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Beyond the Veil	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7964 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
Welcome readers.
Ines, thank you for pointing out the mishap on the post So I decided to delete and take it down completely and just repost the whole two uploaded chapters once more.

Thanks for dropping by for the story.
Dramione rules! lol

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PS for those askign and wondering yes this is a sort of dark fic.

Beyond the Veil
II
The Out-Patient

Roughly three hours later, Hermione sat outside a quiet hall with her bloody Healer uniform and hands covered with crimson gloves.
Her eyes were bloodshot red from lack of sleep, exhaustion and dried tears because of pity to what has happened.
An accident that was led by an explosion right in front of the Ministry of Magic was the initial report although Harry and his team of Aurors are still investigating upon the real answer as to what has led to the accident that might have caused it.
The number of casualties were still unknown although one thing the Weasley family and friends were thankful for was that Arthur came right at the scene and told them that he had been lucky enough to be an hour or two late to not get there when the explosion happened.
Although shaken as he was because he had witnessed the whole thing, Mr. Weasley was in good shape and barely a scratch along his skin that came out of the debris that scattered and flew all over the place.
But that wasn’t enough to contain their emotions as the reports of the casualties were still unknown and there were only a handful of people who came forward or were helped by the immediate aid that came to rescue them from the burning furnace.

“Miss Granger?”
Hermione looked, shaken from her thoughts as one of the oldest-looking Healer from the hospital came to her.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said quickly standing up and wiping her face off dried tears and blood. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
She smiled back.
“Are you tired?” she asked her gently pulling her back to sit over the bench.
“I’m fine.” Hermione said holding her hand. “I can still handle a few more patients. How may I help?”
“We’ve settled most of them.” the Healer answered. “There’s still a handful of them. But we have this one who sort of – well, refuses – to follow certain protocols.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the mention.
“Is she alright?” she concernedly asked. “Do you need me to talk to her?”
“Him, actually.” the Healer corrected. “And you might be able to help him. If our calculations are correct, you went with him at Hogwarts.”
Hermione nodded in understanding.
“I see. He refuses to cooperate?” she asked curiously.
“Slightly.” the Healer answered with a small smile. “Perhaps traumatized or something. He looks a little off and when we asked him where he lives, he couldn’t possibly answer. He didn’t write where he lives or any other person we might contact for this. He only wrote the year he came to Hogwarts, his job description where he wrote in ‘none’ and his account number at Gringotts – which we’re still trying to check of owner’s name.”
“So you don’t have a name?”
“No name, Miss Granger.” the Healer replied. “Perhaps you can help. He doesn’t seem himself – seems like the trauma has slightly gotten into him. He may be shaken still and couldn’t remember everything about him.”
Hermione nodded and considered, wondering who it may be.
“Anything else?”
“Despite the dirt of debris and blood over his clothing, we can tell that he’s well-off.” the Healer described with a short smile. “He was found wearing dragon-hide boots and a badly stained tailor-made robes design and from there we can already tell what his social status could possibly be.”
“Possibly.” Hermione said with a small chuckle. “Where is he?”
“We’ve taken him at one of the empty wards.” the Healer said standing up and taking Hermione’s hand. “He doesn’t seem very well with other people. He’s taking a rest but will you see him once Mr. Potter and the other Auror arrives?”
Hermione considered for a moment.
If she accepts this, it was likely that she would be the one to handle this patient.
She was a Healer in Training and she didn’t know much yet about the full work of it – but it could be studying.
And if there was anything she was ever extremely good at, it was learning and learning quite fast.
“Alright, I’ll see him.” she accepted with a smile. “I’ll tend to him when Harry and the others return.”
“Thank you.” the Healer replied. “I do have an extra set of Healer robes at the old compartment if you would need any. They are owned by my niece but she left the job a year ago.”
“Thank you.” Hermione replied again with a smile knowing there was nothing she wanted but to rid herself of the stench of sadness ruining her Healer clothes.

