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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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Authors's Notes:
I'm back!
I haven't abandoned this.
I was just busy with my students' recital last weekend and I took a break off from work last week right after. But here I am, back with a chapter for all of you.
Work is back to its regular schedule and basis but I do have a handful of time to write again and do other things.

How is everyone else?

Thank you for being patient into reading through this story.
Welcoming all new readers - this is my first take on a DraMione fic and this is WIP. Unsure yet how many chapters all the longhand writing of the plot I would have - as I've said, this is a WIP kind of story as of now.

Please do tell me what you think and ys, I'm taking in BETA if anyone would like to Beta thist story of mine.

I also have other stories

Forbidden Rapture - sshg which is on its way to its ending
Beyond the Veil - dramione and wip
Hogwarts A Mystery - i'm not sure of the pairing but it's coming down to another dramione although Harry is a main character in that fanfic too
Across the Universe - crossover of hp and marvel and is a Hermione/Loki fic.

That's all I guess.
Well, here's the story.

Cheers to the new week!!

Chapter Twenty Seven
Secrets and Trusts

There was a clink of glasses and Hermione opened her eyes.
She could hear some movements from across the room but she felt too tired to even move a finger.
Her head felt heavy and she already knew that she had taken more than enough drinks the previous night.

What has happened exactly?

Hermione turned over to the other side of whatever comfortable place she was presently laying herself on.

She sighed heavily and shifted over the other way again.

And sooner, she recalled things.

She first recalled her fight with Harry and then bits and snippets of conversations with Draco Malfoy.
And then there was the image of Lucius Malfoy and how Draco was fast into taking her out of his own father’s hands and immediately distanced her from him.
And then they had another conversation in another room.

What did they talk about again?

Hermione tried to recall all the conversations which were slightly difficult at her present state.
She heard footsteps and a voice.

“Hermione?”

It was Draco.

She moved her head around to the other side and realized that she was in a very large living room couch.
It was so vast that it was akin to a small bed already.

“Draco?” she croaked heavily trying to get up.

Her voice was heavy and her throat was very dry from all the drinking the previous night.

His blurry image moved to her and she heard him place what looked like a basin at the table next to the couch and then he placed a mug next to the basin.

She watched as he patiently placed the basin and cloth by the table and pointed over the mug.
“Tea to ease you.” Draco said. “I’m not sure what to cure you when you are hangover. But this mostly cures everything else.”
“I need water.” Hermione managed to say out loud but Draco seemed to have read her mind already.
Looking up as he helped her into a sitting position, he was actually holding a glass with cold water.

“Thanks.” Hermione hungry reached for the glass and swallowed half of it.
Draco seemed to have more than enough experience with the drinking to know what came hours after it.
“What happened?” she asked him handing the empty glass back.
“You don’t remember?” he asked placing the glass at the side of the basin and looking slightly disappointed.
“Not really.” Hermione answered him. “Did I do anything stupid?”

