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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded: Chapter 3
Last time… His pale skin turned red as he gritted his teeth, and he held his arms to his side as if he wanted to punch someone. “What are you going to do to find out who took my son?” his voice wailed in distress. He reached out with both hands grabbing Hermione’s arms, shaking her, until Hermione’s teeth were rattling in her head.

Harry tried prying Malfoy’s hands off of Hermione. She knew she would have bruises the next morning. Harry flicked his wand out, shouting a spell that sent Malfoy back onto his son’s bed.
Hermione tried to gain back her composure as she walked to the other side of the room. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly seemed to slow down her out of control heartbeat. She’d never had someone attack her while conducting an interview. She rubbed her arms where Malfoy’s hands had gripped her digging into her flesh. What was happening to her professional world where she couldn’t even handle a mere interview? This had never happened, ever, in her career.
She kept her back to both men as she tried to control the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes. Not only was she in pain, but also this whole scenario was for some reason getting to her. She had interviewed many parents of kidnapped children in France and Germany…but she had not known any of them personally. She had never felt so emotionally tied to any of the victims or their parents. Why now with Malfoy was she letting feelings into play? Maybe it was just coming back to England in the first place? Maybe it was being here at the manor, where nightmares still haunted her at night of being pinned down in the drawing room under Bellatrix and the Cruciatus curse? Time felt like it had stopped as Malfoy had shaken her senseless. Her stomach churned as she once again tried to control her accelerated breathing.
Looking down at her feet, she noticed the remains of a broken lamp that had not been cleaned up. There was also one tiny dragon slipper left in the room. The other one was probably still with Malfoy’s son. Just imagining that little two-year-old boy in the company of some killer made her ill. It was never easy dealing with cases like this, knowing how innocent these children were and caught up in some crazy adult’s game.
“So Malfoy, you didn’t fully answer our questions, where were you exactly last night while your…the incidents took place?” Harry circled back to Malfoy holding his hands behind his back.
“I told you Potter, France. Were you not listening?” Malfoy spat back at him.
“France is a big place, do you think you could try to be more specific?”
Hermione saw the tension in Harry’s face with his jaw muscles pulsing, and could hear the impatience in his voice. She knew that this interview would not be an easy one, but it was turning out worse that she had predicted.
Malfoy sat back down on his son’s bed, holding the toy dragon in a tight grip. “I was there on ministry business Potter. Why not floo my secretary for my agenda?” His eyes did not leave the red dragon as he smoothed down the plush fur. His hands were set in a rhythm that seemed to calm the man.
Harry was now pacing round and round the nursery. He looked like a kettle about ready to boil over. Hermione had known Harry long enough to see the determined look in his eye to get some answers, here and now.
Malfoy’s eyes were turned downward trying to ignore Harry and his questions. He also seemed to be ignoring the frantic Auror who was wearing a hole in the nursery floor. It was as if Malfoy was doing whatever possible to make Harry come unglued.
Hermione stood with her back to the window observing both men. Nothing had changed since their Hogwarts days. They both still hated each other with a passion. There was no trust or even a willingness to work together. She gave an internal sigh wishing that she had brought anyone other than Harry with her today. With him being the head Auror it had been a natural choice, but her gut feeling had been that this would not work.
“When did you get back Malfoy? Who found your wife’s body?” The questions seemed to fly from him in an accusatory sting. He hovered by Scorpius Malfoy’s bed trying to get some reaction out of the distracted man, who still was fixated on his son’s toy dragon.
“Why are you asking the same questions that I’ve already answered?” his voice sounding like that of his irritating 11- year- old poncy self. “It was those other people from your irritating department that have already asked. Go bother them.” Draco’s head fell back onto the large pillow lying on the bed. His eyes closed as if hoping that Harry Potter would disappear. If she hadn’t known Draco Malfoy previously, she’d be quite suspicious of his behavior in trying to stall the investigation, especially in his son’s behalf.
“Are you even listening to me? Hermione what should…”
Harry wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Malfoy jumped off of the bed. He nudged Hermione out of the way to open up the window, and a cool breeze wafted in. He took a deep breath as if willing the air to help him function better. He seemed to becoming unglued around the edges and she wasn’t sure what was happening in this room.
Hermione walked over to Harry mouthing for him to let up a bit. Harry only shook his head and glared at her. “Those were members of the investigation department just taking in all of the details, we’re here for more specifics about the why’s of this case.” Harry tried outlining for Malfoy why they were there like the pureblood was a halfwit.
Malfoy turned around clapping his hands, “Bravo for you Potter that you actually know what you are supposed to be doing here. Is that why Granger is here? You still can’t do anything without the brains of your group telling you how to do your job?”
Harry rushed at him, grabbing his shirt in his hands and slamming him into the wall, “You piece of shit! We’re here to try and find out who killed your wife and took your son. Don’t you even care?” The kettle had now boiled over, and was spilling over the sides burning everything in its pathway.
Malfoy started to laugh maniacally and shoved Harry away, smoothing down the wrinkles now found on his shirt. “It’s still so easy to work you up Potter.” His famous sneer directed Harry’s way only made him angrier.
“Do you think this is all a game Malfoy? For someone who lost their family last night you’re not acting too aggrieved because of it.” Hermione flinched inside wondering whether it was time to intervene now or let the two men hammer this out between the two of them. It was about time it finally happened, even under the horrible circumstances.
“No, Potter, this is not a game to me.” Now Malfoy was turning red-faced and shouting in Harry’s face. “It wasn’t you that came back, late last night to check on your son, and find your wife stone, cold dead.” He walked over to the part of the floor that still glowed around his wife’s body shape where she’d been found.