It was nearly six in the morning when Hermione heard Harry’s voice.
She had been staying at the small study and coffee room of the Healers and Medi-Witches to learn more about accidents and trauma victims and how to deal with them.
“I’m so glad you’re back!” Hermione said greeting him at the door and embracing him full. “What happened? How’s Mr. Weasley?”
“He didn’t want to check in here.” Harry said shaking his head. “I asked another Healer to accompany them back at their place. He doesn’t have any serious injury or anything so it’s alright. How have you been?”
“I’m fine.” Hermione quickly replied helping him sit down on one of the chairs and quickly making a hot chocolate from him at the small counter-bar. “We’ve tended to a handful but I need to see another patient in a while. I’m just waiting for you.”
“There’s no news yet that I can give you.” Harry replied, removing his glasses and burying his face in his hands. “We’re still investigating. We still don’t have a complete list of the names and number of casualties.”
“I think I can get you the ones that are already here and being tended to. I think that will help lessen your list or something.”
“That would be great.” Harry said removing his traveling cloak and taking the hot chocolate from Hermione. “Thanks for this.”
“No problem.” Hermione said. “You need to have that washed up. Do you need me to bring you extra clothes later?”
“No I’m fine.” Harry said inhaling deeply and taking a few sips from the hot chocolate. “I think I’ll sleep for an hour or two and then head back. The damage in front of the Ministry won’t be fixed until later but we all need to report. The others who didn’t arrive immediately at the scene are the ones manning the place.”
“Is there an idea if it was an accident or made on purpose?” she asked as she sat down over the edge of the table at Harry’s side.
Harry sighed heavily.
“We seriously have no idea.” Harry said looking up at her. “I’m just so glad that Mr. Weasley didn’t get there at the hour he’s supposed to.”
“I agree with you.” Hermione said looking over her watch as she was reminded. “Harry, I need to-“
“Go.” Harry said. “I’ll sleep for two hours here and then tend to whatever at the Ministry I am needed for. I’ll be at the Weasley’s after lunch. I’ll see you there?”
“As long as they don’t need anything extra from me around here, I’ll be there. I’ll see you.” Hermione said and she bent forward and exchanged a peck over the cheek and took her bag and notes with her to see her patient.

Changed into a new set of Healer robes, a chart at hand and a small pack of hot chocolate and warm blueberry muffins at hand, Hermione walked down the stairs of the hospital and went to the ward the patient was waiting for her.
But she was just halfway to it when a Medi-Witch came running from the opposite direction.
“Healer Granger!! Thank goodness!” said the younger Medi-Witch that looked quite familiar to her. “He’s not around.”
“Who’s not around?” Hermione asked halting as she was about to grab her wrist but halted at the last minute and thought that it may further make the girl anxious.
“Your patient.” she replied apologetically. “He was just – I just saw him going towards that way and well-“
Hermione looked and stared at the small staircase that was a shortcut and led to the two corridors to the cafeteria.
“It’s alright.” Hermione said nodding. “I’ll handle this. You may go. It’s all fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Hermione said smiling at her. “You may go, I’ll handle him. Did you get his name?”
“He was a bit off.” she said shaking her head. “Couldn’t really talk to him. He only said he’s starving and well..”
“Maybe that’s why he went off to the cafeteria area.” Hermione said looking at the direction. “I’ll handle this. You go ahead.”
She gave her another nod and look and turned around.
Hermione also turned on her heel and saw an older Healer and quickly walked to his direction.
“Sir, excuse me!” she said. “Would you know what time the cafeteria does-“
But the old Healer who she assumed was some sort of superior in the place kept his serious and cold facial expression and walked passed her without a word at all.
Hermione sighed and looked back at the attitude of the man and merely shook her head.
With no idea what time the cafeteria opens, Hermione walked her way down the small staircase that led to it.