He looked back at her as if trying to figure out of what she really meant by those words
“Malfoy?” Hermione’s voice called his senses back. “What happened lastnight?”
“You don’t remember?” he asked her.
“Obviously.” Hermione snapped rolling her eyes. “Am I going to ask if I do?”
“Just checking.” Draco said sitting next to her and staring at her with a facial expression that Hermione didn’t like.
“Are you going to tell me or am I going to hex your balls to get the truth out of you?” Hermione impatiently asked him gesturing between his legs.
“Easy, Granger.” Draco said quickly crossing his legs together. “No need to be hostile right there.”
“Well, for one maybe you’d like to enlighten me seeing I barely remember everything.”
He stared at her, amused at the tiny bit of information he knew and she didn’t recall at the moment.
“Malfoy-“
“Well for one, you got engaged.” Draco slowly and reluctantly told her pointing over the ring around her finger.
Her eyes quickly widened.
“What did – I did what – wait, what?” she tried to find her voice in shock as she stared at the very beautiful and expensive looking ring around her ring finger.
Her head started to spin as the previous night’s events came clearer and clearer.
How much did she drink last night?
“I got engaged?” she asked with confusion and panic in her tone. “To whom exactly?”
Draco stared at her and knew that calculating look over her face was her brains working very fast and doing math putting things together.
Her breathing quickened, her eye wide at him.
Although he was reluctant and slightly fearful she would indeed hex his balls off with wandless magic, Draco slowly raised his same ring finger and show her the similar ring around it.
Her eyes shut tightly in utter verification.
“Fuck.” Hermione said loud and clear as she forced herself to calm down as memories began flooding back inside her head as his answer seemed to be the key that opened the gates to the truth.
Her breathing was labored and was becoming shallow.
“Fuck.” Hermione kept repeating. “We got married. Fuck.”
“Well, not yet.” Draco slowly said. “We just got engaged. Fucking usually happens right after the wedding.”
Her eyes sharply turned back at him and the smirk over his face quickly faltered.
“Take it easy?” he gently advised her rising his hands up in the air in surrender. “Just relax. You’re fine.”
“You want me to take it easy?” Hermione snapped back at him inhaling sharply as she sat back at the couch and moved away from him. “You want me to take it easy? Bloody hell.”
He watched as she grabbed the cloth from the basin and started wiping her forehead with it and then all over her face to soothe her back down.
“Where are we?” she asked throwing the cloth back into the basin and staring down at her clothes if she was actually still in them.
She was.
She was in the exact outfit she had worn over the party and she still even had her shoes on her.
“Well, I had to bring you somewhere-“
“Where are we?” Hermione asked, slightly alarmed now. “You – where did you take me?”
“Hey, easy!” Draco quickly said moving back from her. “You’re safe. We’re still at London.”
“That’s not helping, Malfoy.”
“We’re at London.” Draco said in a clear voice. “At a small Muggle town. I didn’t want to keep you at the manor because I’m sure the press will have a feast over us this morning. I had to sneak you out of the party lastnight.
“You snuck me out of the manor?” Hermione repeated for verification. “And Harry? Does Harry know Where is Harry?”
Her eyes roamed around him and around the room that was nicely lit and well decorated.
“You have a house in a Muggle town?” she asked as her eyes moved around the curtains and carpets and the interior design of the whole room.
“Er.. not exactly.” Draco slowly answered her handing her a dry towel with a small logo and name of a place.
Hermione took it and dried her face with it until she read what was on it.
A horrified look ran over her face.
“Why are we on a hotel?!” she suddenly wailed at him, eyes wide as she threw the towel back at him. “You didn’t – Malfoy, I’m telling you if you had trie to-“
“Relax, Granger.” Draco indignantly said straightening himself up. “I didn’t touch you-“
“I didn’t say you touched me-“
“You were thinking it.” Draco pointed out staring at her with an offended look over his face. “You were panicking. It’s so obvious. And no, I wouldn’t touch you.”
Though she seemed to believe him, she suddenly placed her arms around herself as if she felt exposed before Draco.
He shook his head and smirked as he moved away from her.
“You’re joking, right?” he asked. “There’s breakfast in the smaller room. Help yourself.”
Hermione stared over the next room she supposed was the small kitchen or dining area.
“Where’s your room?” she demanded realizing how stupid lastnight’s decision was.
“Sorry, what?” Draco asked distracted from staring at his reflection at the dresser at the other side of the room.
“Your room.” Hermione repeated in a firm tone. “Where did you sleep?”
“My room?” Draco asked looking around them. “I believe we’re both in it.”
“We shared a room?” Hermione asked, flabbergasted as her eyes darted to the bed.
Draco stared at her and wasn’t sure if he was to be amused or offended by the look Hermione was giving him.
“Did we share a bed?” Hermione found herself asking out loud.
“Fiance.” Draco pointed out at her. “Engaged. Remember?”
She watched as he raised his hand to the air, pointing over the engagement ring.
She rolled her eyes and slumped back over the couch placing her hand over her forehead.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Hermione sighed heavily. “I know.. I mean, I kno what we did.. and I’m quite aware now of it but.. Why are things this fast?”

Draco gave her a concerned look.
Now that she was slightly better and calm, reality was sinking into her.
And when she talked with her senses and with a serious note to it, he knew that they were indeed in a certain predicament.
“Do you always do this?” Draco asked her concerned as she began muttering to herself.
“Do what?” Hermione asked back.
“Talking to yourself to make you feel better?” Draco pointed out. “Doesn’t look sexy. Looks alarming.”
Hermione’s face turned and she looked like she was struggling to hit him.
“Do you always do this?” she shot back at him. “Being an arse when someone else is trying to think clearly?”
He shook his head at her.
“Relax. I just noticed it. You used to do that a lot back at school.”
“Well don’t you”
He looked back at her and shook his head.
“I don’t do it in front of anyone else. I don’t do it in public.”
He looked amused back at her and Hermione seemed angered.
“This isn’t exactly public, Malfoy.” Hermione scowled at him. “You’re not helping.”
“If I wasn’t helping, we’ll be back at the manor and you’d be bombarded by press by now. I whisked us away from that place. I just saved your life.”
Hermione gave a high pitched cold laughed at him.
“Excuse me?” Draco asked her.
“Excuse you.” Hermione coldly shot at him. “I think I was the one who saved your arse lastnight.”
“I didn’t ask you to do it. You offered to do it-“
“I still saved you-“
“Are we going to argue or are we going to plan this out?” Draco shot back at her making her think, making her way to some silence.
She stared back at him, slightly ashamed of herself.
“There are press at the manor right now.” Draco explained to her. “My servant just sent me an owl.”
She knew that this was a big deal of a plan but didn’t realize how big it was.
She must find a way to talk to Harry immediately because she also knew that he was dead worried by now.
And then she recalled once more that they weren’t in good terms the last time she saw him.

