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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 32
Hermione slipped back into Scorpius's hospital room. Several hours had gone by since she'd last seen the boy or her fiancé. The words "bone-tired" were more than figurative at the moment; she felt it in every inch of her body.
Hermione and Harry had gone back to the ministry to sort out the information that they'd gathered. With this information in hand, they'd been able to deliver it to the head of the Department of Mysteries. Now it was all a waiting game to see what that department could figure out. Meanwhile, every child involved was still in what appeared to be a coma and the mark now had spread all along the whole left arm. It was disconcerting even to the healers, let alone how the parents felt when they saw the mark spreading on their child's body. The black ink stood out on the pale, white skin of the sickly children. Why did the MacAteers have to use these children in their game of revenge against adults? It was well known that this clan had no hearts and showed no concern for anyone that wasn't related to them. It stung to the core to realize that these children were all dying because of her. They wanted her and were using the children to get back at her. She needed to leave these ugly thoughts in the shadows where she now was hovering. Draco needed her, as did Scorpius. The intense guilt that ate away daily at her core wouldn't help figure out this curse.
She left her hiding place and walked over to Draco and softly put her hand on his shoulder.
"What?" Draco jumped in the chair startled at her touch. Hermione stood back as his hands flew into the air.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just got back from the ministry," Hermione said with a slur while trying to stifle a yawn.
Draco reached out and pulled her down onto his lap. "My poor tired girl. You look like you're ready to drop."
"I am," she said with a sigh. He laid her head down against his chest. His hands instantly wove through her curls and hugged her to him. Still half asleep Draco pressed kisses to her brow.
"So…tired," Hermione whispered as her eyes closed. She just wanted to go to sleep and wake up with all of this a very bad dream.
The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was Draco saying soothing words to her that truly sounded like nonsense, but her brain was too worn out to tell. But the sound of his heartbeat finally lulled her to sleep.
Hermione woke up groggy in their own bed but feeling better than the night before. Maybe this was just because of her pregnancy, but she knew emotionally this was all draining to her soul and well-being. How could she be a support to Draco and do her job at the ministry? No one knew what was causing this curse to affect the children so drastically, nor did they know how long it would take to figure it out? She looked over to the spot where Draco usually slept and could see an indent in his pillow. He'd been there at one point in the night, but who knew for how long. She'd been so out of it she hadn't even felt him there; but knowing him, he'd probably held her closely as they slept.
"Draco? Draco?" she looked around their bedroom but didn't see him. Finding her fluffy blue robe on the bed, she put it on over her nightgown and slowly wandered out into the kitchen.
"There you are. I was worried when I woke up alone," she gave Draco a big hug and he promptly pulled her in for a good morning kiss. Her body pressed into his, hers still warm from her sleep. He sighed as he held her close, just content to hold her and say nothing.
Draco's hands massaged her back making her want to fall back to sleep, "I didn't think that you'd ever wake up. It was surprising with all of that snoring you were doing last night."
His lip curled up in a grin that he always held just for her. If only her Gryffindor boys could see him at times like this. They would be able to see why she'd fallen hopelessly for him with no return to a life without Draco Malfoy.
Hermione hit him on the arm. "I don't snore! Maybe you were listening to yourself," she said indignantly while giving him a saucy look.
Draco's hand went to his chest and his eyebrows rose, "Me? You should know that Malfoys' never snore." His serious tone turned into laughter as Hermione started to hit his arm and her laughter joined his.
"Malfoys' are snobs," Hermione said as she stuck her tongue out at him. She flipped her hair and turned her nose up in a pretend act of imitating what she remembered Draco's mother often doing.
"You, woman, are going to be one of them soon, so you better practice your snobbery." He tried to hold a straight face as they bantered back and forth.
Hermione's finger went up to tap at her lip as she pretended to think about what Draco had said, and then her smile fell. The last time they'd seen someone imitating her funny habit had been when Scorpius had mimicked her. Draco caught on quickly to her mood. She didn't have to say a word about her thoughts, as she could tell he was remembering the same moment they'd shared with Scorp less than 48 hours ago.
"Oh Draco, life will never be the same…I mean…"
Hermione couldn't speak anymore as her voice choked with emotion. Draco didn't say anything either as they stood together with their arms wrapped around each other. The only sound heard was the quiet sobs coming from two people, parents, who loved a curly-haired little boy who was infatuated with dragons, Quidditch, and eating butterscotch ice cream. He was just a little boy who'd never hurt another soul in the world and only wanted to be held tightly while being read to nightly before he fell asleep cuddling his red, plush dragon.