“Hello?” Hermione called out as she entered the slightly dark cafeteria. “Anyone in here?”
She pushed double doors open, stared around and waited.
“Hello?” she called out again fretting for her wand to lit the place and cursing herself for realizing that it wasn’t with her.
She stayed still.
And then she heard it, the sound of some clatter of plates and glasses.
“Hello?”
“I’m in here!” answered a male’s voice that sounded a mouthful.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she continued to walk forward and listen to the clatter.
Someone was obviously hungry and had decided to handle himself at the kitchens.
“I’m sorry –“ Hermione said placing her bag down and taking the package of muffin and hot chocolate with her instead. “I’m looking for my patient – they said that they saw him walk down around this area and I was wondering if it’s-“
“I’m not a patient!” called back the voice. “But you’re welcome to eat if you’re hungry.”
Hermione rolled her eyes.
She didn’t like the sound of that voice.
Somehow, it reminded her of someone she just couldn’t point who.
She walked forward with her muffins clutched closely in her hand.
“I actually brought you food.” she answered. “I bought this at the café downstairs, thought you might be hungry – didn’t know that –“
But she wasn’t being answered anymore.
She could only hear the clatter of utensils around at the back kitchen.
The whole place was completely empty and staring at the sign that was hung around by the door, the cafeteria doesn’t open till another hour.
“I’m coming over.” Hermione called out again as she got nearer. “I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t.” answered the voice in a mouthful of food again.
Hermione didn’t like the idea of meeting someone she’s never met in a place where they were alone.
But she had to bear in mind that he was her patient and he obviously needed tending to if he was alone at a closed cafeteria, handling the service himself without qualms of circumstances.
And if she was to be honest, he didn’t sound like he was a patient at all but some drank and happy lad.

Whatever or whoever Hermione was expecting to meet at the other side of the corridor was absolutely nowhere near what was in her mind.
“Hey.” said the boy from the long table at the kitchens who was obviously enjoying himself. “Did you know that they magically heat the food they have kept?”
“Malfoy?!” Hermione loudly said, aghast and at the verge of dropping the paper bag in her hand.
“It’s not like they’re left overs. But they’re magically prepared like fresh. Great magic, the food here.” Draco answered with a gleeful smile over his face as he wiped his hands off from the napkin and offered her to sit in front of him.
But Hermione stood rooted at the spot, eyes transfixed at him.
He was wearing loose hospital robes, a bandage around his head that he had obviously tried to remove and a two band-aids at the side of his face.
Hermione’s eyebrows quirked, shaking her head and making sure that she was at the right place, talking to the right person.
“Are you Patient 0615?” she asked walking reluctantly near him over the table.
Draco took a large bite from the beef croissant over the table and a treacle tart in his other hand.
Hermione stared at him and wondered how long has Draco not eaten at all.
“I’m not a patient.” Draco answered after a while, looking up at her and gesturing her to sit down. “But if this counts, maybe I am.”
He offered his hand up to her in the air and showed a hospital band around his left wrist where the number 015 was marked.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and pulled the chair and sat down and stared back at him.
It was more of gaping back at him.
From all the patients she had handled since earlier, he looked the one least she should be worried about.
Although there were gashes around his arms, a cut over his left eye, the loosely wrapped bandaged around his head, he looked perfectly fine.
He only looked like it had been days since he last ate.
Hermione stared at him, unsure if she was surprised and should be worried of her ‘new patient.’
Her eyes fell over the gleaming patient band around his wrist.
She watched him eat with almost no manners but what distracted her was the fact that he asked her to sit down.
Wasn’t he repulsed at the idea of her?
He must be terribly sick at the moment or must have hit his head terribly hard enough.
“So?” his voice suddenly came out of nowhere as he gestured over her Healer uniform. “Will you be asking the same questions they did?”
Hermione blinked and stared back at him, forcing her brains to stop lagging and get on with her business.
“No.” Hermione said taking her small chart from the inside of her Healer uniform. “Yes – I mean, it depends on what else I might be needing from you- “
“So you’re a Healer now, huh?” Draco commented looking up at her and he actually smiled at her. “Your parents must be proud of you.”
Hermione’s brains had completely stopped working for a while the moment that he looked up at her and flashed a genuine smile at her direction.
Hermione quickly blinked and sat straighter.

