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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:
It's quarter to two in the morning at my end and I couldn't sleep..
Nocturnal as shit and my creative side is always up in the ungodly hours of the day.
How is everyone doing?
Still raining as usual in my country and the comfort of a good book or some chapter writing and a good warm cup of coffee does the trick for me.
How do you guys write? Longhand or straight in the computer?
Also, what are your usual writing hours and your habits in writing?
I'm usually just happy with writing at a corner spot in a cafe or by my desk that I have no idea how i pulled by my apartment's window cause it's fucking heavy.
But my writing spot is superb.
Anyway.
Here's a chapter for everyone because tomorrow is a very busy day for me again with work. It's a long weekend in my country but given the nature of my arts teaching job, I work at the abnormal hours usually and days off are sometimes a personal and sometimes not a choice.
Hope all is well at your end.
Lots of love

Chapter Twenty Nine
The Patronus

“Draco!” the voice screamed urgently. “What are you doing? Where are you going? They went that way!”
Draco turned, facial expression alarmed as he stared back at Pansy running after him.
Both their wands were in their hands and she was breathlessly pointing at the other direction.
“Where are you going?” she gasped reaching him. “They went that way – I saw Potter’s-“
“No, this way.” Draco interrupted her pointing to the other direction. “I saw them there-“
“No-“ Pansy told him stopping him and immediately grabbing his hand. “I saw it, don’t tell me-“

Draco’s eyes turned around them, looking for the others who were obviously around and about searching for the rest of Dumbledore’s Army.
There was an apparent chaos and the Umbridge woman had ordered a complete lockdown to keep Harry and the others from leaving.
Draco, being the so-called leader of the Inquisitorial Squad was tasked to stop them by all means possible.
And he already saw two of his Slytherin mates use Unforgivable Curses after Ginny Weasley and another Gryffindor whom they missed very narrowly.
“I saw them this way.” Draco said shoving her hand from him and pointing to the direction he was walking to which was the opposite that Pansy was pointing at. “Are you coming with me or not?”
Pansy looked conflicted.
She obviously saw them but Draco was speaking otherwise and she would entrust Draco with her life.
She struggled and was about to counter him when out of nowhere, Hermione Granger and two younger Gryffindors came halting at the very direction that Pansy had been pointing to.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she halted and quickly stopped the two students behind her and discreetly signaled them to run to the other direction before Pansy notices them too.
“There she is!” Pansy shrieked pointing her wand at Hermione who was too shocked to see them both.
She had been too preoccupied in ensuring her two younger companions get away as fast and safely that when Pansy disarmed her wand, she was not able to quickly recover.
Her eyes were wide, mind racing as Draco and Pansy advanced towards her.
“Mudblood.” Pansy said stopping her and ensuring she had no other way. “Draco, take her wand and let’s tie her up.”
Hermione swallowed hard, her wand on the floor a few feet from her.
Draco stared back at her then back at Pansy, eyes moving and hand gripping his wand tightly.
His heart was racing as he stared at Hermione’s helpless situation – it was a two on one situation and he knew that should Hermione try something out, Pansy won’t think twice of seriously harming her.
“Draco!” Pansy screamed at him. “Get her wand! Come on, we’ll bring this one out!”
Hermione stared from her then slowly back at Draco.
She didn’t know why but she could swear that Draco was hesitating – no, he was calculating things over.

But why?
It was an obvious two on one situation and she was disarmed already.

“Draco!” Pansy screamed again, louder this time to ensure the other Slytherins would hear them enough to go their way. “We’re here!”
She screamed repeatedly hearing footsteps near them.
“Fuck.” Hermione very clearly heard Draco bitterly spat and then everything happened so fast.
One moment she was standing with her wand at her feet and then the next moment, there was a sound of a spell that was countered without magic and then suddenly, Pansy dropped on the floor with her wand rolling next to her feet.
Draco stood before her, stance on the same distance from her and eyes wide.
He was breathless and he looked as shocked of himself on what he had done.
“Malfoy..” Hermione whispered staring at Draco in utter shock. “I don’t..”

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even move an inch towards her.
But his eyes very briefly moved towards her wand for a split moment then he looked up at her and their eyes met.
His expression was filled with anger and frustration all the same time but he didn’t say anything to her.
In a split moment of decision, Hermione quickly picked up her wand and stared at Draco as if waiting if she needed to counter attack him should he decide anything against her.

Then they heard voices as the other Slytherins neared them, calling Draco’s name.

“Draco-“ Hermione whispered backing away from Draco who looked like he had made us his mind only a the final moment.
“The corridor to the library!” Draco suddenly screamed as he blinked and gained himself, backing away from Hermione and towards the other direction. “Granger and Longbottom’s heading to the library!”
Hermione stared back at him and wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or confused towards Draco’s undeniable actions.

