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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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Chapter List
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- 33
Author's Notes:
I am alive or almost certain that I still am.
I have been away due to some medical condition.
I'm suffering something they call "SLE" and i'm not sure any of you know about that, but to make it short, it is something Selena Gomez recently acquired. I've had it since I was a kid and it comes and it goes. And right now, i'm on a phase they call as some 'flare up' meaning it's active in my system
Been back and forth the hospital and despite all these, work was still at hand.
But enough of that, i don't want anything more depressing right now. Haha.

It's a holiday in my country today due to the present weather condition again in my part of town, so here's a little chapter for everyone since I only have a handful of work today.
This coming week, chapters for other stories would definitely be updated.
Hope you like this one out.
Thank you for all the reviews and welcome to all the new readers
Again, this is a slowburn Dramione but if you'd notice, we've been skipping and jumping on feelings and all through the chapters.
Hope all is well at your end of the world. How as the weekend?
PS
I've noted the Muggle book 'Wuthering Heights' here. I've read chapters from it as it is the same, a gift of the same book has been given to me.
Thought of using the book in the scenario.

^{Chapter Thirty One}
^{Breakfast and Visits}

“This isn’t a good idea…” Hermione murmured in the gaps of their kisses as she tried to avert her face to the other side only getting responses from Draco by receiving his hungry lips along the side of her neck. “Not…good…idea…”
“Hmmm..” murmured unable to think of an appropriate response as he moved his face as he tilted her head back into position, murmuring into her mouth, deeply kissing her. “I know… Oh, ‘Mione..i missed-“
Draco quickly cut his words back, continuously kissing her.
But Hermione’s eyes shot open and she stopped responding to the kisses.
She had definitely heard what she had said.

Whatever it was either of them had been thinking the whole time were well better off and had probably gone flying out of the kitchen window by the time Hermione had broken the kiss.
They were now by the couch, Hermione’s back on the softest spot on it, her fingers tight around Draco’s neck and fingers grazing against his scalp.
Draco lay on top of her with one hand around her neck and the other moving under the hems of her dress and along her widespread thighs while he was continuously lost in the kiss.
She lay breathless under him, eyes now open in complete shock and loss for words as Draco stopped kissing her, meeting her eyes.
He was looking at her in a questionable gaze until he realized the full impact of what had just happened.
His eyes averted and his expression changed.
He quickly looked alarmed, lips red from Hermione’s tight-lip soft bite earlier while his eyes strayed very momentarily to her lips that were swollen from his kisses.
She looked back at him, stricken but at the same time, the undeniable look of being smitten was written all over her blushing cheeks.
Neither of them made a movement this time but could well hear the others’ loud and heavy breathing.
They both looked like neither knew what to do or say because they were obviously just as shocked at their actions and the reciprocation they received.
Ofcourse the first to move or react was the one who loses first.

“Hermione, I’m sorry-“ Draco gasped, being the first to recover at what had just happened. “I’m sorry I didn’t-“
“Shit.” Hermione very clearly said enough for Draco to recognize the panic that was growing inside of her. “Damn it.”
She recovered, fear passing her features as her eyes moved to his disheveled clothes and her spread legs accommodating space for Draco.
“’Mione, please-“ Draco began but she was fast and she pushed him off her with so much force and had jumped off from the couch, moving as fast and far away from him.
But Draco’s reflexes were just as fast.
He followed her to the door and was quick into blocking her as he grabbed her arm, gently making her face him.
“I’m sorry.” Draco quickly and firmly told her as beaded sweat threaded his forehead. “Please, Hermione. I didn’t mean to harm you in any way-“
“Let my hand go.” Hermione said finding her voice again. “I shouldn’t-“
“I’m sorry, that was me – that was my fault-“ Draco breathlessly said. “I didn’t – I would never force you – I just, it was –“
“I shouldn’t be here.” Hermione said “I don’t think we should – that you should-“
“Yes, it’s me.” Draco agreed with her. “It’s me, completely my own fault and-“
His eyes widened as Hermione moved farther from him when he attempted to reach her again.
He tried to pull her to his arms to comfort her but she was evasive as if she had been expecting to be attacked.
She shoved his hand away, eyes wide in fear unsure of what to do next.
“Mione, I’m sorry-“
“Don’t call me that!” Hermione snapped at him, eyes flashing for a very brief moment as her furious tone echoed throughout the whole room.

Draco blinked, staring at her in utter surprise.

If there was anything today that transpired and had gutted him down, it was that look on her face – the one look he has not seen before or rather didn’t expect from her.
The vicious and almost murderous look from her face that had quickly vanished as it had come.
Hermione must have realized this because she blinked, looking away and recovering with a completely different look over her face.
She breathed heavily as she obviously tried to still herself and control her temper.
“I think we should call it a night.” Hermione’s features were softening again as she gained back her control. “We don’t want to do something we would both regret – something we both don’t want-“
“Don’t want?” Draco repeated, confused as hell because he was sure that she did want that either.
“It’s going to ruin any plans we have.” Hermione quickly shot at him. “We already talked about things and rules and this – this isn’t – “
“This is what?” Draco tried to reason to her, trying to remain at the subject and unwilling to just shove it under the rug with the rest of the unspoken things between them. “This is what Hermione?”
She looked up at him, eyes sharp.

