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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 Notes:
It's my birthday!!!
Hahaha. Yeah, I had to announce that. So here's a post. I'm trying to take this day as slooooow as I could possibly do so.
Lots of love from my end of the world.

Chapter Twenty Four
Fear

Whatever it was that they might have been thinking privately, was definitely nowhere in range after about half an hour.
They secretly admitted to themselves that the wine might have been indeed quite strong and that they were highly emotional a few hours ago than they were at present.
Despite their slight distance from one another, they walked side by side with the backs of their hands gently brushing against one another when their pace came to the same tempo or they walked too close to one another.
But neither had spoken anything since they left Hermione’s apartment.
And in Draco’s point of view, the silence was quite deafening.

Right out from the café, Hermione happily took Draco by the hand and the latter, in what seemed like his own happy and drank state, let Hermione take him with her to her apartment.
He had never been at that side of London before.
It was a small linear and village type with long lines of cafes, bookstores, shops and then an array of houses or rather apartments.
They passed Harry’s dimly lit apartment that was just a few blocks from hers; and then they reached hers.
He noted its taller and smaller architecture with the right angle and arch of privacy by the way that the tall black gate and windows were thickly covered with drapes and the lights that reflected the inside of the house without revealing anything at all.

He quietly smiled to himself at the thought of it – despite her fame for what she’s done for the war and as part of the Golden Trio, she obviously wanted to keep her personal affairs very private.

“Well, are you just going to stand there?” her voice rang and distracted his thoughts.
Draco looked away from the dimly lit street and back at her at the top of the steps that led to her door.
“Sorry?” he asked as he walked inside the small gate when she impatiently waved her hand to invite him inside.
There were wards from the gates’ perimeter and it was only because he was with her presence that he was allowed within its magical protection.
His eyes moved around and he could tell that Hermione was watching him closely.
“It’s not manor comfy.” Hermione’s tone called down at him as he took slow steps up the short staircase. “But it is home.”

He finally reached her at the top of the stairs and she looked up at him after she opened the nicely done ivory door.
Draco stared back at her and he could sense that she was somehow nervous about something.
Was it their proximity from one another?
Was she regretting inviting him to her place when there was absolutely no right reason for it?

It might have been both their emotional and mental state earlier due to the wine that evening but he entered right after Hermione bit her lower lip and turned to enter her apartment.
As he followed and close the door behind him, he felt that Hermione was regretting her invitation.
He looked around as he heard her move around like a fast blur around in her place.
He heard her throw her shoes at somewhere at the side and her barefoot making sounds as she ran down the narrow entrance and up the stairs.

“Make yourself at home!” her voice echoed from the second floor.
Draco smiled as he entered Hermione’s humble abode while he listened to her clamor of moving things back and forth at the second floor as she hurried change.
He could see the minimalist kind of décor around the apartment and yet at the same time, her intricate way of displaying and organizing her books around the place was a good juxtaposition to the way she seemed to plan the place to look like.

Another flicker of a smile passed his face and he knew that he was had enough to drink tonight to accept her invitation to be where he was standing.
But Hermione?
She had definitely had more than enough to drink tonight to even stomach the idea of taking Draco into her home.

“Take your time.” Draco called back as he wandered around the house, fascinated as he was at the panel of bookshelves that filled the place from the small living room, the small space corridor that led to the kitchens and small dining area and at the small space under the stairs.
“I’ll be out in a few!” Hermione called out and he heard the closing and opening of doors from the upper floor. “There might be something in the kitchen that you might find interesting like tea or something to help your head ease up from the wine – just feel free to get your hands on them.”
But there were other things in her place that interested him more.
He could hardly believe it now and Draco knew that he would hardly believe himself in the past if he knew that one day he’d ever be down in the apartment of Hermione Granger’s apartment looking for something to ease his head in her kitchens.
He felt the funny and oddly familiar sensation of being there and doing these things and yet the strange way of how they had become close enough in the past few days for him to earn a right to be let inside her apartment.
It was either their social relationship between one another had gone up a notch or they were both quite drunken tonight.
Draco wished it wasn’t the latter.

