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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:
I'm alive.
I have been working late lately and been doing a lot of work with documentation regarding policies of my music studio.
Some clients just won't pay on time and would bloody make all the possible excuses in the world to pay late.
Storm has hit our country as well and it has been raining nonstop for about three days now.
Hope all is well at their end of the world.
Still haven't found any beta for any of my works.
I'm editing and reposting some of the ones with a lot of mistake so that I don't get hate messaged for what I write.
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Chapter Twenty Eight
Hotel Riviera

“Mr. Malfoy, the documents you need are here.”

Lucius looked up from the brandy in his hand and towards the door of his office that barely had any furniture anymore.
It used to be one of the most extravagant and expensive rooms in the manor holding valuable objects, artifacts and antiques.
It now barely housed anything at all.

The manor’s exterior had completely changed – a complete downgrade and it was taking him days to find certain documents and receipts where Draco had sold or rather thrown most of his precious belongings.
Most of them turned out to be donated to certain charities - especially the families of the victims of the first and second wizarding war.
The boy was either smart enough to stupidly guilt-ridden enough to know where to put things back together.
The boy had a knack for being charitable – exactly like his wife.
She did it and he was very well aware of it.
He ignored most of the transactions he knew she was doing because he was getting enough publicity for it anyway.
To the eyes of the world, he was a rich man, noble for donating and helping out these charities but in truth, it was Narcissa who was doing all of it.
Narcissa agreed upon all of it because it assured her Draco’s safety from the world and the good name they wear over themselves.
Ofcourse deep inside, she hated that he was taking all the credit but she didn’t really care about it.
She had access to the world and she made the right friends at the right places for it.
Lucius didn’t know of these possible friends of hers and he was going to bet that Draco only ever found out about them very recently.
Lucius knew he made a mistake.
In his hunger for name and credit for all the charities that Narcissa had been helping with, he had missed out and overlooked that she was possibly making certain connections and friends that he didn’t know about.
Now he wasn’t sure if there was any hidden wealth or finances that Narcissa kept and for which he could possibly retrieve.

He looked up at the wizard before him and nodded.
He still had friends in certain places whom he promised good fortune once he gains back everything from his dearest son.

“Nothing?” he asked him taking one of the parchments from the pile.
“Nothing.” the wizard answered him. “Everything is legal.”
“How can it all be legal if it just happened?” Lucius demanded as he read validity from the documents over the table. “This is impossible.”
“No.” the other man replied. “If they have been together for months or maybe years, this could be very much legal. If they’re a couple, they could have been planning this engagement and marriage for a very long time.”
“I’m sure that’s what it is.” Lucius spat at the man. “You’re not doing your job.”
“I’m doing my job.” the man replied in a forcedly calm voice. “Your son may have been inlove with her for a very long time. These documents can’t be faked, Mr. Malfoy unless your son has the innermost connection within the Ministry and we both know that can’t be. Your son is not you.”
“Meaning?” Lucius barked at the man. “What is that supposed to-“
“Draco Malfoy expressed a lot of things to the government while you were.. at Azkaban. One ruling and one he is known for is a quiet life that has been disturbed by all these recent events. He has been out of the public eyes for years. He also released statements years before that he is completely over the life he was raised from and had lived. He didn’t want anything to do with any illegal connections or transactions of the Malfoys. He can’t have someone fake all these Marriage applications.”

Lucius was fuming in anger as he angrily crumpled the parchment in his hands.
He had been looking for a loophole for anything that will tell him that this whole engagement was a fake.
It was impossible.
Draco couldn’t have done anything to apply ahead for this.
He knew his son and knew the possibility that this whole thing was a façade he was doing to outsmart his own father into securing all the Malfoy wealth.