He saved her.
She was sure of that.
Why so, she wasn’t.
But she knew she didn’t have time to ask now.

There were lives to be saved at the Ministry.

Without another word, Draco broke their eye contact and ran towards the other direction that was complete opposite of where Hermione had secured the safety of her companions earlier and where she had been meaning to follow when she met Pansy and Draco.

“What the mother of fu..” Hermione breathlessly gasped as she nearly dropped her mug of hot chocolate. “What the hell are you doing here awake in the dark, Malfoy?”

She had not lit the hotel room and went straight to the small kitchen to make herself some warm drink and didn’t notice Draco on the way out.
She only noticed him when she was about to go back to the room.
He was sitting quietly at the long couch by the darkened living room.
“Join me?” Draco simply invited her patting over the space on the couch next to him.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously but she walked closer anyway.

“Why the fuck are you sitting here in the dark?” Hermione asked him casting him a glare and quickly noticing that he was actually barechest. “And why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
He only looked up at her for a moment and wasn’t sure if he was going to answer back or laugh at her.
“I didn’t know you were scared of ghosts.” Draco said. “Maybe you should take it easy on the caffeine.”
“Funny.” Hermione answered at her making a face at his direction. “I asked you, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
“Is it bothering you?” he slowly asked her as he smirked at her and slowly stretched his legs out in front of her in an attempt of a tease.
Hermione looked away from him feeling both abashed and stricken at the sight of him.
“I won’t repeat myself, Malfoy.” Hermione said taking a sip from her mug. “I’d appreciate it if you’ll wear some clothes on.”
“This is how I sleep, Granger.” Draco said spreading his legs further and stretching his arms over the couch as if meaning to really annoy her. “I don’t sleep with any clothes at all if I’d be honest with you. I’m being modest and respectful of you so I decided to wear your pants for your virgin presence.”

Hermione turned red in the face and he was sure it wasn’t because of anger.
“Then why don’t you put lights on? Why are you sitting in the dark?” Hermione asked him walking closer.
“I think better in the dark.” Draco said. I’m trying to get some sleep as well so I turned all the lights out.”
“Oh.” Hermione said considering his answer as she pushed his legs together so she can comfortably sit at the far end of the couch. “Well, just put some clothes on.”
“Is my godly body really bothering you?” Draco asked her as he sat straighter, closing his legs together.
“You wish.” Hermione said grabbing the fallen black sweater from the floor and throwing it to his face. “You really think this is funny, don’t you?"
Draco smirked at her and accepted the sweater and pulled it over himself watching her sit at the very edge of the couch as if he was going to contaminate her with some disease.
“I’m just tired.” Draco said grabbing his wand from the couch and putting a bit more of glow in the dying fire in the hearth as his eyes moved to the bedroom. “And I’m really sleepy.”
Hermione raised her eyebrow.
“You know that the bedroom isn’t going to happen for you.” she said with another triumphant sip from her mug. “If you’re nice to me, maybe I’ll allow you to switch tomorrow.”
“I am nice to you.” Draco pointed out. “If I’d be a bit more honest, you should be sleeping here in the couch and not me. I paid for this room.”
“Excuse me?” Hermione called out at him. “I told you I can sleep here and you said that you’re a gentlem-“
“Yeah, yeah. I know what I said.” Draco murmured as he shook his head and stood up from the couch, stretching and flexing his muscles in front of Hermione.

Hermione looked away, suddenly interested with the design on her mug.

“Why aren’t you sleeping anyway?” Draco said. “Something bothering you?”
“I just can’t sleep yet.” Hermione said as she took two more hot gulps from the mug just to avoid looking up at him. “Can you please stop doing that?!”
“Doing what?” Draco asked as his arms were raised in mid-action of his stretches.
“That.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she finished her drink and stood up. “I’m going to bad. I’ve had enough of this.”
“Enough of a night view?” Draco smirked at her.
“You’re really infuriating.” Hermione snapped back at him.
“What did I do?” he asked obviously amused as he followed her back to the kitchens. “Hey, Granger! Stop doing that!”
“I’m not doing anything.” Hermione irritably answered him leaning by the foyer and staring back at his amused expression. “I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”
“Hey, wait. Hermione.” Draco softly said unable to hold himself back.

Before she could even leave, Draco blocked her way through and she looked really annoyed again.

He kept telling himself this was a very, very bad idea.
Not just the engagement or the wedding or their future plans.
But even the mere idea of taking her into a hotel in one room with only himself.

He kept berating himself over this but deep inside, he knew that he was happy this was happening.

"If you don't need anything else, Slytherin Prince, I'm going to bed." Hermione snapped throwing the mug over the sink and staring back at him, arms folded as she leaned by the foyer. “Goodnight, Malfoy.”