He walked back to the living room and found himself staring entertained at the photographs lined along the window sill and the end tables of the small room.
There were the Golden Trio in one of the largest frames with Harry and Ron wearing their Quidditch robes while Hermione her usual Hogwarts robes in the last game before they graduated. Another photo showed the three of them in half-properly worn uniform over their casual clothing that told him it was the afternoon where they’ve taken their N.E.W.T.s exam. Another showed the three of them in full uniform at the grounds with Hagrid, another in a Hogsmeade weekend when they were younger with the rest of their friends like Neville, Luna, Ginny and the twins. A photo of Hermione with her parents and Crookshanks in her hand lay at the corner most next to a photo of the Golden Trio in their younger year with Sirius and the rest at Grimmauld Place and the most important photo it seemed to be was one at the middle – the Golden Trio with Harry in full Auror uniform, Hermione in a Ministry worker uniform and Ron in a profession Quidditch team uniform.
Draco found himself picking up the one where Hermione was alone and was holding Crookshanks in her hand by a Christmas tree and an array of books next to her.
She had a nice childhood before all of the horrors of the war had happened. And if he would come to look at it, they all loved her and they all didn’t deserve what the war had brought upon each of them.
He heard her rushed footsteps getting down the stairs so he quickly returned the photo frame back to its place and moved as far away from the array of frames as possible.

“Ready?” he asked as he slowly turned to the door where he heard her enter with two large boxes.
“Hold on. I’m looking for the right shoes.” Hermione breathlessly said as she looked around two boxes filled with shoes.
But it was Draco who wasn’t ready.
He was barely listening anymore to her rant about the right shoes for her dress.
Despite her loosely made tresses all over her shoulders, Hermione looked radiant.
She was wearing a perfectly cut black halter dress that embraced all the right sides and curves and gifts of her body.
Draco felt his mouth run dry and he tried to look everywhere but at her as she was bent over the couch trying to wear the right shoes and the sides of her bare breasts were showing.
Secretly, he was quite happy that her therapy had gone well enough but he knew even if she was still plastered with bandages at this point, she wouldn’t look any less beautiful.

“Sorry it took a while.” Hermione said as she straightened up and tried to flatten the dress back down. “I couldn’t find anything to put on my head – these tresses are still a worry for me – I can’t believe it’s still being some sort of problem.“ she stopped as she stared back at Draco who was gaping at her. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes met Draco who was just staring or rather ogling back at her.
“Nothing.” Draco said quickly looking away and furiously trying to hide the blush growing from both his cheeks. “Let’s go.”
But before Hermione could ask him, he quickly turned from her and she followed suit the sound of his ebbing footsteps that led to the entrance door.

The silence that was exchange between them from leaving her apartment, to walking down the few streets and making to another Apparition point made Hermione very conscious and concerned.
The wine seeming to be leaving her senses and as she felt growing sane in the night, she couldn’t help but think if this was a good idea and if there was growing worry in Draco’s as well.
He had been suddenly quiet since they left her apartment.

“Is something wrong?” she asked him as he let her hand go after Draco Apparated them at the lower grounds of the Malfoy Manor. “I know I’ve asked you awhile ago but..”
She looked at him but he suddenly seemed and felt distracted as they reached the grounds.
Hermione’s eyes moved from Draco and at the sight before her.
She inhaled the cold air around her and couldn’t help but think of how beautifully lit the grounds were and yet remember the horrifying memories she’s endured in that very place years ago.
She turned and stared at him as he pointed up to the small steps that will lead them up at the manor from the dark, stony and grassy grounds.
Draco only shook his head as he placed his hands inside his pockets as gently and discreetly as possible.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the gesture because she was just about to reach for them to stop him from walking.

“Malfoy.” Hermione clearly called back up at him with a hint of annoyance and impatience in her tone.. “I’ve asked you a question. Is something wrong?”
They continued to walk but Draco didn’t look back.
She suddenly felt that this was completely an absurd idea.

“Draco.” Hermione clearly called out as she stopped and stared at his retreating back. “I’m asking you.”
He looked distant but he stopped and he straightened up, obviously contemplating what to answer her.
He turned suddenly and walked back to the steps he’s left her behind.
Without a second thought, he reached out to grab her hands and it slightly surprised Hermione.
“Draco-“
“I’m sorry.” Draco’s tone was low and serious that told Hermione that all the wine had also left his brains. “I think this is a bad idea. I don’t want you to see this place again. I wasn’t thinking clearly.”
He looked at her and there was nothing but worry, fear and remorse in them.
He was guilty now of bringing her there after all the memories he knew she still had in her about that very place.