“And the girl?” Lucius asked hating every bit of Hermione Jean Granger. “Don’t tell me she has nothing to do with any of this.”
“She was up against the Marriage Law.” he answered him. “She was against it and the formation and was even starting a sign-me-up club that would go against it.”
“And then?”
“Then they got engaged as you had witnessed.” the wizard said with an almost amused look over his face. “And she no longer pursued any of it.”
“She cancelled them?” Lucius clarified with utmost surprise. “She just ended her rallying just like that?”
“Abandoned.” the wizard corrected him. “My take is that – if they are indeed in this relationship for quite some time now - she was afraid that the Marriage Law would affect her relationship with your son. So she began rallying against it. She is a very patient witch, she won’t force your son into this marriage until he is ready. And perhaps, given the law and the fears it was stemming on the community, Mr. Malfoy suddenly found himself ready to commit and settle down.”
“So you’re telling me they’ve been in a relationship for so long but won’t get married and they panicked their fucking arses and just went on with this?”
“Possibly.” the wizard answered him in complete agreement. “They’re young. They’re stupid and will not think about these things.”
“They’re both smart.” Lucius pointed out.
“No, they are both emotional.” the wizard countered at him. “As I’ve said, you can’t fake applications for Marriage Law. You submit all documents ahead of time. And unless you have a connection at the highest place at the Ministry and Wizengamot – which is close to impossible and let us not forget the fact that your son refuses to get his hands dirty – perhaps the relationship had always been there and was just waiting for the right time to be revealed.”

Lucius was speechless.
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to strangle the man before him or yell at him for being stupid and not doing his job well.
At Azkaban, he had lost contact of everyone.
A Defense Council only visited him several times to bring him certain news and nothing else.
No other relative, not even Draco visited him.
Not one of his so-called friends visited him at Azkaban.
He had no means and ways to know of the news of the outside world.
He was not able to control Draco for what he did with his life, their wealth and everything else in between.
And now this was happening just because he had lost control over everything.
He was willing to bet what little of life he still had with him that the Mudblood had done something.
She was smart and that was very dangerous.
She could possibly have done something about the documents they needed to get married in just a few hours’ time.
She didn’t need to bribe anyone in the Ministry.
She was welcomed at every department for what they have done years ago for the Wizarding World.
“Filthy, little Mudblood!” Lucius angrily yelled throwing over the glass of brandy against the nearest wall.”
She was going to ruin all his plans of getting all his wealth back.
She was going to win this one over and as a bonus, had tangled Draco’s being gullible in matters of the heart to access and accomplish her plans.
That Mudblood was really trying his patience.

“I’ll see you later, Harry.” Hermione gently said giving Harry a small peck over his cheek. “Let me know what you think about it.”
He watched closely as she seemed to have handed Harry what looked like a pair of small coins in his hands.
Harry discreetly pocketed the coins and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before walking towards the other direction.

Draco stayed at the shadows until she was walking nearer and closer the corridor where he was.

“You should stop this.” Draco said coming out of the shadows and giving Hermione a slight surprise.
Her eyes widened for a moment but then her expression quickly changed.

He smirked at her.

“Excuse me, Malfoy?” Hermione asked him staring straight at his face.
And although she looked stout, Draco knew that she was alarmed to find herself alone with Draco at this part of the castle.

She had made to secretly meet Harry in this part of the castle to discuss the coins she had brilliantly created for the DA members so they can communicate without the Umbridge woman knowing any better.

She had not accounted that Draco would show his face to any of them, close to admitting that he was spying on them.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at Potions?” she asked knowing the schedule after their own class with Snape was the Slytherins.
“Always steps ahead, aren’t you?” he asked her removing his hands from his pockets as if to show her that he didn’t have any wand with him. “Had the school’s schedule memorized?”

Hermione watched him cross his empty hands across his chest.
She calmed down a little at the sight of him not being armed.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” she demanded at him trying to keep her voice from shaking.
“I just told you.” Draco said and Hermione wasn’t sure why his tone had changed. “Stay out of this. The Ministry will do what it wants and you’re going to be caught in the middle of this mess.”

Hermione stared at him.
He didn’t sound like he was bluffing on the subject.
If any, he sounded like he was concerned.
Or was it a trap?

“I can take good care of myself against the Ministry.” Hermione said crossing her own arms over her chest to look proud and brave. ”We don’t use monetary methods as your family, but we’re doing quite alright protecting ourselves as we know we’re not breaking any laws.”
“I’m not talking about breaking any laws.” Draco said walking closer.

Ofcourse she knew he wasn’t talking about certain laws.
He was obviously warning her.
But why?

His eyes moved around them as if checking if they were really alone and he walked and stopped right in front of her.

