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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:
OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD.

I AM VERY MUCH ALIVE!
Now, before we go to the story let me explain some things.
First off, I haven't abandoned this.
I had some problem with writer's block as usual so it took me forever to bring forth to my lovely Beta Kelsy (thank you hugs and kisses) and ofcourse I can't and don't want to rush her since she has her own life. I'm already more than grateful for all the help she gives me *hugs hugs*
Secondly, the summer schedule of kids (as you all know by now i'm a musician by profession) so summer just ended in my country and therefore, music lessons had been in demand.
I have been all over the city teaching kids and spending hours doing lesson plans and what to and so on and so forth.
Also, by the end of April, I've suddenly found an apartment.
Yes, I've finally and officially moved out from home so yay me!!!
And the moving out from my old house was such a tedious task because I had to do moving in gaps of my working hours which was also everyday. So just imagine me moving things out from the old house and into the new apartment at the wee hours because at regular hours throughout the day, I was teaching students.
Incredible. I'm not sure how I made it, but here I am, here we are.
I've 80% settled all my things already from my mom's place and into my new apartmen.t
It's almost a dream home.
The location is right at the middle of my favourite part of the city, living now at the high rise like a ten minute walk from my brother's old university and practically right in the middle or part of the city where 85% of my students live. So now, travel to work is easy, less fare expense and time wasted on traveling back and forth around the city to our old house.
I live happily alone and I am able to do things and buy stuff for my new apartment despite the busy summer schedule. But I am very glad with this decision. I've been planning to move out for ages but the right location and apartment was nowhere and this jus thappened so sudden, you know?
Anyway. So the high rise is actually just 5 minute to my fave café too so writing in the morning or at late night after work is very very much something nice to do.
Summer has just ended so i'm adjusting myself with all the work and all the possible thigns I can do now that I can actually enjoy my apartment since i'd have more time to be in it since there would be less students. But hopefully, still have a lot since i'm already here at the city.

Anyway. so here is the story.
Again, I apologize for not updating, I have not abandoned it.
Most of you will be reading this later right up in the morning or evening maybe cause it's 9.22pm east coast at my time at my end of the world.
Hopefully all of you are well and safe. Stormy season now in my counry. How about at your end?
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Chapter Twenty Six
An Engagement

It was the weekend before the Yule Ball and there was barely anyone in the Great Hall at all.
Draco was having his usual early bread and hot chocolate when he overheard from some fellows that Viktor Krum had asked Hermione Granger to the Yule Ball.
And she had said yes.
Viktor Krum always felt like some magazine idol who knew a lot about sports, but looking through and taking close observation to the man, he was awkward at ways and means and that is why Hermione obviously said yes.
It wasn’t because he was a star-player or anything of the sort.
But because there was something in his heart – if not in his brains – that Hermione’s attention had been captured by.
And there he was sure to be stuck with Pansy Parkinson.
He wasn’t sure whom the rest of the champions were going out with and he didn’t bloody care at all.
It was a terrible feeling to go to the ball with having someone he didn’t like let alone knowing that Hermione was going with someone else.
No, the term wasn’t like.
He didn’t like her.
But there was a grueling irritation inside of him when he sees that she was happy or is happy with someone else.
And doing the things she loved the most instead of being restricted only into a handful of things.
It always felt like luck was by her side.
It felt so bad that he expected and had quite wished that Harry Potter took Hermione Granger to the Yule Ball.
What was so hard with that?
They were friends for as long as he could remember and she had the looks and well, Potter was her best friend for as far as he knew.
Why couldn’t he have asked her to the ball?
Oh right.
Stupid git.
He was aiming to be with that bloody Ravenclaw twat who always thought of herself only.
She was pretty, but she was damn full of herself.
He wondered what Potter might have seen with that black-haired Ravenclaw.
Hermione could have gone with anyone at all, Harry Potter atop that list but she chose someone else.
And Draco knew why he was feeling this way.
He knew Harry Potter and the relationship they showed the world at school and outside and he knew that Potter won’t touch her or do anything drastic or advance himself on her when it was so obvious that she only liked him as a friend.
He wanted her to go with Harry Potter.
For it was better to go with the devil he knew than the devil he doesn’t.
Draco’s thoughts were carried along as he made his way to the library to finish a couple of essay for Snape’s class.
It was due the coming week despite that the tournament was ongoing.
As usual, Snape seemed the only person not in sync with the rest of the school in a social or non-academic activity.
Other teachers were in favor of giving easy lectures or assignments and were letting them of with some activities or completely cancelling classes to enjoy some Fridays to mingle and socialize with the school’s guests.
But Snape wasn’t very fond of such events.
He kept his classes and deadlines for assignments on schedule as if the whole tournament wasn’t a big deal at all.
It was quite late already when Draco ventured to the library and immediately went to his favourite empty spot and corner since it was barely with any people tonight.