Obviously taken aback, Hermione’s mouth had gone dry and she suddenly didn’t know what to say. All the fun and reckless decisions of the night had led to this and now they were out and awake from their reverie and back into being sober, things just didn’t add up anymore.

“Draco- “
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.” Draco said and she could feel the guilt growing in his tone. “I’ve…Don’t get me wrong. The night was really – it had been really good – it was an absolutely amazing night-“
“Draco-“ Hermione began again as she tried to collect herself as well and say something through Draco’s words that were becoming fast and slurred. “Listen-“
“No, just – Hermione, this had been an incredible night and I don’t know why I had to ruin it all and drag you here.”
“You’re not ruining anything-“
“We’re here at the manor, Hermione.” Draco said as his fingers tightened for a moment around her wrist. “The Malfoy Manor. I don’t think I have to remind you what this place means to you.”
She looked back at him and a point in her heart had suddenly ached.
He hasn’t forgiven himself after all these years.
She stood there, watching him struggle and contemplate if he should just bring her back.
But before she could even have enough understanding for herself, she moved her hands around his and held his inside hers.
He looked up at her with question in his eyes.
Their eyes met and for that moment, if there was absolutely anything they were both sure of tonight was that nothing was making sense and yet neither of them was willing to let the other go.
It was crazy and it was unnerving to think about but it was happening.

“We can’t bring Dobby back, Draco.” Hermione found herself saying. “It’s the past. We can’t bring that back. He’s helped us escape and I’m sure he’s happier wherever he is now.”
A gleam appeared in Draco’s eyes as if there was something else that he wanted to say.

“I can’t do this.” Draco said as he began to withdraw his hand from hers. “I’m taking you back.”
“You can do this.” Hermione said stopping him from doing so. “We can do this together. We’re not running away from a little something like this because you think that past will ruin it all. Draco, you have to forgive yourself.”
Now the gleam became more apparent in his eyes and Draco pushed himself away from Hermione with a sudden movement.
She looked back at his fearful stance.
“Hermione, you don’t understand. My father will-“
“Will hear about this?” Hermione asked with a mixture of sarcasm and amusement in her voice. “He should definitely hear about this.”

He looked back at her and the hate and determination that were both obvious in her eyes.
“I can’t drag you back into all these crazy thoughts. We were obviously not thinking. This is childish.”
“Childish?” Hermione said with a chuckle as she shook her head unbelievingly at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Draco answered her with dignity. “This is.. This isn’t something we’d do- this isn’t something you would do. Not for me anyway.”
But Hermione was barely listening.
“What are you smiling about?” Draco asked her, slightly insulted. “Don’t you get this? I can’t – I refuse to drag you into this – no, definitely not you.”
“You’re being ridiculous right now-“
“No, Hermione.” Draco firmly said. “I know these past week have been fast, crazy and even surprising – definitely interesting – and I’m not going to let all that change just because I want to get even to my father and show him that I am not his son anymore.”
“But you are not your father’s son.” Hermione quietly said as she reached for his hand again. “I think your Healer badge can more than prove that.”
This time, Draco didn’t retract.
His eyes moved to her with question and he seemed to relax in her touch.
“As much as I’d despite admitting this to you, Malfoy – but this night – tonight – is just one of the craziest yet most fun I’ve had in ages.” Hermione said with what sounded like genuine ecstasy in her tone.
Draco’s eyes lit up at her words.
“What do you mean?” he asked her, astonished. “Do you understand what we’re talking about right now?”
“Well you know me..” Hermione said with a slight gush over her face. “I mean.. I’ve been working dreadful hard for the past weeks, months – and maybe years – and well, wine nights on a working night? In the middle of god knows where that was – hours out late, dragging you with me at my place to get ready for a party at your manor? I must be crazy – and I haven’t been this crazy in such a long time.”
Draco didn’t get it at once but she started to wear a smile that he couldn’t help but melt into.
“I don’t want you to regret being with me.” Draco honestly said and he turned closer back to her, taking hold of her hand.
This time, they faced one another with Draco gently holding both her hands and Hermione could just suddenly feel her heart pounding.
It made her panic and want to draw her hands away from the inside of Draco’s hands but she couldn’t.
“I refuse crazy adventures with three-headed dogs and all that – that’s crazy and I don’t want to compete with that.”
“Then what do you want?” Hermione asked him quietly as her brown eyes matched his. “What do you want, Draco?”
He looked at her and then he lowered his face, trying to hide the side with burn over it.
Hermione reached forward but drew her hand back quickly when Draco made a step back from her.
“I thought we were having fun tonight.” Hermione admitted to him. “But if you don’t like to do this, we can go back.”
“I don’t want any bad memories with you, Hermione.” Draco said hearing his heart pound in his ears. “We’ve started better this time around and I don’t want to ruin anything.”
She looked at him, trying to read his thoughts.
Remorse and guilt were written all over Draco’s face and Hermione knew that these were things he had been enduring and had been eating him up all these years.