“If you dare touch me-“
“I’m giving you a fair warning, Granger.” Draco said and now that he was this close, Hermione saw that he was actually sweating and slightly shaking.
“Malfoy-“ she began meeting his eyes and there was a momentary flash of fear in them.
“The Ministry’s a joke once he takes over.” Draco whispered. “I’m trying to tell you to leave it all. Take cover and forget all about this bullshit.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
It was the first time she’s ever heard him concerned and angry at the same time.

She became more confused with this little observation of hers.

“Why are you telling me this?” she asked him looking him in the eye. “You whole family’s with him. With all of them. You’re with them.”
He didn’t answer her but he looked slightly worried that this was not getting the reaction he needed.
“Are you scared now?” Hermione’s soft voice came again.
“No.” he immediately answered her. “I’m not bloody scared of anything.”

He realized that this was a mistake.
Hermione Jean Granger, proud Gryffindor, would never believe his warnings.
He blatantly exposed himself and his intentions.

“Malfoy-“
“I’m doing one thing in favor of you and all you care to think about is me being-“
“Why are you doing this me this favor?” Hermione coldly interrupted him. “What’s going on with you, Malfoy?”

The truth?
He wasn’t sure what was going on with him.
There was something in her eyes that made him stop talking and feeling at the same time.
She was no longer angry or proud.
She was suddenly concerned of him.

“Draco?” her voice came in a very different tone than he’s ever heard from her.

She called his name.
He then he panicked.
He wasn’t sure why, but he was suddenly confused and maybe a little afraid and he suddenly grabbed her arm.
“Let go of me-“ Hermione flinched looking up at him, completely alarmed.
“If you care about your parents, you’d leave yourself out of this war.” Draco whispered towards her making sure her eyes were on his. “I heard things. I know things, Granger.”
“Let my arm go – “ Hermione angrily gasped at him. “I hope you know what you’re doing is attacking another student – “
“You think your little club can solve this? You think your little club can go out there and save the world-“
“I don’t know what you’re-“
“Tell Potter that what he’s doing right now is a little valiant and stupid at the same time. It’s not training that will save all your arse. Not even luck. It’s his decision who will live and who will die. So if I were you, you should start to rethink which side to be on. You have enough time, Granger – make your choice-“
“I already made my choice a very long time ago, Malfoy.” Hermione said as she enabled herself out of his grasp. “How about you? Have you picked yours? Cause I look at you and I think you’re very confused.”

Whether she meant to taunt or she meant what she said, Draco seemed to have been affected by it and it took a while for him to recover.

“Cat got your tongue?” Hermione spat back at him. “Don’t you ever dare threaten me again-“
“I’m not threatening you.” Draco said taking a step back from her. “I’m asking you to leave the war.”

All of Hermione’s thoughts had gone at his word.
He wasn’t asking her to join them.
He was asking her to leave the war and not entangle herself with the inevitable consequences that came with it.

“Why are you telling me this?” Hermione asked him concerned now and she found herself reaching for him. “What’s the matter, Draco?”

She said his name again and that definitely placed him out of his wits.
His name from her lips sounded different enough to make him feel hazy.

He had stopped denying himself of the horrible growing truth inside of him.
Ever since the Yule Ball dance where he watched her dance after the Weasel, the Bulgarian and most of all with holier than thou Potter, he knew that it wasn’t some anger at her for her bloodline.
It was something else.
Something he wasn’t familiar with.
It was something akin to an unspoken jealousy he felt against these men that danced with her and painted smiles and memories over her face that night.
And the fact that he knew that he would never ever have the same chance of that dance he had that night.
Not in school, not a life outside school.
Not a chance in this world.
The war would come and go and would take and change lives, but he will never ever have her.

“Don’t you ever – EVER – say my name again.” Draco spat at her this time, hands shaking at his sides. “I’m giving you a last warning – you’ve picked the wrong side and you have the chance to run now while you-“
“I’m not running away.” Hermione said. “I know which side to take. Shouldn’t you tell that to yourself?”
“Enough!” Draco angrily said his eyes burning hers. “I tried my best, Granger. Don’t tell me I never warned you and your lot.”
And before Hermione could even react, Draco had turned the other direction and stalked as fast as his long legs could make it away from her.