“I need to speak to Harry.” Hermione said. “Can you find a way to get him here?”
“Yes.” Draco said although he looked back at her as if her request was either impossible or something he didn’t like.
Nevertheless, he nodded at her.
“A few hours.” Draco told her. “Or maybe tonight. But we must keep low for another few hours or another day. The press won’t just let this go. We can’t be out in the open after that announcement.”
“Are you telling me that I can’t leave this hotel?” Hermione coldly asked him. “Are you telling me I’m stuck with you?”
“We’re just going to think things through.” Draco pointed out at her. “That is what I’m telling you. Besides, I’m not holding you here for no reason. And unless you want to get harassed by the press, by all means you can leave. But right now, it is my money and protection of you that is saving you from being harassed by the world.”
Draco sat up opposite her with a smirk an amused look over his face despite that worry was clear in his eyes.

He was thinking the same thing as her.
This wasn’t a very well-thought out plan from lastnight.

“And my clothes?” Hermione said as if this was a top worry. “You do know it’s disgusting to be wearing the same-“
“Taken care of.” Draco said pointing at a corner where at least four paper bags of clothes were. “You have everything you need in there. You’re neither going to get hungry.”
Hermione’s eyes turned to slits as he pointed over the kitchen over the smaller area.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Hermione said suspiciously eyeing him. “I’m thinking that you’ve thought this through way ahead.”
“No.” Draco defended himself. “I’m actually just a quick-thinker. Which, by the way you should be thankful of. Without my wit and intellect, you’d be out there being chased by the papers.”
“Excuse me?” Hermione said with a raised brow. “I could handle myself very well.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you needed help after all the drinking you did lastnight.”
“I never drink beyond my limit.” Hermione pointed out folding her arms over her chest.
Draco only glared at her and then he began to laugh at her.

“If I didn’t see you lastnight, I would have believe that.” Draco said. “But I did see you lastnight drinking from every tray from every servant that passed.”
“I did –“ Hermione looked red and scandalized. “I wasn’t – I did-“
“After your little argument with Potter lastnight, you just started sitting on one corner and drinking in and taking every glass that passed your way. You nearly passed out, Granger. You should be thanking me that I found you first and not some bloody arsehole in the room.”

Hermione opened her mouth to argue but Draco had turned away from her and she felt that she had offended him.
“Have you eaten?” she asked then grabbing the tea and sipping from it as she sank back over the couch.
“I don’t really eat breakfast.” Draco simply replied looking around the room and was suddenly interested at the lamp at the end of the room. “I’m not a breakfast kind of person.”
“Coffee?” Hermione suggested. “Something like that?”
“I had one already.” Draco said dryly.
“You used to eat breakfast at school.” Hermione pointed out at him. “Changes?”
“Things change.” Draco told her looking back at her. “As like feelings, Granger.”
“Granger?” Hermione asked raising an eyebrow at him. “We’re back in last name basis?”
“You were being sassy.” Draco told her looking back and walking towards her. “I was trying to control the situation and you feel I’m taking advantage of you.”

Hermione stared at his breathless form.
He was right about that and thinking clearer now, she was being ungrateful.
She suddenly felt guilty realizing that Draco had just been taking good measures over the situation and she was judging him for something that he didn’t even do.

“I didn’t say you were taking advantage of me that’s why you brought me here. I’m sorry.” Hermione told him lowering the cup and looking up at him. “I’m sorry if I made you to feel that way.”

Draco looked at her for a moment and then he only nodded at her.
He looked like he was too tired to argue and his eyes told her that he barely had any sleep at all.