“Excuse me, but I believe I’ve taken this table already.”

His expression turned and he looked up from the note he was reading after hearing the snotty voice.

It was Hermione.

“Excuse me?” Draco answered her back as he pulled up the chair he was already holding.
Hermione raised her brow and pointed over the table.
He had missed the Gryffindor scarf over it as her form of ‘reservation’ over the table.
“I don’t see anything.” Draco casually said with a smirk as he took his wand and with its point, gently moved Hermione’s scarf away from the middle of the table.
Hermione glared back at him with an utmost look over her face.
“I reserved this table.” she angrily said pulling the chair opposite Draco and placing her bag over it before sitting down.
“I don’t see your name over it.” Draco gently said as he placed his bag over the table and slowly opened it up.
Hermione watched as she took out two books, some parchments and quills and began settling his things over the table as if she wasn’t there.
“Malfoy.” Hermione said in a warning tone. “I got here first. I reserved this particular table.”
Draco ignored her.
Deep inside, he was dying not to laugh at her growing anger.
She watched as he continued to take out his things and settle comfortably to study upon the table.
“Malfoy.” Hermione said a little louder this time through gritted teeth.
“Yes?” Draco asked slowly looking up from the book he was opening.
“I said, I got here first.” Hermione said, giving him a dark look.
Draco’s eyes moved around the library at the other empty tables and over the long table they were fighting over.
“There are other tables-“
“I don’t want another table!” Hermione said in a restrained wail. “I got here first!”
“Geez, Granger.” Draco still calmly said. “Look at this table… long enough for five other people. Grab a chair and sit down and study-“
“But I got here first!” Hermione repeated, standing over the table and fighting her stance over it as if it was some land property she owned.
They heard someone ‘psssssshhhhh’ them both from two aisles of books and Hermione’s eyes turned wider back at him.
“Malfoy!” Hermione said, yet again restraining herself from screaming. “I got here first-“
“Granger, just grab a chair and sit down!” Draco said, unable to ignore her any further.
He closed the book he was reading and looked up at her as he stood up.
“Look at this table. Goddamn big enough for the both of us. What is wrong-“
“I don’t want to sit with you!” Hermione wailed angrily unable to stop herself.
His smirk faded for a fraction and his eyes curved, a flash of emotion passed it but it quickly vanished.
“I don’t want to be anywhere near you!” Hermione spat at him with fury in her eye as like a child, she stomped her foot forward as if to intimidate him.
But it didn’t.
For a moment, all this had been amusing for Draco.
But for some reason, those words seemed to have a big effect on him.
He stared back at her with a glint over his eyes and could swear that a flash of fear passed Hermione’s eyes.
All emotions vanished from his face and he stood before her, cold and unrelenting.
“I’m going to study here because your name isn’t spread or written all over this table.” Draco said in a bitter tone. “You can share at the other end or you can get another seeing there are plenty of other table at this hour. But I’m goddamn not leaving this spot, Granger.”
He looked back at her, her hands shaking at her sides and eyes burning him.
And then she blinked and some sort of raw emotion passed her face.
“You go walking around feeling like you own this place?” she whispered unable to let him get away with it.
Truth was, the table was more than big enough for the two of them.
But there was absolutely nothing in her life she wanted to do with Malfoy if there was a way out of it.
“You think you can just do whatever you want because you’re a Malfoy.” Hermione continued in a jeering voice but he ignored her, he kept on reading.
But he was no longer really reading.
He couldn’t help but listen to her hatred of him and though he didn’t understand it yet, there was something burning in his chest that wasn’t hate as she spoke about him in this way.