There was a chime from the clock that hung at the wall of the hotel room.
It was half past six in the evening and Draco hasn’t returned yet.
No, it has been four days and Draco hasn’t returned.
It has been days and she was stuck there with no visit from Harry that she requested for him to do.
He only sent her a note apologizing for walking out the other day and that he would be back in a few days’ time as he was going to ‘fix something’ about the whole plan.
He requested that she enlist things she wanted as part of their bargaining towards one another about the plan they were about to execute for the world to witness.

She wasn’t happy about the note because she knew that even if she was aware he was back at the manor, she couldn’t write back because they needed to be very careful about corresponding to one another.
They had to be synchronized from now on as he had reminded her.

She stared over the draft of rules she had by the table and waited patiently for Draco.
And then she glared at the glimmering and expensive engagement ring over her finger.
She wasn’t going to deny that it was one of the most beautiful rings she has ever seen in her life.
Even if all of it were just part of some scheme, she still felt something akin to nostalgia whenever she wore it.
She hated Draco and his perfect taste on things.
He was supposed to be back by now.
She knew he was paying all the bills and food were being taken to her room without her having to order them.
He had taken very good care of everything as if it were all planned.
Well, maybe he really was a quick-thinking ferret.

Hermione stared up at the clock and then at the empty trays of room service that lay by the table.
Room service was taken to her twice for lunch and late afternoon snack and she was told that by seven, a dinner was ordered ahead to be taken there.

She sighed heavily and stared at the nice dresses that lay by the bed and several books with it from the half a dozen of shopping bags that Draco had left.
He thought that these little treats would help her calmly wait for the hours to wane down.
But she wasn’t calm.
She knew this was a bad idea to begin with but she also promised herself that she would jump at any chance fate will give her to take Lucius Malfoy’s life.
It was spontaneous and not well-thought of but she wasn’t stupid to let the chance pass when it was presented to her being.
Maybe she just needed to plan this better – it was a plan within a plan after all.

Hermione knew that she wanted to talk to Harry very soon and let him know what’s really going on but his drastic decisions and emotional side would definitely ruin her plans.
Knowing her bestfriend, he’d definitely disapprove of this stupid plan.
No, she couldn’t let Harry know.
If he finds out, that will be the end of all her plans.
Harry was always the good one and he would never lay a hand over his enemies if they were unarmed or helpless.
He would never attack an enemy whose back was turned to him.
What Harry doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
After all, he didn’t know everything that has come and gone.
And Lucius Malfoy would attack anyone from any direction, armed or unarmed.

There was a clicking of key and the door unlocking.
Hermione quickly went for the door and watched as Draco entered holding two large paper bags in his hands.
He looked surprised at her reaction and he looked disgruntled.

“I’ve been waiting for days and hours.” Hermione exclaimed at him.
“Thanks sweetheart, I missed you too.” Draco sarcastically replied pointing over the bags in his hands. “Do you mind?”
Hermione rolled her eyes but quickly reached over and helped him anyway.

“It’s raining again.” Draco pointed out locking the door behind him and seeing the worry over her face. “The press is hideous and relentless. I thought I would never be able to leave the manor.”
“You answered press questions about this without me?” Hermione accused him taking one of the bags from him.