“It’s nothing.” Draco simply told her. “You should change after that. We should talk about our plans and how we’re going to do this.”
Hermione nodded at him, her eyes moving around the small hotel room they had for themselves.
“Why was I on the couch?” she asked as her eyes fell back into it.
Draco stared back at her, a smile over his lips.
“I hate when you do that.” Hermione pointed out. “Rule Number One – no secrets. You have to tell me everything when I ask you.”
“Oh, we have rules now?” Draco drawled back at her relaxing over the opposite couch and stretching his arms out. “I can do with rules. I’ll think of my own list.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
“So why was I over the couch?” she impatiently asked him.
“You passed out there when we got up here.” Draco said. “I didn’t carry you any further to the bed.”
“Really?” Hermione said with a smile over her lips.
Draco roller his eyes back at her wondering why he had to explain everything.
“I couldn’t carry you any further without having to place my arms around you – like I said, I never touched you.” Draco sarcastically replied to her.

Hermione stared at him then nodded and quietly went back to her tea well aware that Draco was staring at her.

“I hate it when you talk a lot.” Draco commented after a while. “But I hate it more when you’re quiet. Makes me feel uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?” Hermione almost laughed at him. “Hermione Jean Granger gives you the creeps?”
Draco wasn’t amused, he was annoyed.
“It makes me feel you’re keeping things from me. I hate it when people know things that I don’t. But like you said. Rule Number One: No Secrets.”
“Absolute no secrets. Whatever it is we’re thinking and what we know.” Hermione pointed out at him. “Don’t worry I don’t have things that I have to keep. I should be wary of you.”
“Excuse me. That’s not fair.” Draco said standing up and walking to her. “Oh there. Rule Number Two: Trust must be there – at all times, at all costs.”
“Between us?”
“No, between you and the couch.” Draco sarcastically replied. “Ofcourse between us. What do you think?”
“I think that trust is earned.” Hermione said plainly sitting straighter as Draco now sat beside her. “Never asked for and neither demanded.”
“Trust is earned?” Draco repeated at her. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Now you do.” Hermione said. “You should change that rule.”
“That’s not fair as I’ve said.” Draco said in a firm tone. “Besides, in this situation we have, we should learn to trust one another. We should know everything about one another – we should be synchronized – or else this plan will fail. Don’t you agree?”
Hermione didn’t seem to agree to him but she did seem to consider the truth in his words.
“Fine.”
“Fine what?”
“Fine.” Hermione said. “Your rule. We’ll include that. I think we should enlist everything later all-“
“So you trust me?” Draco asked her
“What?”
“You trust me?”
“I trust you on what?”
“On everything.” Draco said. “Rule Number Two tells us that we should trust one another – completely. No excuses, no exemptions. As with your ‘No Secrets’ – they should compliment one another. In other words, we should know everything about one another from now on. That’s the only way we can synchronized.”
Hermione stared at him and she almost agreed immediately.
“There should be limitations.” Hermione said folding her arms and crossing her legs together.
“Limitations?” Draco asked him.
“About some private things on our lives.”
“Private things?” Draco asked her, confused.
“Yeah. Like who we’re dating and sleep with. I don’t want that business being public between the two of us.”
“Sleep with?” Draco almost laughed back at her. “I don’t sleep around, Granger. Do you?”
“Ofcourse not.” Hermione said going red in the face. “And don’t tell me you don’t sleep around. You’re a Malfoy. That’s way impossible.”
“I’m a Malfoy?” Draco asked with a tone. “What’s that got to do with me sleeping around? Are you judging me Miss Hermione Jean Perfect Granger?”
“I’m telling you what I think.”
“Then I’m telling you now that what you’re thinking is wrong.” Draco told her. “It’s not fair for you to judge what I do with my life just because I am a Malfoy. Rule Number Three: NO Judgments based on names.”
“Fine.” Hermione shot at him. “Then I expect that under that rule, there should be No Judgments on bloodlines.”
“Meaning?” Draco shot back at her.
“Meaning you can’t judge me for being.. for being a Mu-Muggle Born.” Hermione flat out told him.
Draco stared at her and he immediately understood her reference.
“Fine.” Draco agreed. “But as you know, I’ve already forgotten all that judging habits on bloodlines.”
Silence passed between them for a while that Hermione broke indefinitely.
“So. Who was the last person you slept with?” she asked finishing her tea and looking away from him pretending to be interested with the design on her cup.
Draco slowly looked back at her with a smirk over her face.
“You’re using the rules to know about my sex life, Granger.” Draco said with a playful smirk over his face. “Now I understand why you want all these rules. It’s for your advancement.”
Hermione’s eyes widened but before she can completely react, Draco stopped him and continued to speak.
“Well, for your information, I haven’t been sleeping around. And I don’t do that. But it’s been a while.” Draco said staring closely at her and moving closer to her.
Hermione shifted her legs and moved away from him indicating to Draco that she was suddenly uncomfortable with her own questions.
“And you?” Draco asked her. “When was your last time?”
“I think you’re going over our limits.” Hermione said looking away from him. “But just so you know, I don’t sleep around either.”
“Don’t sleep around or never slept before?” Draco asked shifting over the couch and moving himself closer and closer to her.
“Excuse me?” Hermione shot at him again. “What are you trying to say?”
“Are you a virgin?” Draco asked unable to hide his curiosity and amusement. “I mean, really?”
“No.” Hermione quickly replied very red in the face. “I’m not a virgin.”
Draco stared at her and he was managing badly how to hide his smirk and smile.
“Who was the last person you’ve slept with then?” Draco asked her, quick at his wits at knowing that this was throwing her off her balance.
“I don’t remember.” Hermione said red in the face still.
“You don’t remember?” Draco asked slowly. “But you don’t sleep around?”
Hermione stared viciously back at him unsure of what to say next.
He smiled at her with a very amused look over his facial features.
“You’re lying.” Draco said. “You would only not remember if you’ve slept with atleast twenty people. But even I, if I have ever done that, would remember every single one. So it’s either you sleep around – which you already claimed that you don’t – or you have never slept with anyone else.”