Hermione inhaled and reached for him again.
He looked at her as the ends of their fingers touched, gently colliding and feeling one another.
“We’re not doing anything that will worsen things out. We won’t even be doing anything, Draco.” Hermione promised him. “But I don’t want him to know you’re not affected by him. I certainly don’t want you to remember this night that you’ve stepped away and let him have his victory.”
He looked at her as if he was seeing some other person.
She was speaking so differently this time.

He looked at her, still contemplating, still conflicted.
He knew that whether he had dragged her there tonight, she was most likely to be there as per to her Ministry responsibilities.
But taking her there tonight was a weigh over his shoulders that he would bear no matter the consequences.
And despite that, he knew that he couldn’t do this without her.

“We can choose not to be there tonight. You can choose not to do this.” Hermione said as her fingers closed around his. “But we can also do it together.”
There was something in her eyes, something that was making him brave by the moment.
He didn’t want his father out of Azkaban and yet he was.
He didn’t want to drag Hermione into the mess in his life and yet here she was as well.
He wondered how many more years would the gods punish him for everything that he has done.

The young Malfoy heir wondered how meeting her back after several years, fighting with her for the past weeks with the most petty reasons, inevitably becoming her Healer in duty and getting her for coffee and wine ended this way tonight.
She was there for him – Hermione Granger was there for the man who had bullied her all their adolescent life.
There must be one tiny good thing he had done that the gods of the nine realms had seen.

Draco looked back up at the steps and back at Hermione who was staring back and away from the manor.
She was waiting for him to decide for the two of them.
Draco reached out gently and held her closer like he had done earlier when she came crying to his office.
“We don’t have to go, Hermione.” Draco slowly reminded her with a concerned smile over his face making his decision tonight and wanting nothing more than for her to just agree with him. “It’s just a ball.”
“I know.” Hermione quietly replied to him as she held his hand back. “It’s just a ball.”

“Oh, there they are!”
Harry and everyone else’s heads’ turned at the terrace side entrance where Draco and Hermione both had hoped to make a very discreet and quiet entrance by the manor.
But the man-servant who had quickly spotted Draco and had been alerted by his Apparition at the grounds quickly gave Lucius Malfoy a head’s up at the arrival of his only son, with an unexpected arm candy for the night.

His eyes narrowed at the thought of it – a Mudblood at their midst.
But he was Lucius Malfoy – the new man he claims to be – and he would create this façade for as much as it would take him to claim back all the good and glory by his name and side.

Draco stared at Hermione and as surprised and reluctant as she looked, she kept her stance close to him.
She firmly grasped his hand for support and nodded quietly.
He relaxed a little at her encouraging gesture and with another nod, the moment she heaved up and brave a big smile at the crowd, Draco followed suit.

He nodded at the crowd that cheered for him.
Lucius Malfoy had obviously been waiting for him and was obviously building up his appearance at his welcome back party.
He was always a bastard.

Hermione and Draco had no choice but to enter with such a grand entrance and greeted Lucius at the middle of the grand staircase of the manor as he descended it to their direction.
With his old serpentine staff with nothing but a real and no wand in it, he held it high.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed as they drew closer, feeling her heart beat faster by the moment.

Lucius’ eyes never left Hermione the moment they appeared before the party and Hermione could swear that those eyes were just undressing every bit of her.
The bastard.
She could just feel his narrowed cold grey eyes moving around her body, following every bit of curve that her black dress had made as his salacious thoughts embraced every bit of her fiber.

The crowd’s cheer didn’t really die down as they reached the Malfoy senior.
Rita Skeeter’s edition the other day obviously made a lot of impact to the community and the news and rumors had obviously been bigger than Hermione and Draco thought of it.
And seeing the crowd’s reaction just proved how the woman had laced her article with sweet lies about the two of them and with their arm-in-arm arrival tonight, they only proved Skeeter’s article to be nothing but truth.