Draco pulled away but leaned in again so their foreheads were touching. After a quiet moment, he stood back and looked at her, "We're not giving up on him Hermione. I refuse to give in to this evil. You're the one that taught me to keep plowing forward, even if it looks like all of the odds are against us." His eyes didn't leave hers as he spoke. "You don't realize how strong you are and how much strength I gain from you."
Hermione hurled herself back into his arms. They clung to each other as so many emotions ran between them. "Oh, Draco. It goes both ways. You should know that by now. That's why we're so good together because we're a force to be reckoned with." Her hand curled around his neck as she drew his lips towards her. The kiss was not demanding, but firm, as they melted into each other, their pain and hurt building into a fiery heat of lust laced with comfort. It felt good and safe in each other's arms, as they let their emotions and bodies take over from the realities of life.
Their hands started to strip the clothes off of each other, "Oh Gods Draco, we really shouldn't…we need to get to the hospital."
"No, we really should," he answered as he backed her against the wall, his hands sliding up across her stomach, and then he cupped her breasts with his thumbs ghosting over her sensitive nipples. She shivered at his touch leaning her head back against the wall.
"We don't know what tomorrow will bring, but we are here and now and I know that I love you. Nothing is going to stop me from showing you how much I love you and need you right now in my life." Draco's silvery eyes glowed with passion.
Hermione moaned at the surge of emotions and lust that roared through her body. Draco lifted her up in his arms and walked to their bedroom. He gently set her down on the bed. Every touch bound her closer to him, while his hands swept through her long hair, trailing down her sides, and even when his warm breath blew across her neck pressing light kisses. These moments of gentle touches, caresses, and lovemaking brought some semblance of meaning and order into their lives. Soon enough the reality and cruelty of hospitals, evil men, and possible death would crash into their senses, but the sounds of pleasure surrounded them, blocking out the outside world. Coming together as only lovers can, they both cried out in pleasure.
Looking up at Draco, Hermione sighed as he smiled down at her. He fell to her side as his breathing returned to normal, and drew her into him. Wrapping his arms around her and kissing her once more, Hermione felt safe enough to fall asleep and hoping she was too tired to remember any dreams.
Harry couldn't believe that this nightmare was not over yet. The burden of dealing with evil madmen out to cause as much havoc as possible once again weighed heavily on his shoulders. The MacAteers were firmly behind this curse that was now threatening the lives of the children. Within a few hours, he'd heard the results from the Unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries. Yes, this curse was full of dark magic. Yes, the curse was life-threatening. No, they weren't sure yet how to stop it, but they were still working on a remedy that they hoped would cure the children. Harry almost laughed out loud when they said, "It would be helpful if you could find the men who cast the curse and get more information from them about the curse."
"No shite," Harry said out loud. He picked up his coffee mug and took a drink and immediately spit it back out, disgusted at how cold it had gotten. There was nothing worst than cold coffee or tea, especially when he was tired.
The hours had dragged by all night long. The many pictures from the crime scenes blurred together after looking at them over and over again, desperately looking for some clue that he could pass along to the Unspeakables. At one point he couldn't remember what he was even trying to look for. That was when he'd asked for a cup of hot and very black coffee.
"So Harry, have you decided yet?" Ron came and flopped down in the chair next to Harry's desk. His face was tired and pale making his freckles stand out even more than usual. His big hands rubbed across his face as he groaned.
"I hate to do it Ron, but we need Hermione here. She knows the MacAteers better than anyone else in our department. With her help, we may be able to draw them out." Once again it would come down to having Hermione's help, even though she was involved deeply with one of the victims of the curse; but it couldn't be helped.
Harry leaned back in his chair closing his eyes. Staying up all night didn't help his thinking process. It also galled him knowing that he'd taken his wife and new baby home, left them, and then spent the night at the ministry working on this case. Yes, this was his job, but dammit, the timing was all fucked up.
"What time is it?" Harry looked over at Ron. He shook his head when his friend didn't answer, but the snoring from him made him want to slap him. There was nothing more he wanted to do right now but go home, climb into bed, and sleep for a few days. Reaching into his desk he pulled out a vial of Pepperup Potion and drank it in one go. The steam coming out of his ears vibrated his whole body and woke him up. This would have to do for now.
He stood quickly drawing out his wand and pointed it at Ron, "Rennervate". Ron jumped awake his blue eyes looking around in bewilderment.
"Come on partner. We're going to the Leaky for breakfast then heading to Malfoy Manor," Harry said grabbing files and shoving them into his dragonhide briefcase that Hermione had given him for his last birthday. She said it made him look more official as a department head.
"Breakfast sounds good. Visiting Malfoy Manor not so much." Ron quipped standing up, still trying to fully rouse himself. He stretched his arms up high and yawned loudly.
