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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am not making any money from this story.

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Author's Notes:
Our Summer oficially arrives by March but at the moment our country is enduring the pre-summer weather state whereas it's quite cold in the morning and early evening while there is warm and heat at certain times at the rest of the days.

Welcome readers.
For the old ones, you'd notice this is a repost. I'm tryingt to post 2 edited chapters per day. I've found a really good beta. Thanks Katy.

For the new readers, welcome.
This is a slow burn Dramione fic and my first serious attempt at the pairing.
You will find yourself into a lot of smutty and angsty scenes and a dab of mystery in it.

Please do drop by a hi.
This fic is also found at a03 and would soon be at ff.net
All paragraph that are italicized are flashback like my other stories' style in writing.

Lots of love
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Chapter Two
Seven Years Later

It was raining.
But it was June.
It has been a month since the Battle of Hogwarts.
The Daily Prophet and other articles and pamphlets came out that morning and almost everyone had a copy.

In celebration and memoriam of the occasion, each had a list of witches, wizards and even famous creatures alike who had been a hero of the war were listed and plastered everywhere.
It would take more than weeks and months to move on from the great loss of the Wizarding World especially at the region of Great Britain.

There was a tinker and sound of the bell and Hermione looked up as she drew the copy of the Daily Prophet under the table.
It was just Harry.

She relaxed in the quiet and almost empty Muggle café.

Harry’s eyes roamed the café and he quickly saw her and went straight to the corner table by the window where she usually sat.
“We’re going?” he asked her although he sat down in front of her.

Hermione took the newspaper copy from under the table and flattened it out onto the table and carefully folded it to hide the moving pictures over the pages.

“Give me a moment.” Hermione said as she focused on folding the paper.
Harry stared.

She had been crying again.
They had spent the morning at the grounds of Hogwarts at a ceremony in commemoration of the battle that took place at the grounds.

They were greeted by professors, Ministry officials and some Auror and Order members who came at the ceremony.
Harry was obliged to give a small talk and was also obliged to talk to several of the people present at the ceremony.

Hermione remained by his side and spoke only when spoken too.

The Weasley’s – or rather who were left of the members – were there as well.
Despite that they treated both Harry and Hermione family, Hermione found herself withdrawn from them.

George and Percy had been injured severely.
Fred Weasley had passed at the battle.

It was the hardest death Harry and Ron had to face.
But it was very different for Hermione.
Harry had decided that he’d wait for her to return to her old self but until then, he would just be there.

It was the most painful thing Harry has ever seen in his life – to see her cry at the death of her parents.
She had left them and Obliviated them in fear that the Dark Lord and his followers will turn to them for information of her to find Harry.

She wanted them not to remember her so they could be safe.
But she was terribly wrong.

The weeks that they were looking for the Horcrux, the death toll had risen as the Death Eaters attacked cities after another – relentless and reckless if it were still within the boundaries of their world or of the Muggle World.

A mass Muggle attack at Europe that was thought of to be terrorism broke out and one of the first victims to die on the spot of the explosion of the hospital were Hermione’s parents.
They were at a restaurant right across the hospital that had been blown up by the Death Eaters.
It was three days after the battle that Hermione found out about it when Kingsley opted for an Order meeting that included the trio.

He had given them a list of Muggle casualties to find out if there was anyone that Harry or Hermione knew of.
The next thing they knew, Hermione had completely passed out at the other end of the table and a few hours later, they had to restrain her by magic as she screamed and cried at the loss she didn’t know of happened many weeks beforehand.

She blamed herself and Harry had to stand by her side and watch her wake up in the middle of the night in the night crying and screaming for her parents.

Days and nights and her cries slowly died down.
Something had slowly changed in her.
He never knew what exactly but he knew that something had died inside of her.

Harry was sitting behind his desk and finishing his lunch while reading Ron’s letter to him on how he was enjoying his year long vacation with Ginny at her work travels and duties for the Quidditch team she was presently coaching.

It has been seven years and the changes came too fast.

Two years after the battle, the Weasley’s had travelled across countries.

They’ve visited Romania first and then worked their way around Australia and a couple more of countries using the money that had been awarded to their family by the Ministry of Magic and for the damages loss as law in the Wizarding government.

It was their way of helping Mrs. Weasley and George cope at their loss of friend.

It wasn’t something easy to let go but like every other survivor in the Wizarding World, they had to move on from the loss of their loved ones.

It was when they were at Paris, France that things seem to turn for the better for the family.

Soon after living at the large place of Fleur, the family decided to stay for a couple more of months at a house that Bill and Fleur had been investing on.

A couple of months of touring more, getting to know the environment and the culture and soon the Weasley’s came into a decision of staying there for another year or two.

The paper work were quite easy given that they were known to be Aurors and Order members at the Wizarding society. The Muggle government and society was also easy to get into given that Bill married a French woman who had a good family and reputation at the city.

Bill and Fleur together with Percy and Charlie’s savings helped buy a small house for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley just a few streets down to where Fleur and Bill and Fleur’s family lived.

Charlie would stay there from time to time but work sought him to travel across so he didn’t really need a place to stay.

Ginny had finished her academics and had been quickly hired in local and then international Quidditch leagues that demanded most of her time to be away from home and to travel as well.

Percy had continued to work at the Ministry of Magic but soon decided to be transferred at Barcelona, Spain where he felt a bit more fit to work but consistently wrote letters to his family.
George was the one who had the hardest time going back to his life.
He stayed with his parents and were constantly visited by the others and had always travelled back to London to Harry and Hermione where he felt most at home.