He looked down at the shape, following the outline with his eyes. “I took one look at her eyes and recognized the Avada Kadvra curse. Open…staring at nothing…the look of shock…”
“Well if anyone recognized that curse it would be…” Hermione jumped over to Harry before he could finish his sentence. She pushed him back from Malfoy.
He looked up with an intense and fevered stare, “Of course the Death Eater would know all about the Avada Kadvra, right Potter? Is that what you were going to say before your girlfriend stopped you?” he finished with a scathing tone.
He yelled at Harry who now who was standing behind Hermione. Malfoy was trying to get around her to lunge out to Harry, his feet planted wide in a fighting stance. Harry was cracking his knuckles and rolling up his sleeves ready to fight. Hermione was amazed that no wands had been drawn, and that both men were ready to fight the Muggle way. She put her hands on both men’s chest, “You both stop this… right now. Time out!” She gave them a push from each side, her pounding heartbeat trying to rip open her chest.
With a low growl from Malfoy and a “Bloody Ferret” from Harry, both men stalked off in different directions that allowed Hermione to catch her breath. This could have been a muggle boxing match from any casual muggle observer.
Malfoy came stalking back, and Hermione crossed her arms against her chest standing up straight. “You don’t get it Potter, coming home and not having your son here. You have sons, what if it was you?” The anger was now gone and the grief and frustration was coming out. He rocked forward on his toes and rubbed the back of his neck.
He stared intensely at Harry, “You do know your boys aren’t safe?” It almost came out in a whisper.
“Are you threatening them Malfoy?” Harry’s body tensed up and he curled his lips.
“No you fool! You are a Half Blood and your little wife is a Pureblood, despite her being a Weasley.” He swatted at the air trying to make his point.
“Don’t you think this hasn’t crossed my mind every day the past two years? That’s why I’m here. I’m doing this for your son and mine.” Harry reached up to rub where his faded scar resided, his agitation showing.
Harry looked around the room at the Quidditch picture on the wall, to the bed with the dragon lying on its side and down to the outline of Astoria’s body. Looking up to meet Hermione’s eyes he swallowed and said, “I need to go. Are you OK finishing this up?”
Hermione nodded, “Go home to Ginny and your boys.” Harry nodded at her and glanced angrily once more to Malfoy and left the room. The silence was deafening, as Hermione and Malfoy stood silently not moving for several minutes after Harry left.
“Don’t you have a husband and kids to go home to?” Malfoy looked at her questioning, as if he’d just noticed that she was still in his house.
“Stop the bullshit Malfoy. You know I’m not married, nor do I have any children.” It irritated her more to have to admit that out loud, than even the true realization that she wasn’t married with children. Hermione noticed the slight sneer Malfoy was giving her.
“You who has your nose in every aspect of the ministry knows that I haven’t been in England the past seven years.” Hermione’s arms were still crossed in front in a move of self-protection. It seemed that was all she’d been doing since arriving at Malfoy Manor.
Malfoy strutted over standing in front of her. His eyes kept raking over her figure. He wasn’t as tall when she wore her high heels, but he still stood inches above her. “Maybe you have a secret husband that you have stocked away back in France or Germany.” His eyebrows wagged at her. Her dirty look back to him only made him grin wider.
“Why don’t you go and play Auntie to Potter’s kids then.” His shifting moods were hard to keep up with, but typical in this kind of situation.
Hermione took a deep breath and sighed, “I’ve never even met them Malfoy. They wouldn’t know me from you.” With great sadness, the words cut through her soul like a knife.
Shaking off her gloomy thoughts, she tried to grab onto her calm, professional look and addressed Malfoy. “I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon to continue questioning.” Her eyes and words trying to challenge him back.
Malfoy raised one eyebrow, “Oh goody. I can’t wait,” he deadpanned. “Only if you don’t bring back that irritating friend of yours.”
Hermione shook her head, “No, just me. Aren’t you lucky?” She gave him a false smile, and with great relief, walked out of the nursery as fast as she could.
As she headed to the stairs she heard him mutter, “Stupid Know-It-All Gryffindor”.
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Somewhere in Ireland
“Tell me again why you felt the need to kidnap one more brat?” the heavyset man looked at his now frustrated companion.
“We needed this one…it’s a Malfoy.” The taller man tried to ignore the cries of the children that were being kept in cages throughout the large storehouse. It smelled almost as bad as if they were caging wild animals. One house elf was trying its best to take care of all of the children, but was having a hard time keeping up with the task.
“It’s time to start forward with the rest of our plan. Some of these brats have been here for two years.” The first man flopped down on an old sofa decorated with large, yellow flowers.
“It was vital to our plan to increase the fear in those, back in England.” The taller man walked over to the newest catch, Scorpius Malfoy. “This ones pretty like his father.” He poked the child with his wand. Scorpius scurried over to the farthest side of his cage away from the man, kicking off his one dragon slipper that had been left on his foot. Scorpius curled up in a ball and started sucking his thumb. The man walked away laughing.
“Why did you have to bollock it all up by killing this ones mum? We never planned to kill anyone.” The man on the sofa pointed to Scorpius.
“I’ve changed my mind and you best be rid of your attitude. Things are only going to heat up from here on out.” The tall man called out for a house elf that had been taking care of one of the kidnapped children. “I need my regular drink…now!” His loud tone made the elf jump and quickly run off to obey.
Yes, it was time for the second stage of his plan and he was eager to get started. They would never know what hit them in a few days. Keeping the Ministry, the public and especially the parents of the children unbalanced would only keep things in his favor.
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Yikes! That made my blood chill. These men are not nice people, as you will soon find out. So, what did you think of the interaction between Draco and Hermione? I almost felt bad for Harry and what I was putting him through. Please, please review and let me know you thoughts. Thanks!
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