of his cologne.
"So you just left then?" Draco sounded more surprised than she thought he would. At the time it had seemed like the only logical thing to do. The man she loved had betrayed her in the worst way. She sighed before continuing her story.
"Yes, I gathered my things and found a safe spot until the next morning. Then I took an international portkey to France and never looked back. I spent a few weeks in the hospital there recovering before I started working for The French Ministry of Magic." Her voice sounded so sad it made Draco's heart feel such pain for her at the loss of a friend, lover, and having to flee her home country leaving everything she knew behind.
Draco was silent as his hands were tangled up in her hair, twirling the curls around his fingers. He could hear her soft sobs as she fell asleep in his arms. He knew he would have a hard time not thrashing Ron Weasley the next time he saw him. He deserved that and so much more. How could any man who claimed to love a woman abuse her like that, even in the throes of grief? Draco could never imagine hurting Hermione that way and vowed that someday he would make things right for her. As his eyes closed in exhaustion, he tried to fall asleep with images of how he'd torture Weasley running through his mind.
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Sorry for the long delay in updating this story. Real Life not only hit me hard, but in a bad way. I wish I could share details, but let's just say this Mama was not happy with something that happened to one of her kids. The past several months have been hard on my mind and heart. I'll try to update my stories more often, as things are finally settling down a bit.
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