He ran the business for a few more years and soon became too busy to remember that loss he had endured in his life.
It was quite hard but he, like the others, had to move on.
The moment they graduated, Harry had decided to join the Auror training from which he and Ron signed up for.

The months of training paid off well and just a year or two later, they had been given their official badges as Aurors and soon with his hard work and efficiency at the department, Harry had been offered the position as head Auror.
Ron had been vouching for him to get the position and right after Harry was placed in position, he asked Harry to give him permission to be reinstated in the Auror department that travelled.

Harry was suspicious but he knew that Ron always wanted a reason to travelled.

He signed the documents and after a few months and years of doing well in his department, he wrote a letter to Harry to allow him a year worth of vacation so he could enjoy himself with Ginny.

Harry allowed of course knowing that Ron needed and deserved this and a lot more after everything that has transpired at the battle.
He was still lost somewhere and this was his way of coping.

And being the best friend that he was, Harry signed the document and allowed him a year worth of leave of absence that was never usually granted just so easily.

And so, Harry was left with Hermione.

They’ve been best friends for as long as Harry could possibly remember.
They had both graduated with good grades and Hermione, despite all her losses, managed to cope well at school despite of her nightly mourn and sudden outbursts from time to time.

It was Harry and only Harry who had seen all these and this side of Hermione Jean Granger.
He had stayed right by her side and tried to comfort her and give her everything that a best friend could possibly hope for.

They tried once or twice even to date romantically but it never somehow worked that way.
There were no fights nor arguments, but Hermione always seemed to think that she has been too damaged inside that she couldn’t possibly settle in full of loving Harry.
Harry kept reminding her that dangers were no longer around and that he would always stay with her but Hermione, traumatized still by the loss of her own parents, couldn’t bring herself to the point of moving forward and settling for a happy ending.

Still, Harry remained by her side despite all of it for he knew that it was the only thing he could give her after all the loss and pain she has endured.

“Excuse me!” Hermione called out as she entered the double doors and passed through the threshold.
The moment she crossed the other room she was taken aback to find herself in a very quiet room.
It was filled with windows and a few people were lined up quietly and a row of almost empty chairs were occupied but certain people.
She had called out with a loud voice thinking this room was going to be as crowded as the one she had just left.
She stopped on her tracks to find the guards holding the so-called ‘doctor’ and leading him towards one of the windows.

They were heading towards a window that lined up people who had identification card problems.
“Ugh.” Hermione gritted her teeth walking forward them. “Excuse me, I have to go to that line first because I was first in line.”
She walked passed that without looking back and lined up towards the window they were about to line to.

The personnel behind the window looked up at her with a strange look.
“Yes?” the young man had asked her.
“I have ID problem.” Hermione said laying across the window the documents.
The young man read her documents and stared up at her and then gave her a curt smile.

“Please wait for a while Miss Granger, I need to just handle one emergency for a bit-“
“What-“ Hermione asked and the young man stood from her chair and gestured behind her.

The guards walked forward with the blonde man.
“No.” Hermione demanded banging her fist before the window.

Some people stared.

“I was here in line first.” Hermione angrily said. “I’m sorry, I’ve been here for hours and I won’t allow him to just cut the line-“
“We’re sorry. It’s just that we give privileges to doctors and other important professions and disabled individuals for this line. We will handle yours right after Miss Granger-“

Hermione was gently shoved aside by the guards who already felt irritated by her attitude earlier on.
Hermione moved forward again and raised her hand to push the guard away when a hand held her up gently.

She looked up with a furious gaze.
“I'm sorry." a voice came. "I didn’t mean to cut you off the line.” the familiar voice said.

Hermione’s eyes widened beyond its usual limit as she turned to the person.

Her mouth fell open but no words came out.
Her heart was pounding quite fast.
She barely felt it when the blonde slowly lowered her hand down.
She couldn’t put the words out of her mouth and just couldn’t say it but it was surely happening before her eyes.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry.” the blonde man said as he turned to the window. “Please do help and assist Miss Granger first. I am not here for any emergency. I had a problem with my ID but I could wait. I have no emergency at the moment. I also have to take this call as this may be more important.”

The young man stared at him in reluctance but he nodded.

The guards moved away and let Hermione pass but she was unmoving, eyes wide and gaping wordlessly towards the blonde man who had just walked away from her and the window as he started dialing something over his Muggle mobile.

“Miss Granger?” the young man called out to her with a questioning glare. “Shall I assist you?”
“What?” Hermione said eyes still on the blonde man who had left the room for a while.
“How can I help you?” the man asked again. “Is there a problem?”

Hermione looked back at the young man and then back at the guards then back at the window again.

“I’m sorry, who was that?” she asked unable to control herself.
She couldn’t be mistaken but it was close to impossible.
Last she’s heard is that he was in Paris, France or something like that.

Did he not recognize her?

But he called her by her last name.
She could and would recognize that blonde beauty whenever and wherever possible.

He may have looked different but she was dead sure it was him.
He was wearing a handsome pair of Muggle clothes and was holding a mobile phone – a Muggle object.

He also wore squared spectacles.
And he smelled terribly nice.
Hermione blinked and shook her head.

She was almost so sure who she had just seen.
Sure there was what looked like a scar of a burnt over the side of his once handsome face but she couldn’t be mistaken.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said unable to stop herself. “Can you like-“ she looked back at the door where he disappeared.

“Miss Granger?”
“I’m sorry – I need to – can you hold that line for me – I’ll be right back.”
And without another word, Hermione staggered out of the window and literally ran back towards the door where she could swear that it was Draco Malfoy that she had just encountered a moment ago.
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