She turned and stopped right at Draco’s face.

They both turned red and quickly moved away from one another.

He had been joking but at that very moment that they were so close towards one another, he felt an undeniable and unexplainable jolt in his insides.
Hermione won’t say it but he was sure she felt the same.

“I want to sleep now.” Hermione simply said avoiding his gaze and the body that was perfectly shaped under the tight sweater he was wearing.
“Sorry.” Draco quickly said taking a few more steps back from her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to-“
He had meant it to be about the joke earlier on her reservations regarding the matter but suddenly, it felt like he was apologizing for a lot of other things.
“It’s fine.” Hermione said. “We need to make plans for tomorrow. Go to sleep. We both need rest.”
“Yeah. Right. We should.” Draco said letting her pass as he realized that it was two in the morning already and they were both still wide awake.

He was worried of her.

She was bothered like him – with the plan, the thoughts and the pros and cons of the whole situation they found themselves in.

He knew that she didn’t want this at all but because she had a heart of gold as usual, she found herself offering help – no, not just help – offering herself to be the help.
And he, out of desperate measures and pressure of securing their family’s wealth and ensuring his father does not land back on top of the social status, went on riding with the plan.
How stupid and pathetic of them both.
It wasn’t like they were young and naïve.
No, this wasn’t like they were young or native and completely clueless of the consequences of their actions.
They were very much aware of everything that was happening around them and could possibly happen around them.

“I’ll try to wake up early.” Draco said faking a yawn. “But in case you get up before I do, feel free to order homeservice or whatever.”
“Yeah, okay, I will.” Hermione said as she stopped by the doorway of the bedroom and turned to Draco. “You don’t need to walk me here. You’re just going to sleep five steps over there.”

Draco blushed but if he was affected, he tried not to show the rest of his feelings.
He had been following her and had walked her right at the door of the room.
“Sorry. Habit...” Draco said looking away this time.

Hermione smiled at him.

“So the girls you date. You bring them to their doorstep?” Hermione teased with a smile. “This is how they fall for you?”
“Will you fall for it if I use it on you?” Draco mocked back at her with another smirk. “I’m just kidding. And that’s not my style.”
“What is your style?” Hermione curiously asked as she leaned by the door of her room, unconscious that she had been moving her right leg playfully on the carpeted floor.
“You really wanna know?” Draco asked moving closer to her and standing over her.

Hermione retreated.

“Idiot. Go to bed.” Hermione said turning the knob and turning away from him when Draco stopped her, grabbing her wrist gently.
“Draco-“ Hermione whispered and she suddenly felt her voice caught in her throat.

Their eyes met and Hermione was very sure that there was something nostalgic in this very moment.

It felt like some forgotten memory and the unmistakable feeling of some a deja vu.

“I need you to know that I appreciate this.” Draco said keeping their eye contact. “All of this. I know it’s not easy.”
“Go to bed.” Hermione simply said withdrawing her hand from him. “We have many things to do tomorrow.”

If he was disappointed, he no longer showed her.
But he looked like he was at the edge of telling her something right out at the tip of his tongue.

Draco nodded but he didn’t move away.
If any, he looked like he was leaning closer her.

Hermione felt some bizarre electricity all over her body and she knew this was a red flag.
“This isn’t a good idea. You should go to bed.” Hermione quickly said as she opened the door behind her. “Night, Malfoy.”

And before Draco could even react or say anything, her wrist had vanished from his grasp and she had slammed the door right at his face.
He stared at the door and he could tell that she was leaning against it at the other side.

He wasn’t sure why he was smiling, but he was.
“Right.” Draco whispered to himself straightening up and walking back to the couch.
“Night ferret!” he heard her call from her room as if making sure he was alright.

He smirked.

“Go to bed you, know it all!” Draco called back as he walked back to the couch and sank bank, burying his face in his hands.
He watched as she obviously turned down the lights from the room seeing only very little glow through the gap of the door and the floor.
He sighed heavily and got back on the couch on a very uncomfortable position.
He opened his eyes and all he could see was the soft glow in the room from the fireplace.
He could hear nothing else but his own heart beat that was making abnormal sounds tonight.
“Goodnight, Hermione.” Draco whispered as his heavy eyes closed in and all he could think about was the sweet vanilla and rose scent coming from Hermione’s hair and not realizing that as he uttered her name, there was an evident smile back in his lips.

He closed his eyes, burdened by what was coming ahead and yet afloat with the thoughts of her.
Draco was halfway through dreamland, halfway through a few hours of bliss and escape in sleep when he heard it.

Or rather, he felt it.

Draco tried to ignore it for as much and as long as he could hoping it would go away.
But it didn’t.