“Fucking bastard.” Hermione said, unable to stop herself as she began gathering her things. “Fucking entitled.”
Draco lifted another page, struggling now to remain quiet and still in his chair.
And he would have let it all go, forcing himself to be amused in her anger at not winning the table over.
He could have let it all go until Hermione reached a certain level of his patience with a term she half understood and only half-meant out of her anger at him at the moment.
She stood before him, shaking in anger, eyes on him and Draco slowly looked up back at her.
She was fuming in silence, her eyes hard on him and Draco didn’t give a damn.
A moment had passed but Hermione seemed determined to still have something to say about him.
“Thought you’re leaving?” he slowly asked her with a smirk.
“You think you’re entitled enough with life to do whatever you want?” she lashed at him.
“I am not feeling entitled with anything.” Draco responded. “I’ve clearly paid my tuition for the school term to enable me to use one of these tables that is even large enough to-“
“Not large enough as your ego.” Hermione said grabbing her last book from the table.
“Excuse me?” and up at this point, he was half-amused.
“Fucking bastard.” Hermione said meeting his eyes.
And then the words came out of her mouth like some deadly poison that pierced straight through Draco’s heart.
“Like father, like son.” her usually sweet lips uttered the words very clearly with such spite that her eyes didn’t deny it.
And that was it.
All smirk and amusement vanished from Draco face and he stood up so suddenly, so sharply that Hermione backed away in fear of being attacked.
He looked back at her, eyes burning in both anger and hurt.
Confusion passed Hermione’s face as she saw what looked like genuine hurt from his eyes
A feeling of guilt quickly passed her.
She looked like she was ready to take her word back because at that very moment when their eyes meet, she knew that she had terribly hit a nerve.
“Malfoy..” Hermione softly began, but Draco just stood over her as if at the verge of struggling to hit hurt.
It felt like forever that they just stood there staring at one another.
He looked ready to strike her but something in his eyes told Hermione that he was beyond restraining himself, as if something deeper than emotion was stopping him from attacking or cursing her right at that moment.
But before she could figure it out, Draco blinked and everything in his expression changed again.
He seemed to have come back to his sneering self.
“I’m not fucking entitled.” Draco whispered and with one scoop of his hands, he took all of belongings with him and stared back at her.
“Malfoy-“
“I’m not like you or like that Weasel and Potter strutting the school, feeling entitled all the fucking time for saving the world every goddamn time-“
“I didn’t-“
“I don’t give a shit whatever you think of me or want to call me.” Draco said getting himself away from the table and walking forward her making her back away at his every forward step.
“Malfoy, I’m –“
“I don’t give a damn what you think of me.” Draco whispered in a dangerous tone as he slowly advanced towards her. “But one thing I want very, very clear is that I’m not my goddamn father.”
“I was only-“
“I’m not my father.” he spitefully and warningly whispered back at her. “I am not like him.”
“Look, Malfoy, I didn’t-“
“Don’t.” Draco warned her, but she could almost swear that it wasn’t hate in those eyes she was seeing at that very moment.
It was something else she couldn’t just put her finger on.
“Malfoy-“
“And I thought that between the three of you, you were the most decent and least judgmental.” Draco spat at her and she thought she was going to strike at her.
But he didn’t.
Something like glimmer of tears passed his eyes but it quickly vanished.
Instead, he gave her one last hard and hurt look before suddenly and rigidly walking past her without another word, without looking back.
And as she watched him stalk away from her while she sat at the overly large and empty table she had now all to herself, she felt extremely terribly enough to not want to study any more for the rest of the day.