“Are you insulting me?” she lashed at him, quick and defensive.
Despite that the war has been over, a handful of people knew that she hasn’t gotten up the courage to go back and retrieve her parents and give back their memories.
However Draco knew about that, she wasn’t sure and at the moment, she didn’t want to know.
Draco lowered the food from his hands and slowly looked up at her.
“Did that sound like an insult to you?” he slowly asked her in wonder.
“Yes.” Hermione quickly answered raising an eyebrow. “If it came out of your mouth, Malfoy.”
Hermione stared at him, red in the face and Draco only stared back at her as if not knowing what to say.
She sighed and tried to control herself.
No matter how much she hated him, she must remind herself to be professional and that he is still her patient at the moment.
“That wasn’t what I meant.” Draco said wiping his mouth and slowly moving the plate away from him as if he just lost his appetite completely. “I’m sorry if that offended you in any sort of way.”
Hermione suddenly felt and looked guilty and shaken at the realization that Draco just apologized at her.
“I didn’t mean to say that.” Hermione said, suddenly feeling the need to apologize herself. “I’m just – I haven’t slept. I’m sorry.”
“You should sleep.” Draco commented taking a sip from a glass. “Sleep heals. Sleep helps a lot.”
Hermione looked up at him, unsure of what to answer then.
She stared at him, watching him closely and observing as he finished with his food tray and settled it aside and it wasn’t until he looked up at her with a peculiar look over his face that she realized that she had a protocol of questions to ask him.
“Is there anyone I should call?” Hermione gently asked this time. “To accompany you to your private ward or something?”
“I didn’t get a private ward.” Draco replied to her raising the glass and finishing it up. “I also am not a child to be accompanied.”
“Right.” Hermione answered knowing all his life that he had all the reason to need and want a servant to tend to him. “I’m quite sure.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.” Hermione said waving her hand up in the air. “So I need to ask you several-“
“Is that for me?” Draco said pointing over the small package next to them. “The blueberry muffins?”
“The what?”
“The muffins.” Draco replied pointing over the paper bag. “Are those for me?”
“Right. Yes. Sorry.” Hermione said completely out of her head as she picked them up from her side and quickly handed it to Draco.
She watched as he excitedly opened it and grabbed the large of the two muffins and started eating them.
She was to ask him her set of questions when she realized something.
“I didn’t tell you that they were blueberry muffins.” Hermione asked, folding her arms across from the table and staring back at him with an expression.
“You didn’t.” Draco said taking another large bite from it. “I could smell it the moment you entered the room.”
“Oh.”

Hermione shook her head feeling completely stupid and wanting nothing but to finish her check on him and get hoe for a few hours of sleep.
She couldn’t wait to tell Harry who her patient was.
“So how’s Potter?”
“Harry?”
“Is there a Mrs. Potter I don’t know of??” he asked her with a quirked eyebrow and his eyes moved to her hands, checking for a ring.
Hermione stared back at him with all the hatred now going back at her.
“None.” Hermione snapped at him. “And he’s doing fine. He’s now an Auror.”
“That’s good.” Draco said as he finished the first muffin, completely oblivious to what she was just saying. “So you and him?”
“No.” Hermione said in a defensive way. “Ofcourse not.”
“Interesting.” Draco said taking the second muffin from the paper bag.
“What’s interesting?”
“You and Potter.” Draco replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The whole wizarding community is just waiting for your wedding engagement. You know Granger-Potter nuptials.”
“I don’t remember being this close to you for me to discuss my personal life with you.”
“So you’re not dating?”
“We’re not dating if you must know.”
“Nothing ever?”
“I’m not here to discuss my relationship with Harry with you.”
“So you’re not dating anyone at the moment?”
“I’m not dating anyone at the moment.”
“So nobody’s going to get mad if you go out?”
“Nobody can tell me what to and what not to do.”
“Good. Then you wouldn’t mind if I ask you to go out with me?”
“I wouldn’t mind if you – wait, what did you say?” Hermione asked, suddenly realizing what they were discussing already.
She stared down at him, facial features fuming at his direction.
He was smiling at her.
“I’m not playing games, Malfoy.” Hermione said. “I’ve got to ask you questions and you’ve been distracting me.”
“I’m not distracting you.” Draco replied in defense. “I only asked you if you would like to go out with me.”
“Ofcourse I wouldn’t want to go out with you.”
“Why not?” he asked in a gentle tone.
“Is that even a question?” Hermione asked as she now stood up, completely vexed at the direction of the conversation.
“Yes.” Draco answered her. “I’m asking you why would you not want to go out with me?”
“Are you mad?”
“Possibly.” Draco said wrapping the paper bag away. “Why would you not?”
“Because – because-“
“Because I’m not pleasant?” he asked her as he looked hopefully up at her. “Because I’m a Pureblood?”
“You know that’s not something I look-“
“Then it must be because I’m a Malfoy.” Draco said with a hint of hurt in her voice. “That’s it, isn’t it?”
Hermione was silenced.