“Welcome, my son.” Lucius aid as he pulled Draco into a tight embrace for the world to see and for which Draco had very briefly returned.
Hermione’s eyes wandered away from Lucius once Draco had his attention.
Her eyes searched the crowd knowing Harry would be somewhere there tonight.
The crowd gazed up with astonishment at the arrival of the rumored couple – the secret lovers they were.

“Now I see why you’ve come late.” Lucius said as he stood steadfast with an air about him as his eyes moved back from Draco towards Hermione. “You’ve brought yourself some valuable date.”
His greeting was loud enough for the crowd to hear and there was emphasis on what he called her but Hermione knew what the remark really meant.
Hermione Grange may be a war hero but she was a Muggle-Born and the whole Wizarding World knows how the Malfoy, one of the sacred twelve, viewed Hermione’s kind.

“Miss Granger?” Lucius whispered as he offered his hand to hers without leaving her gaze. “Still as… astounding and enticing as you’ve always been.”
Hermione stared back at him with all the hatred rushing through her veins.
Her fingers began to clench at her side as her eyes gleamed with hatred.
Even amidst the crowd or standing next to Draco, she didn’t feel any less murderous than how she felt the other day when she first came across him with Harry by her side.
Hermione nodded at the older man and stared up at him with a dignified and firm look over her face.
“Mr. Malfoy.” Hermione said as she slowly and gently offered her hand to his for a brief shake.
But it wasn’t a hand-shake she had received.
There, for all the crowd to see, Lucius Malfoy went a little down from his high-placed pedestal and edged himself closer to Hermione and kissed the back of her hand as a welcome to his grand party.
There were audible gasps and Harry who stood at the front of the crowd stared at the situation with much repugnance as a surprise.
He was battling whether to drag Hermione from the staircase, call her off or just make any kind of scene that would end up what was taking place before everyone’s eyes.

Draco’s eyes widened at the gesture and then he quickly pulled Hermione as discreetly yet as fast as he could away from Lucius.
The kiss had been very brief – his lips had passed her skin and then Draco had broken the contact.
But that very brief moment from which his lips passed her senses, every bit of hatred had been cultured to life in Hermione and she wished more than anything at that moment but for her wand.

“Welcome to my humble abode, Miss Hermione Granger.” Lucius said with an intoxicating tone in his voice. “I am glad that you have accepted my invitation and is very modest indeed into accepting my son’s invitation to be his date for tonight. You must have become very special for him.”
Hermione didn’t know what to answer exactly.
She had been pursuing her lips, biting back anything she may say and regret later for the sake of Draco.
“I think we both know there’s nothing that humble around here.” Draco said in a clear tone and a smile as he moved Hermione another few inches away from Lucius. “Do enjoy the night father. We will just be about and around looking for some friends or so.”
And without another word, Draco bluntly took Hermione by the hand and walked her away from Lucius, leaving him standing in awe at what Draco had just done.

The crowd slowly dispersed and Harry was the first on his heel to take pursuit towards them.
“What’s this?” he demanded unable to contain himself as he rushed forward and quickly pulled Hermione’s hand away from Draco.
“Not here. Please.” Hermione quietly and firmly said as she eyed him back. “If you will talk to me, not this way and not here.”
She stared at him and Harry knew that she was still very much angry at him for what he has done.
Draco stood in between them, unsure of what to say or do for he knew that he wasn’t in any place at all to say anything regarding their argument.
“Is this how angry you are at me?” Harry asked him as he lowered his voice because Ministry Aurors were walking their way to greet Hermione. “This is how you’re trying to get at me – to take your dear Healer for a date?”
Hatred flourished his tone and Draco knew that he was being dragged into something that wasn’t his entire fault anyway.
“Hold on there, Potter.” Draco said with a warning. “You’ve got to bloody step down and-“
“No. Let him, Draco..” Hermione said indignantly as she took Draco’s hand. “He likes assuming things. Anyway, we won’t stay long. This is just courtesy for my department. I’ll see you around, Harry.”
And before Harry could even do anything, she had turned around and pulled Draco with her.
Draco stared at her and back at Harry in an uncertain way.
He looked apologetic and at the same time, he also looked like for the first time ever, he won the Golden Snitch over Harry without cheating but pure out of talent and luck.