“Can I speak with you?”
She turned around and about and saw the hesitant and restrained looking face of Harry.
She had been speaking with a coworker at the Ministry who was just excitedly congratulating her from what has taken place.
It took awhile for the crowd to completely disperse and when it did, Hermione found herself dragged by people from the Daily Prophet but only until Draco was able to handle the situation.
He had announced in a clear and loud formal tone that no questions will be posted nor answered for the night as it was not the right occasion for it but he would call on for a press conference for it within the coming weeks.
And then he gently steered her out from the disappointed, arguing and paparazzi crowd of journalists and publicists.
She felt nervous but Draco was used to this so she didn’t doubt him about how things should be done now that the cat was out of the bag.
She watched from afar, the far corner of the crowded place as Draco took the questions not related to them with a constant nod of his head or a shake of it.
Hermione couldn’t help but admire him from the short distance she was standing from him – how he was handling everything with such elegance and class despite that she knew that he was also losing his patience with these people.
This was a side of Draco Malfoy she thought she knew about but now seeing it this closely, she really had no idea of the Draco Malfoy he really was.

Draco took it all it all and answered them all with good composure and dignity and from where Hermione stood, she could clearly see how easily he manages every bit of the interview and questions thrown at him.
Hermione turned around and about and was about to wait for him in the large library when she turned to see Harry.
“You can speak to me.” Hermione answered him in surprise as she slowly turned to him.
“I won’t take long.” Harry quickly said.
“I don’t want it to.” Hermione said with a forced calm tone. “But don’t yell at me or make a scene.”
“I won’t.” Harry shortly promised as his eyes showed relief at her acceptance.
He moved closer to her and with a few glances around, he asked where they could possibly talk privately.
“I’m not very familiar of the place.” Hermione admitted sounding completely stupid.
Reaching an engagement, Harry would probably assume that their relationship had been going on for long and for her not to know the places at the manor just didn’t sound right.
But as usual, Harry had his emotions right out of his chest and he was missing the right details he shouldn’t be.
“We can go to their library or gardens.” Hermione offered him when she realized that Harry was still waiting for her decision. “A balcony a few feet from here might be the best choice though.”
“That’s good enough.” Harry said as he reached out to her to grab her hand to lead her but Hermione had taken a step back and refused to be touched by him.
He looked back at her with quick question in his eyes but Hermione only looked away from him and nodded and then led the way to the balcony area.
Hermione took one last glance at Draco who was still answering the questions with glee in his expression before leading Harry away from the crowded room.
They walked in silence in the darkened corridor that led to the garden balcony area of the manor.
However the silence was more than enough for Harry.
They haven’t even really reached the area for Harry immediately spoke the moment there was no one else close enough to hear their discussion.
“So.” Harry’s voice was constrained and tight as if he was just refraining himself from yelling at her. “You.. you and.. that.. “
Hermione watched in silence as he struggled to carefully pick a right word for Draco who was now the fiancé of her bestfriend.
“You can call him by his name, Harry.” Hermione said in a low tone.
She always found it ridiculous that Harry had a hard time saying someone’s name whether out of fear, spite or because he was joining some bandwagon who was doing the same thing.
She waited but Harry still couldn’t seem to find his lips able to utter Draco’s name in a non-pun intended sort of way.
She kept her silence but she was observing him with keen eyes and Harry looked like he was more than having difficulty into finding words to describe it all, finding words that won’t offend her, finding words that weren’t going to cuss his school nemesis.
Hermione gave him a slightly arched brow.
“You and..” he breathed heavily deciding on what to use. “you.. you and Malfoy?”
Hermione’s lips slightly opened at the term, at the name.
He couldn’t find the right term perhaps so he just settled with what was very much obvious.
“That wasn’t hard, was it?” Hermione haughtily told him.
He looked like he wasn’t ready for the affirmation, not ready for the worst.
But neither was Hermione.
She wasn’t sure she was ready for this conversation and Harry was forcing it out of her.
“Mione.. I don’t.. understand..” Harry began trying to find the right words to this conversation and as he was prolonging it this way, the more Hermione felt that she wanted to end it, that she no longer wanted to endure this.
“I have my fiancé to go back to at the party.” Hermione said in a bored tone as she stared at her fingers which wasn’t her habit. “I can’t stay long.”
She looked him in the eye and all that was nice vanished from Harry’s.
“So you and Malfoy?” Harry said in his usual sassy tone. “You and him?”
“Are you going to be redundant all night long?” she replied in her own cold tone.
Harry stared back at her and his expression told Hermione that all his promises to be ‘well behaved’ for this conversation to happen was slowly waning already.
She wasn’t sure what to tell him or answer him in all honesty.