He looked at her and if he was offended with the accusation, he didn’t show it.
“I didn’t answer anything that has something or anything to do with you.” Draco pointed that one. “Excuse me, Miss Granger, but people with class don’t do that.”
“What do people with class do then?” Hermione shot back at him.
“You should enroll yourself to socializing 101.” Draco joked but she didn’t look amused at all. “I had to welcome them so I can adjust and weigh things out how we would go about with the issue at hand.”
“Draco, there is no going about easily on the issue at hand.” Hermione argued with him and he looked back at her affronted as if this was his idea.
“I’m sure we all know that fact.” Draco said ignoring her attitude again. “I’m sure we all know what they’re talking about you and me and about this whole engagement.”
Hermione folded her arms and watched him open all the paper bags to put out take-out foods for the both of them.
“I thought room service is coming back at seven?” she asked although the food before her looked scrumptious.
“I got hungry on the way.” Draco answered her. “I forgot about the dinner I ordered here. Anyway, they had questions ofcourse about us and as I said, anything that had your name tangled with it, won’t be answered.”
“And they’re okay with it? How?” Hermione asked him taking one of the packed food and raising her eyebrow at him.
“Ofcourse they’re not okay with it and I just told you how.” Draco said. “I told them I am not going to take questions about my future wife and anything about her until she is here next to me. Other questions will be recognized, welcome and answered if an answer fits. If you disagree, you can leave.”
“And they agreed?” Hermione asked him back taking a spoonful from the steaming hot rice and dumplings.
“Ofcourse they’ll agree.” Draco scoffed at her. “Always works. They’d rather follow the rule and stay in hoping that someone can slip a question closely related to it and that I’d have the slip of a tongue.”
“And you didn’t have slip of the tongue?” Hermione slowly asked him.
“You really looked at me way down below, don’t you?” Draco asked her back taking a large bite from the dumpling in his fork.
“Did you have slip of the tongue?” Hermione simply pressed on.
“Ofcourse not.” Draco answered her rolling his eyes and sitting over the table and not by the chair next to them. “What do you think of me? Besides, I bet you already know that I’ve been trained to learn to lie my whole life.”
If he was joking, Hermione wasn’t sure and she didn’t find it funny either.
She knew that despite having said that, he was actually hating himself for the way he was raised.
“Is this truth, Draco?” Hermione asked him placing her food down and taking a good look at his expression, looking for lies.
She found none.
“We can go about this all night long.” Draco said taking another dumpling into his mouth. “But you will get the same answers.”
“I just want to know.” Hermione said folding her arms and frowning at him like some child. “I just need to-“
“You’re beginning to be infuriating again.” Draco mindlessly said finishing his food.
“Excuse me?” Hermione snapped at him. “What did you just-“
“Relax.” Draco said placing the empty food box down. “You gotta breathe and relax you know. You’ve develop anxiety level higher than your IQ. You’re always goddamn angry.”

Hermione opened her mouth to retort but Draco moved away from the table and turned over to the shopping bags by the floor.
“What are you looking for?” she asked following him at the other end of the room.
“Pajamas.” Draco replied taking out what looked like an expensive looking pair of it. “I want to sleep early.”
“You can take a shower at the bathroom but bring your clothes with you when you return to your room.”
“My room?” Draco asked her, confused. “I thought it was settled the last time I was here that this is my room as well-“
“This is my room.” Hermione exclaimed, eyes wide as he started taking off his traveling cloak and tie as he walked to the bathroom. “Did you not get your own? I’m sure this place has a lot of other-“
“This is my room. I’m paying for it.” Draco interrupted her pointing around him. “Fiance. Remember?”
Hermione’s eyes widened at him.
“There is no way I’m sleeping over that bed with you.” Hermione pointed out red in the face. “What the hell are you doing?"
Draco smirked as Hermione screamed at him and quickly turned around as he began stripping his clothes off.
He took the cloak off, then the tie and next, he has started taking down his suit and had left only his dark black pants with him.
He could swear that her eyes momentarily moved south before breaking eye contact and turning from him.

“Have you never seen a naked man in your life?” Draco mocked walking towards her and actually stopping in front of her.
Hermione stared at him, breathless and eyes wide at the sight of him.
She couldn’t deny that he had a good body.
If he wasn’t so much of a jerk, he could pass up to be a sex god.
His skin and muscles were tight and he was well-built.
He looked like he had kept all the ‘good regime’ of keeping a good and healthy body all these years.

“Hey.” Draco gently said reaching out for her hand as he walked to her.
She looked back at him, eyes still wide at the site of his bare chest.
Not that she had not seen it before.
But they were alone in a room and that was a completely different story.

Draco stared at her, eyes not breaking eye contact then as he reached towards her and placed his hand gently over her left cheek.
She felt her voice got caught in her throat at the skin contact they made.

For a moment, he just stared at her with longing in his eyes as if he was remembering something or seeing something she didn’t see.
And then just as she was enamored by his close proximity, his face broke into a smile.

He smirked at her and she knew that it was a trick.
She turned red all over, humiliated for the way she had reacted and he smiled back at her, obviously entertained.

“Don’t worry, you can sleep over the couch if you’re not comfortable over the bed with me.” Draco sweetly said and he gently patted her cheek before grabbing a towel from the end of the bed behind her where she stood by and then he backed away from her.
But before she could even react, he quickly took back what he said & telling her that he would sleep on the couch as he laughed his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

She closed her eyes and exhaled very deeply as she tried to control herself.
This was going to be a very long night.
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