"I'm buying if you come right now," Harry said trying not to say anything snarky to his best friend. He left his office not bothering to look back at Ron, but he heard footsteps behind him knowing food still was a motivating factor in Ron's life after all of these years.
Draco woke up when he heard Mipsy pop into their bedroom. Noticing the bright light streaming through the big windows he sat up and looked down at Hermione who was still in a deep sleep. She was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, having been cuddling up with him since their lovemaking. Her long, curly hair was spread out like a brown fan across the pillows. He hoped that this wouldn't wake her. She needed all the rest she could get right now. Mornings had not been the best time for Hermione lately, and now they knew why she had been waking up tired and nauseous. Excited as he was about the pregnancy, it was hard to focus on a new baby coming when the child that had held his heart for three years was lying in a coma at St Mungo's.
"Master Malfoy, sir, Mr. Potter is waiting in the drawing-room in the East Wing."
Draco's fuzzy head tried to comprehend what the elf had said, "Who Mipsy?"
The elf cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are down waiting to speak to you and Miss Hermione sir."
Draco tried not to be irritated at the two men who had interrupted their late morning nap and wanted to wake up Hermione. He figured that this was probably about the case and he wasn't sure he wanted to hear any news about it. He hoped though that it was good news and not them being the bearers of bad news.
Draco sauntered in wearing his sleep pants and nothing else. He smirked when he saw Ron grimace and then groan at spotting what he wore. "That's more of you than I ever hoped to see Malfoy."
"Close your eyes Weasley, or better yet just leave." Draco wasn't in the mood to hear the stupid git complain about his lack of clothes in his own home.
"Ok you two, enough. We're here to talk to Hermione," Harry said as his hand came up to stifle yet another yawn.
"Well, that's too bad. She's sound asleep and I'm not waking her up, especially after you kept her up so late last night Potter." He crossed his arms making sure to flex his biceps in the process.
"This is important Malfoy. We need her help if we're ever going to solve this case." Harry said sounding very frustrated.
"It's not happening. She's worn out and I'll tell her to contact you when she's ready." Draco stood his ground.
Harry's face turned red as he opened and closed his mouth, not sure how to answer back. "Malfoy, this is about saving your son. He's the one sitting at death's door."
Draco steamed inside knowing full well what the stakes were and didn't need Harry Potter to remind him. He felt his skin heat up, just as red as Potter's had been.
"Hermione may be the only one that can get in contact with the MacAteers." Ron blurted out, and then looked sheepishly over to Harry, who looked down at the floor while ruffling his own already disorderly hair.
Draco sighed and shook his head at the redhead's stupidity, "Now the truth comes out! You want to use Hermione as a pawn to draw them out. I'll not sacrifice her safety again like last time. There may not be a second chance to save her."
"Quit being stubborn. What about your son?" Harry yelled back at Draco.
"What about my other child that Hermione is pregnant with? I care about that child too. They both mean the world to me. I can't choose one over the other." Draco turned away from them to cool down and to hide his hurt and frustration that only Hermione had seen.
"What other baby?" Ron asked. "Hermione's going to have a baby?"
"Yes, you imbecile. That's what being pregnant means!" Draco yelled as he turned around to glare at his long time enemy raising his fists and wanting to throttle the man.
Harry quickly got in between the two men who both looked ready to start throwing punches.
"What is all of this yelling about?" Hermione asked as she came wandering into the drawing-room. "I could hear you all the way upstairs which is a long way in this house." Draco only smirked as he listened to her.
Harry walked to her side; "We came to talk to you about the case and needing your help to contact the MacAteers. We've all come to a standstill, even the Unspeakables. If we're going to help the children, we need more information about this curse that is affecting them. You are the only one that can make the difference Hermione."
Draco noticed that Hermione blanched at his words and he hurried to her side and helped her over to the sofa. She fell onto the seat looking like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. He knew Hermione well now and knew what she was thinking. She would want to do whatever is possible to save the children. She'd already done this once before to save them. People like her were always raising their hand to volunteer or in her case, sacrifice her life. Draco on the other hand knew he was selfish and didn't like sacrificing what belonged to him, especially his own skin. Even though every part of him was scared about losing Scorpius, there was no way that he was going to lose Hermione or this new baby. He would find a way to save them all.
Draco held Hermione's hand in his as she sat thinking. Surprisingly Harry and Ron stood silently too, not taking the chance of interrupting her thoughts. They also knew this woman well.
Hermione looked over at him with sadness in her eyes. Her hand gripped his once more as she spoke softly, "I'll do it, Harry. What do I need to do to save Scorpius and the others?"

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