She really didn’t want that conversation.
She had agreed and spoken to Draco about what was to be said or termed in public but they haven’t really cut down into details for various of people and Harry was an example.
She wasn’t sure what Draco’s say was on the matter – not that he was really her fiancé now.
But she wasn’t sure how to tell Harry because she was his best friend and he would surely worry about her plan and the moment he learns about it.
Hermione was also almost so sure that he is also going to do something detrimental to stop it, to stop her should he find out what was really going on.
And she couldn’t stop now.
She was close more than ever to her long-term goal to avenge her parents by cutting the throat of Lucius Malfoy by any means necessary.
No, Harry couldn’t know yet; he wouldn’t understand.
“It’s complicated.” Hermione replied, bringing her hands together in front of her as she turned to him.
“Complicated?” Harry repeated with an obvious irritation in his voice. “Complicated?”
“You won’t understand.” Hermione simply put out crossing her arms at her.
Harry’s eyes narrowed knowing this was not that Hermione he knew.
And Hermione’s purpose of putting out an attitude on Harry, she knew that it was angering him further.
And she knew that it was the wrong term for Harry and it’ll only anger him further.
If there was anything Harry hated the most, it was being kept out in the dark from things especially if he was concerned about these things.
And telling him straight off that ‘he wouldn’t understand’ definitely struck a chord.
Hermione tried to avoid his eyes knowing he was trying so hard to read her, to find what he was missing.
She looked back at him, uncertain for what to say next but determined to keep him out of the plan and Harry was missing out on it because he was too focused at the relationship at hand than the possible real agenda behind it.
He suddenly looked like he wasn’t ready for this conversation.
And Hermione, despite being not ready herself, had settled into a decision already.
“Is there anything else?” Hermione asked him with a little tone as she crossed her arms in front of him.. “I need to get back to.. to my fiancé.”
Harry’s green eyes stared back at her, slightly wide at the term.
He kept looking at her, through her – obviously searching for lies, for anything to tell him that all of these weren’t true and that there was some detailed, more sane explanation than ‘it’s complicated’ that she had just given him.
But Hermione was good and he could barely see anything beyond her stern gaze at him.
She was passive and it were all seemingly made nothing short of lies.
She was sure and determined to marry the young Malfoy heir.
“But Hermione-“ this time Harry’s voice was impatient, frustrated. “Malfoy – Malfoy?!”
“I’d marry who I’d want to marry.” Hermione shortly told him as she crossed her arms tighter and her other leg straightened slightly to show him that she was ready to walk and leave.
He looked frustrated, unable to put out the right words without having to call Malfoy an arse in front of her and disabling him from talking to her.
“Hermione – “ he stuttered her name. “Mal… Malfoy… Malfoy??” he repeated, almost as if he was at the verge of tears.
She looked away, trying to avoid his pleading gaze because she knew that sooner or later, she couldn’t lie further.
She could never lie to Harry, no – not to him.
Not up until now.
“You’re only repeating yourself.” Hermione said turning away from him but Harry quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her to face him.
“My arm-“
“Don’t you have something – anything – else you have to say?” Harry asked him out of his frustration.
“I’m not sure what else you want to hear, Harry.” Hermione said with a short and firm tone. “There’s nothing that isn’t clear or is –“
“I think it’s more than complicated.” Harry said stepping forward and trying his best to keep himself behaved and composed. “I’m missing something.”
“Missing something?” Hermione repeated rolling her eyes at him. “You’re not missing out on anything.”
“You have to help me out here.” Harry said looking further and further lost in their conversation. “I’m missing something, you’ve got to help me out here, ‘Mione.”
“You’re not missing out on anything.” Hermione answered. “I don’t get what you don’t understand about the whole situation when it’s perfectly normal for two individuals-“
“Not missing anything?” Harry repeated with a slightly raised tone. “Not missing – Hermione – let me just – I can’t – I’m sorry how do I fucking go about this-“
“Harry-“
“No – you can’t – you just – you can’t just tell me I’m not missing out on anything when we’ve been best friends for years and not ever – EVER – parting or keeping secrets from one another and then this-“
“This?”
“This, Hermione.” Harry said almost yelling at her now. “Malfoy and you – how can I miss out on that? Since when? Where? How?”
He looked incredibly exasperated at this point, eyes wild and hair at angled ends as he unconsciously ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
She felt hurt and torn into telling him everything as she stood there, watching him be defeated by this decision.
He looked beyond desperate as he tried to comprehend what was happening, as he tried to take her away from this obviously ridiculous decision.
But Hermione had her mind set and she was going to avenge her loss by any means possible.
It was an engagement, a promise to herself that she would avenge her parents and there was no one in this and the other world that could stop her from doing so.
Whatever it takes, she would do what is rightfully justifiable now in her opinion.