The night had been purely consumed of its hours by a lot of dancing, music, drinking and eating the grand and elegant gala that Lucius had put up for everyone.
He had made up a couple of speeches already and one pertaining to ‘thanking’ his loyal supporters and the supporters of the Malfoy and Black lineage who were all still there for him and his son and those who are always at heart supporting and loving his late wife.
Everyone knows that not everyone was there to support the Malfoys or Blacks.
They were there out of curiosity of Lucius’ standing at the society now and also, they were there to check if there was anything else that the society can possibly consume like wealth and other bearings from the Malfoys.
Connections would always be connections and they knew that Lucius Malfoy is in desperate need of a handful – and if he still had his wealth, despite losing his wealth, they’re all willing to put up with his bullshit to gain a few extra galleons from the one renowned family line.

He also made a speech on how proud he is that his son – Draco Malfoy – his only son and heir, had made it well at Healer Academy and was now a Healer at St. Mungo’s.
Draco tried to hide his face all the while that this speech was being made.

All his life after the war, he had tried his best to remain hidden, quiet and low-key and out of the public eye to ensure his safety and a good start.
He had tried to keep his working status at St. Mungo’s a secret but now that his arse for a father just announced to the world of his work and where he works, he was sure that a couple of Ministry or Daily Prophet reporters will definitely come and head over at the hospital to gain a few words and interviews from him from time to time.

With Harry ever closely just watching them from afar as he couldn’t get near them because Hermione was still very much mad at him, Draco stayed with Hermione the whole night.
He only ever left her twice since the party had officially begin – first was when he saw one mentor from the Healer Academy at Germany and one was because they actually bumped into Neville and Draco – who still couldn’t get himself over bullying the boy – was generally and sarcastically asked by Hermione to leave them alone to get some drinks and just to make sure that Neville doesn’t feel awkward or bad with his presence.
Draco agreed with a smirk over his face and a promise from Hermione that ‘I’ll wipe that smirk off your face later’ kind of look.
Draco watched from afar, his eyes gently watching Hermione move across the room and even dance with Neville when he himself was itching to dance with Hermione but couldn’t bring himself to ask.
He smirked at himself at the idea that Neville had always seemed to be a coward but not only did he turn out to be one of the bravest at the war, but he actually had the guts to ask a beautiful Hermione Granger for a dance tonight.
He couldn’t believe himself that he hasn’t asked her to dance- but he felt greatly intimidated by her.
She was so – well, so beautiful.
And he just couldn’t believe that he actually was able to be near her again, to be able to talk to her without her trying to murder him or blame her for everything that has happened to her and her family.

“Can I talk to you?”
A voice came out of nowhere that made his thoughts of Hermione go away in a blink.
Draco turned from atop the side of the grand staircase where he had been watching Hermione dance with Neville in the middle of the room with the rest of the other pairs at the party.
“Yes, Potter?” Draco said turning to the man whose voice he knew too well.
He looked back at Harry with a calm face and tried not to think what this was all about – but he was sure anyway that it was about Hermione.
He had never really known if the two of them had ever dated or was ever an item, but judging in Hermione’s stories they were very close but nothing directly hinted that they were ever inlove as a couple.
Potter however, was a different story.
He had been speaking and acting as if he is with Hermione or rather some ex-lover who was still very much inlove with Hermione.