Hermione was silenced and she was struggling with her own words.
Draco looked satisfied.
“Well?” Draco asked her. “I answered you. It is only fair that you follow the same rules. Besides, don’t you trust me?”

Hermione gave a defeated sigh at him.
Draco smiled further as he waited for her answer.

“I’ve slept with Harry.” Hermione admitted with the words coming fast out of her mouth.
“Harry?” he asked questioningly. “Harry? Like Harry?”
“Like who else do you think Harry?” Hermione asked him in a very irritated tone. “Is there any other Harry James Potter?”
Draco shook his head and she noticed that he backed away a little and though he’s unlikely to admit it, she could have sworn that she saw something different passed his eyes.
“Well that’s not a surprise.” Draco said in an undertone. “It’s not like you weren’t an item in school.”
“We weren’t.” Hermione told him and she wasn’t sure why she was even explaining at him. “People just assumed.”
“And I’m assuming their ‘assuming’ led from one thing to another.” Draco said and he looked back at her and the smirk was back over his face. “That wasn’t so hard, was it”
“Which?”
“Telling me who you’ve slept with.” Draco told her. “It’s not like I didn’t see that coming. Ofcourse. Potter.”
Hermione stared at him and for some reason, she felt that he was talking more to himself now.
There was the cold touch over his face again and his tone was different.

“Are you alright?” Hermione slowly asked him. “You don’t look… good.”
“I’m fine.” Draco said sighing heavily and standing up from the couch. “I don’t even know why we’re having this conversations about your first.”
Hermione looked back at him, unsure how to react on his term.
She didn’t say anything.
She watched him turn away with a different stout and air about him.
“Where are you going?” she asked seeing him stride towards the other end of the rom.
“I need a drink.” Draco coldly said.
“A drink?” Hermione asked him back staring as he grabbed his suit from the other couch and began wearing it.
“Yeah.” Draco replied. “There’s a bar downstairs.”
“A drink in the morning?” Hermione asked him back feeling all weird at his behavior.
“Yeah.” Draco answered her as he turned towards the door. “I mean, I know you’re my fiancé and all but I’m assuming I can still drink where and when I want. Right?”
“Right..” Hermione slowly said biting her lower lip as she observed his movements.
“Right.” Draco coldly said opening the door. “Do whatever you want. There are places to see within this building. You have the spare key over the counter. Just don’t leave this goddamn hotel. I’ll have someone get your ‘first’s’ arse back here in a few hours so you two can go talk and smooch.”
And before Hermione could even react on that, Draco walked out of the room and shut the door very loudly behind him.
Hermione wasn’t sure why but the silence that Draco had left felt very wrong.
She suddenly felt like a part of her was different and his departure from the room made her feel more uncomfortable than when he was around.
She knew they were just playing this game but something felt wrong and different with the way things were going on between them.
The room felt familiar and home for some reason but now Draco was out of it, she felt weird.
There was a vague feeling of déjà vu about what had just happened between the two of them.
And sitting alone on that hotel couch made her feel very alone in a very long time.
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