Hermione shook her head and turned from him.
“It’s complicated.” Hermione repeated. “I would possibly need another day to explain everything to you. Not now.”
“Not now?” Harry repeated incredulously rolling his eyes as he followed her around the balcony.
“I think we’re done here.” Hermione simply put out. “Not now, Harry.”
“Really? Not now? Not to me?”
“Not now.” Hermione repeated quietly. “And not, not to you. Just not now, please.”
He stared back at her with utter disbelief in his face.
He still struggled with words, definitely looking for terms at not outright cursing Malfoy.
But he has had enough.
“I’m your best friend.” Harry pointed breathing heavily at her and at the point of losing it. “I’ve been with – you’ve had me for as long – we’ve known one another for years. And you’ve never- NEVER – told me you were ever interested with that – that ferret!”
Hermione’s eyes widened at him and she almost laughed at the term.
But she had kept her face straight and her expression passive.
“Of course you’re my best friend, don’t be ridiculous.” Hermione told him, rolling her own eyes this time. “It’s hard to explain – I swear, we’ll get there-“
“You swear we’ll get there?” Harry repeated at her as he followed her around again. “This isn’t some lecture that you’re trying to explain to me with enough time, Hermione. This is you – getting married with that – that – have you forgotten what he did to us at school?”
She looked up at him, her face starting to seriously consider ending the conversation.
Harry reached her and he grabbed her and forced her to look back at him.
“Have you forgotten what he called you at school?” he asked not wanting to bring up the subject but the need seemed to be there for him.
“Past is past.” Hermione forcibly took the words out of her mouth as she avoided Harry’s gaze and struggle to get away from his grasp.
Lies. All lies.
“Past is past?” Harry repeated with complete disbelief. “No. I refuse to accept that.”
“If you keep in living in the past, you’ll never get anywhere.” Hermione told him shortly and she felt slightly furious with herself knowing she should likely be telling this to herself. .
“Hermione, you can’t just bring this down on me.” Harry said through gritted teeth grabbing her.
“I will tell you if you want to know but not now. Let go of my arm.” Hermione spat at him.
“When will you tell me?” he demanded. “When will that be? After the wedding? Or when you’ve produced yourself another Malfoy heir?”
Her eyes glinted at him but before she could say anything, Harry already interrupted her.
“I don’t understand, Hermione.” his voice was hard on her. “I don’t understand. Make me understand.”
“If you would listen and accept, you would understand-“ Hermione struggled in freeing herself from him but he wouldn’t let go.
“But I don’t.” Harry said, keeping her still. “I don’t understand.”
And she knew that she couldn’t possibly make him understand her.
Not now at the least.
“He’s not as bad as he was.” Hermione softly said and in truth, that was how she viewed Malfoy now.
“Not as bad as he was?” Harry repeated in a mocking tone. “Don’t you remember the things he did? Or would you like me to remind you each and every bit of it-“
“I’ve got it all stored in my memory, thanks.” Hermione snapped as she struggled to pry his fingers off from her arm. “As I said, he’s not as bad as he was-“
“Have you completely lost it?” Harry accusingly said. “You’re better than this.”
Her eyes turned sharply up at him, obviously completely offended by his words.
“Don’t you remember what he called you at school?” he angrily said.
“I said, let me go-“
“First year.” Harry began in a firm tone as he forward and closer her again. “Have you forgotten exactly what he did to Neville-“
“Are you kidding me-“
“Second year – all those taunts at Ginny? What he called you – he mocked you when you were –“
“Are you freaking kidding me, Harry?” Hermione interrupted him eyes wide but Harry was nowhere done.