“Are you dating Hermione?” Harry directly asked him as he walked closer Malfoy, one hand in his pocket the other holding a glass of wine.
Draco straightened up and lowered his own glass of wine at the balcony at the side of the grand staircase and stared back at Harry trying to comprehend his question and what he really meant.
“No.” Draco answered after a while for which made Harry thinking that he had been reluctant and was no obviously lying.
Harry stared back at him, lips pursed and glasses slightly askew as he took two more steps closer Draco.
“Are you lying to me?” Harry clearly asked unable to stop himself.
“No.” Draco answered as he looked back at Harry with a more serious stance this time.
“Fine.” Harry answered settling his glass of wine back down next to Draco’s. “Are you inlove with her then?”
This time, it took him a moment to answer.
“No.” Draco defensively answered trying very hard not to blink as Harry pierced him with his own gaze.
“Are you lying to me?” Harry asked again in a deeper and more serious tone.
“No.” Draco answered him and then he blinked.
“You’re lying.” Harry assumed crossing his arms over his chest.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about, Potter.” Draco said as he took one step back and turned slightly to the side to take a sip from his glass of wine.
Harry watched him carefully, watching his body language as an Auror works his way into knowing if some criminal was lying to an investigation and the questions thrown at them.
“Why are you with her then?” Harry asked in an accusatory tone. “We had a fight, did you know?”
“I know.” Draco admitted without reluctance. “She came to me this evening after your fight.”
Their eyes met and a glint passed Harry’s as if what Hermione did was some form of cheating to a lover.
“And why would she do that?” Harry asked him taking a step closer him now. “Why would Hermione turn to you?”
“I don’t know.” Draco said blandly. “Maybe she needs someone to talk to.”
“Why would she do that?” he asked back. “She has me.”
“Then you should ask yourself why she would want or prefer someone else other than you.”
And then Harry closed their gap and without warning grabbed Draco by the collar of his robes.
But Draco was quick.
In a move and maneuver, he was able to grasp Harry by both his wrists and was able to stop him from fully grasping him tightly around the neck.
They stared at one another with a murderous stance as if everything that had been in their Hogwarts days had always been there, never going away.

“Enjoying the part, my dear?” asked a deeply and enticing tone.
Hermione looked up from zipping back up her cocktail dress.
After dancing with Neville she excused herself to going to the ladies’ room that she had been led to by a man-servant and was just done with fixing her hair and dress when she walked out down the empty hallway that led back to the grand ballroom when Malfoy senior came out of the blue.

“Are you following me?” she quickly asked him, straightening up and lowering her hands at her sides.
“But why would I do that?” Lucius asked as he slowly walked closer her, blocking her way from walking away. “This is my mansion, I can be wherever I wand and I can do whatever I want.”
“I’m sure that’s the truth.” Hermione snapped at him as she took two steps backward and was now against the wall as Lucius took each word into another step towards her.
He stood before her, tall and intimidating.
He looked down upon her, gray eyes glinting as he settled one hand over her head and the other at her side holding his staff against the wall..
“But tell me, my dear, would you like me to follow you around?” he asked as he moved closer and closer, closing in their gap. “Would you like me to stalk you?”
“Get away from me.” Hermione said each word through gritted teeth backing and squeezing herself tightly against the wall as if hoping she’d melt right through it to get away from the man.
Lucius smirked at her, seeing and sensing all the fear that was creeping all over her.
“You are still feisty as I remember.” Lucius softly whispered taking his staff from the wall and gently rubbing it at the side of her left shoulder that was bare from her dress.
Hermione nudged it away but Lucius only laughed and smiled at her resistance.
“See? That fire in your eyes - still very much there. Still very much…alive.” Lucius whisper and he actually leaned closer making sure there would only be a few inches of gap from their faces.
“Get away from me or I swear I’m going to scream.” Hermione angrily said wishing she’d taken her wand with her and not leave it by the table where she and Draco had settled themselves.
“You’re..going..to..scream..” Lucius slowly said with a note of sarcasm in his tone as he pretended to look over her as if recalling something. “That sounds vaguely familiar – isn’t it?”
“Get away you monster!” Hermione angrily said and she tried to push him away but Lucius didn’t move a muscle.
He remained standing over her, one arm above her head and at the other at her side, completely blocking her from making a move against or away from him.
“Oh yes, I think I’ve heard of that threat before…” Lucius whispered moving her face closer to her ears. “I’ve heard it before.. I remember now.. Now, the question is, do you remember?”
Hermione’s breathing swiftly changed.
It became hard, labored and heavy like life was being taken away from her.
Her eyes stared back at him, unblinking, filled with fear and at the verge of tears.
“And she recalls it.” Lucius whispered and he actually leaned close enough for this lips to make a very brief contact against her earlobe. “Because I recall.. all of it.. every moment.. every bit…of it..”
Lucius slowly leaned away from her, leaving her to breath hard and loud and to shudder with fear beneath his advances.
His soft yet sinister laughter echoed at their small space and Hermione could feel heart whole body shaking not just in fear but out of anger that had been bottled up for a very long time.
He looked at her, content to see the look in her eyes and the fear that he still had over her.
Lucius then smiled at her as their gazes locked and he pressed his hard body against her, locking her in place and knowing that very same expression and look over her face as she froze in fear, unable to defend herself and unable to move a muscle just like as they both remember she had been many years ago.
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