The glow of light continued to grow, the presence growing and wanting to be known.
“Fuck it.” Draco muttered heavily as he opened his eyes and sure enough, the glowing light from the heavily curtained window was growing.
Draco sighed very heavily and without a choice, he slowly get up from the couch and reached over for his wand.
He whispered a spell around the room to ensure that Hermione wouldn’t come out of the room or that she won’t be hearing anything at all before he limped towards the locked window of their hotel room.

He stopped by the curtained window, staring at the glow at the other side that reflected through the room.
He didn’t want to do this, he was too tired and too sleepy and tomorrow he was going to be buggered by Hermione’s planning for hours.

Can’t the stupid boy understand he also needed rest?

“If this isn’t important, I’m going to bloody kill you.” Draco whispered as he reached over the curtain and began to pull it over before reaching to open the locked window. “This is a very stupid idea and it’s two in the morning for fuck’s sake.”

But Draco knew there was no point arguing and he was defeated already being the one having the weight of Hermione’s care and well-being at the moment.
He had no choice.

He never had a choice.

Cold night air reached through the window and passed his face as he backed away from the open window, eyes weary and half-blinded by the floating, glowing light of a very large and strong Patronus of a stag with a very clear message with it.

And in just half an hour, Draco found himself inside a half-full Muggle bar just very near the hotel from which they were checked in.
He found him immediately and walked straight to his table at the corner in his large traveling cloak, thick scarf draped securely round his neck that concealed most of his face and wand inside his jacket pocket.

“It’s three in the morning, you idiot.” Draco said as he moved closer to the table and squeezed himself through the bench against the wall and sat back down placing his wand over the table between the two of them. “I told you I’ll message you when we’re settled and safe.”
“Great to see you too, you imbecile.” Harry greeted him in a snarky manner throwing over a thick folder across the table towards Draco’s direction. “And you have a bloody problem.”
“What is this?” Draco asked picking the folder up the table and quickly opening it to check its several contents of thickly piled up parchments.

Harry pulled his traveling cloak closer around himself to ensure that nobody recognizes him, eyes wary around the bar incase anyone would notice the two of them.

“Those documents are legit and recorded.” Harry told him folding his arms across his chest and staring at Draco. “What do you want me to do with them? I already told you way back that this wasn’t a good idea and look at them now, a problem as we’ve both gathered.”

Draco ignored him and read through the files, mind quickly thinking of how to solve this problem he found minimal anyway.

“Burn them.” Draco lazily said placing all the parchments back the thick folder and shoving it back across Harry. “Burn them all.”
“You think that’s a walk in the park?” Harry countered him with a look over his face.
“I think that you have access inside the Ministry like a walk in the park.” Draco pointed out staring at Harry’s worried expression. “This isn’t a problem.”
“Not yet.” Harry quickly pointed out. “This is why I told you not to do it before. Now who’s going to clean up after this mess? Me. Obviously. Again.”

Draco’s eyes slightly widened at the term but if he was irritated he controlled himself.
“This isn’t just my mess or hers.” Draco told him lowering his voice. “You’re in it. Infact, if I remember clearly, you-“
“I remember clearly, thanks.” Harry cut him short. “What I’m trying to say here is what the fuck? Why are you getting married?”
“We don’t have a fucking choice!” Draco hissed back at him, eyes wide. “You saw what happened then. You know that your fucking government is rushing and panicking over this Marriage Law. If I didn’t do it-“
“If you didn’t do it, things will be stable and clear and we won’t be-“
“Listen to me, you ungrateful git –“
“I’m the ungrateful git-“
“My point is, if I didn’t do it we are at risk of losing her over the table like some poker chips, gabbling her over and risking her and-“
“We?” Harry interrupted him a little louder than he expected. “Me or you? Don’t play games. It’s just the two of us here. We both know that you’re still concerned all over and still want to get involve-“
“I am involved!” Draco angrily hissed back at him unable to control his tone. “Ofcourse I’m bloody involved – I’m the fiancé here- “
“The fiancé now or the fiancé then?” Harry shot back at him, eyes wide and temper rising as well. “Don’t bloody kid me. We went back and forth and in circles and we just landed right back up at the very idea that brought us all into this problem. If you were to ask me, you were only waiting time and you still always – always planned to end up into this-“
“I was away for years!” Draco spat at him as he moved closer the table as if to strangle Harry. “I was worse than exiled – I was – you have bloody no idea- how that felt, how I bloody felt in all those years-“
“And you have bloody no idea of the things I had to do, I had to endure to make sure she doesn’t fucking remember anything!” Harry angrily yelled at him unable to stop himself before realizing too late that they were both up their feet, wands out and two glasses shattered at either side of them.
Draco cursed in spite of himself as people began to slowly look at their direction, confused of their stance but obviously aware of a possible brawl.
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