“NO, let me.” Harry said matching her stance as his arms moved around in gesture as he recounted everything Draco had done. “Third year – we lost Professor Lupin – his life was endangered and he lost his job –“
“That was Snape.” Hermione angrily pointed out. “That was Snape and you know that-“
“That was Professor Snape and Malfoy spreading it all over.” Harry angrily told her. “Fourth year – all those years-“
“I’m not going to listen any further –“
“He had been more than happy to join Voldemort when he rose to power-“
“You know his family have got –“
“And he did rise to power in our fifth year, yes?” Harry said almost shouting at her now. “Do you not recall him conniving with that vile, ministry woman who scarred me more than-“
“Honestly, Harry-“
“No Hermione!” Harry angrily yelled now advancing to her. “You listen to me – you let me finish – sixth year-“
“No, please-“ Hermione cried at him, this time her voice filled with hurt as all those realities were being counted in front of her.
“Sixth year.” Harry clearly spat at her. “ You dearly recalled what he did – what he really did over the summer before that – he joined Voldemort – he and his family – he came to Hogwarts prepared to-“
“Prepared to what?” Hermione angrily said and this time she was truly mad at him. “You know he didn’t want it. And you know that he didn’t do it-“
“But he was there.” Harry gritted his teeth breathing hard at her. “He was there and he was prepared to murder and you know it yourself. He had been marked and he had returned to school that year and he was prepared to murder Dumbledore had he-“
“ENOUGH!” Hermione viciously cried at him as Harry advanced, grabbing her wrists to make her look at him. “I’M NOT GOING TO LISTEN ANYMORE!”
She was reasonable and was planning to explain things to him as slowly and clearly as possible despite their fight hours ago but right now, he was acting more like a ferret than Draco has ever been to any of them.
Hermione opened her mouth to argue with him but Harry went on making her angrier.
“I’ve been here, for years, I’ve been telling you everything about me – everything and you’re – you’ve never – you and Malfoy? You and Malfoy?! Hermione, this is MALFOY – “
“You don’t need to yell at me-“
“I’m not yelling at you!” Harry angrily said. “I’m telling you – Malfoy?! Seriously?! You could have shagged anyone in this world and of all people you choose to bloody fucking fuck Malfoy?!”
Hermione’s eyes were wide and she was now completely red in the face out of embarrassment and anger.
“Harry – you listen-“
“Seriously, what has it all been these years?” Harry asked her accusingly. “Malfoy? I’ve known you for so long and you’ve never been with anyone serious and now this – you’ve never- you’ve never even dated anyone longer than a several months!”
“That’s not your problem!”
“What are you, Hermione?!” Harry angrily kept on her. “Sexually frustrated enough to actually consider Malfoy between your legs?”
Hermione was severely shaking in anger right now and the only reason she wasn’t hitting him was because she had been thinking how completely oblivious he was in her desperate plans to take down Malfoy senior.
But she was at the edge of her patience.
“Tell me!” Harry cried at her. “Because I don’t get – I don’t fucking understand why – why of all people – why Malfoy?!”
“You don’t understand it!” Hermione shot back at him. “No, you won’t – you just – Not now, you just can’t-“
“What do you mean I can’t?!” Harry spat at her moving forward her. “I’m quite sure it’ not some Unforgivable Curse making you do all these for you are way smarter than all these. You know, either you’ve just been sexually frustrated or you’re after Malfoy’s money and that-“
“If you don’t stop now, I swear I’m going to-“
“Is it his money or him between your legs that made you forget what his father has done to your parents?!”
SMACK.