She wasn’t sure what to say but Draco obviously sounded offended.
She sighed heavily and looked away from him.
The more she stayed there, the more she felt uncomfortable about the whole situation.
“That is Granger, isn’t it?” he asked her standing up as well.
“Look, Malfoy.” Hermione heavily sighed. “I’m here because you’re supposedly my patient. I’m trying to maintain a professional stand here-“
“I can see that you’re doing quite well with that.” Draco said looking her up and down. “You’re handling yourself just fine.”
Hermione pursed her lips at him.

"Have you been to Geneva?" he asked her suddenly looking up at her.
Hermione looked back at him with a horrified expression over her face.
"What did you say?"
"I asked you, if you've ever been to Geneva." Draco plainly and slowly repeated. "It's a nice place. You should visit it."
Hermione didn't know what to say.
Her fists were clenching at her sides.
It was the place where she has magically located her parents were but has never had the courage to get them back or visit them.

How did Malfoy know about that?

"Why are you asking?" Hermione asked him back, now very suspicious of him. "Have you been there?"
"No." Draco answered her with honesty in his tone. "But I've read about it in books. Looks like a good place to start over."
She didn't say anything, she kept observing his eyes and his body language that may tell her something she didn't know about.

There was nothing.

“Malfoy, I’m here because I’m supposed to ask you a set of questions and to tell you that you need to attend the group meeting I’m supposed to handle with a handful of you-“
“I can answer your questions. But I’m not attending your club.” Draco said picking up his extra hospital robe from the chair and sitting over the edge of the table instead. “And I’m not your patient.
“It’s not a club!” Hermione angrily said as she watched him smirk and take his extra hospital robe from the chair.
“Really?”
“Yes.” Hermione snapped at him folding her arms.
“I heard you like clubs.” Draco said with a smirk over his face. “What was it back then that you were trying to pull off-“
“You’re attending it and you’re my patient whether you like it or not.”
“Do you like it then?” Draco asked then smirking at her and eyeing her neckline for a moment. “Or do you not?”
Hermione suddenly felt both vulnerable from his gaze.
She quickly folded her arms across her chest and pulled her Healer uniform closer together.
He only smirked at her.
“I don’t like people, Granger.” Draco said with a nod over his pointed pale face. “And I certainly don’t want to associate myself with others on this little club you would be having. Thanks for the invitation though.”

And without warning, Draco leaned closer to her and brushed his two fingers right under Hermione’s cheek.
She had been too shock by the gesture to even move against him or move a muscle.
“I’ll see you around.” Draco said, winking at her and getting himself off the table with an amused look over his face.
By this time, Hermione’s blood was at boiling point already.
She watched as he moved away from the table with the same smirk over his face.
“Bloody hell.” Hermione whispered to herself as she rolled her eyes and took her chart and followed Draco to the door. “Malfoy!”
He didn’t turn, he only raised a hand up behind him to bid her goodbye.
Hermione quickly followed his fast and large footsteps as he headed nearer the door.
“Come to my office then!” she yelled right behind him. “If you don’t want to attend those things – “
“You mean your club for patients?”
“It’s not a club!” Hermione spat back at him.
But he stopped walking and had stood a few steps by the door, obviously considering despite that he didn’t face her.
Hermione quickly caught up with him.
“Well?” she asked reaching him and facing him. “How about on Friday?”
“I’ll think about it.” Draco answered with a smirk.
“At five?” Hermione persisted not wanting to lose this assignment and her job that goes with it.
“How about I take you to dinner at five?” Draco answered her as he turned and fully faced her.
“I’ll think about it.” Hermione snapped back at him.
“Fine.” Draco said with a smile. “Then go think about it. I’ll see you around, Granger.”
And then he walked away from her wearing the same expression of glee over his face.
Hermione cursed and could swear that she heard him mutter some numbers.
“Wait!” she yelled angrily at his back just as he reached the doors and was ready to push it open.
He stopped but didn’t turn back at her.

Hermione sighed heavily and rolled her eyes.
“Fine!” Hermione said through gritted teeth. “Friday. Five. Where?”
“You’ll know where.” Draco said slightly pushing the door open but Hermione called her back again.
“No funny business, Malfoy!” she coldly warned him staring at his still form by the door.
He smirked and made his step outside.
“I’ll think about it, Granger.”
And with that, Draco left the dark and small cafeteria and Hermione to her thoughts and not-so-well decisions whenever she didn’t have enough sleep.
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