Hermione had finally reached her boiling point.

She was breathing very heavily, hand still outstretched and eyes leaking tears at the sides of her already red face.
Her hand had collided very hard very painfully over his face that his head turned and he had been too shocked as well to move a muscle immediately.
There was fire of anger in her eyes and Harry looked back at her, utterly shocked to say anything.
“You don’t..” Hermione whispered dangerously at him. “You don’t tell me…”

Harry stared back at her at the realization of what he has just said to her.
“’Mione..” his voice croaked out, his fear of hurting her deeply consuming him. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t..”
“No.” Hermione softly cried at him. “Don’t you dare..”

The anger in Harry’s face was quickly replaced by fear as he tried to reach back to her but she backed away from him, scared and hurt.
It took a while for either of them to really recover and before any of them could say another word, footsteps came forward and soon, Draco came into view.

“Hermione?” his voice was soft and questioning as he glared from her outstretched hand and at Harry, putting two and things together.
His eyes slightly widened and he took one step forward but didn’t say anything.
He wasn’t sure what to say but he was sure that he might have been the reason for this scene to actually take place.
“I’m going to wait back inside.” Draco quietly said but before he could turn a heel, Hermione spoke.
“I’m.. I’m going with you.” Hermione croaked out not taking her eyes away from Harry after finally finding her voice. “I’ll go with you back at the party.”
Harry stared; waiting for Hermione to put her hand down and look away from him.
Draco looked confused and utterly anticipating if Harry would do something against him but he didn’t.
He waited for Hermione to turn away from Harry without another word and despite their understanding, he still took it as a surprise when Hermione moved to him and took his hand into hers.
Their eyes met and he nodded quietly without having to say another word.
He turned from Harry taking Hermione’s hand without meeting the other boy’s eyes.
Hermione turned away from Harry but he called her back.
“Is this your choice, Hermione?” Harry quietly asked him finally moving out of his state earlier. “Is this where your loyalty is now?”
Draco’s eyes shot up at Hermione and he felt her fingers closed in tighter inside his palm.
She was struggling again, struggling not to strike one more time at her best friend.
And then her hand softened and she slowly turned back at Harry.
Her eyes were soft and tearful.
She wanted more than anything right now to run back to Harry to console him and explain everything to him.
But she couldn’t and she wouldn’t.
She had gone this far into her plans and she wasn’t going to go back if she had a sureaball chance in her hand right now to take down Lucius Malfoy.
He stared at the exchange and could swear that she was trying so hard to tell Harry something she knew she couldn’t yet.
“My loyalty is with you. It will always be.” Hermione softly said after a while and then inhaling sharply her eyes moved towards Draco. “But my heart belongs elsewhere.”
Draco’s eyes slightly widened, an ache in his heart.
It were almost too good to be true if he didn’t know that this was part of their understanding.
His heart ached further as she held his hand closer and tighter.
Harry stared back at them, defeated and wordless.
The words were enough to more than strike the depths of his heart.
Before he could say anything else, Hermione turned back to Draco and nodded at him that they could leave already.
Draco no longer turned back to Harry but held Hermione’s hand and walked her back into the party knowing that she was just dying to cry into his arms if they could only be left alone at that very moment.
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