“I said I want to go to bed.” Hermione firmly and coldly said. “This is not part of our plans. It’s going to ruin anything we have. We both enlisted things that we - you know that these things are-“
“I know the things that are on the list.” Draco pointed out backing away from her. “I wrote some of them myself and we are going to have it bounded tomorrow and I’ve read it atleast twenty times.”
“I’m trying to make things right.” Hermione shot back, unwilling to take rest at his reasons.
Draco stared at her unsure of what else to say as she moved around the room and headed for her bedroom without even looking back at him to wait for his answer.
He wasn’t sure what she was thinking or feeling at that moment, but Draco felt regretful and disappointed upon the fear he inflicted upon her.
He was confused with her and angry with himself.

“It’s my fault.” Draco kept on insisting. “Please don’t feel bad or think that-“
“I am not thinking of anything.” Hermione cut him short as she faced him again, shoving his hand away from her once more. “Just don’t – don’t’ –“
“Don’t touch you.” Draco said moving his hands up in the air to show it to her and stepping two steps back from her. “I got that. I’m sorry.”
Hermione looked at her and at the way he looked so ridiculous in showing and proving to her that he was two steps away into barking like a dog should she request for it.
“We have a long day tomorrow.” Hermione said gesturing him to lower his hands as it made her feel uncomfortable. “We better just retire the night and rest.”
She didn’t wait for him to answer again.
She moved and turned away from him and before he could even do or say anything else, Hermione reached the bedroom and had slammed the door right at his face with a snap.
“Brilliant.” Draco told himself turning away from the door and pulling on his hair and burying his face in his hands in frustration. “Way to go, Draco. What happened to stay being a gentleman and patient with her? What an idiot. Fuck it.”

“You do understand you would have to speak one way or another, right?” Hermione asked folding her arms and staring at Draco right across her from the café table.
Atleast two weeks had passed since they last saw one another here and since he walked right out at her.
This time around, he sent her a note if he could see her back at the café.
He wasn’t sure she was going to show up but he still went and she did show up.
Hermione was reluctant upon receiving it and wasn’t sure how to respond.
But last week, she wasn’t at the café because her parents’ assistant at the clinic had gotten ill and she offered to replace her for the day where two Muggle clients were coming in for important check-ups.
She knew that her sudden absence from the café might have Draco thinking that it had something to do with the last time they saw one another.
“Where were you last time?” Draco asked straight out.
Hermione’s eyebrow raised at his demanding tone as if she was meant to tell him that she couldn’t make it.
“Excuse me?” Hermione replied in her own sassy tone.
“You heard me.” Draco said unable to control his tone completely. “I ask you why you weren’t here the last time.”
“I’m sorry, I’m not comprehending.” Hermione replied shortly sitting straight over her chair. “I don’t believe I have the responsibility to tell you why I wasn’t here and what I do with my life.”
If Draco was offended, he didn’t show her.
His eyes rested on hers as if he was trying to read her.
Actually he was.
Since the summer began, aunt Bella had been teaching him to control his mind and how to look through another’s.
He had been successful into working her way into other Death Eaters’ minds and Crabbe and Goyle’s when they visited the manor over the weekend.
Though he had tried and failed to completely go through his mother’s and aunt Bella’s mind, he was able to very momentarily go through Snape’s mind but had been completely blocked right after he got through.
And right now, he was torn and at the verge of deciding whether he was going to penetrate her mind or not.
He felt that it wasn’t right to seek through her privacy.
She wasn’t like the rest of them and he definitely didn’t want to practice on her.

“Malfoy, if you’ve got nothing to say, I have to go.” Hermione said quickly pushing her chair from the table as she stood up. “This was nice but I don’t think this is-“
“Wait, I’m sorry.” Draco said & was quick to his feet as he stood up and grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away from the table. “I just want a word – I want to speak-“
“Then speak up.” Hermione said staring at his hand around her wrist. “Because I’ve gotten here and all I get is-“
“I’m sorry.” Draco said letting her arm go as she slowly sat back down. “I would like to apologize to you about the last time we saw one another here-“
“That’s it?” Hermione interrupted him and the look she was giving him didn’t exactly give a clear message for Draco.
He wasn’t sure if she was disappointed by the reason he asked her to meet today.
“Well, I just wanted things settled-“ Draco began to explain to her. “I don’t want to go back to Hogwarts bearing this along with some hate from you and-“
“Hate from me?” Hermione repeated unable to stop herself from sounding this way. “We’re two years away from graduating, Malfoy. It’s really nice for you to grow a conscience now about six years, later?”

Draco stared at her and was sure that it all wasn’t going in accordance to his plans of seeing her tonight.
He already look frustrated in search of something, anything to make her listen to him and understand that he only wanted to clear his screw-up.
And he simply wanted to see her and spend time with her.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something else but Draco breathed heavily and raised both his arms in front of her.
“Fine, I’ll leave.” Draco said gathering his things from the table and avoiding her stern gaze. “I just wanted to talk. Make things right before school starts. We’re both nearly graduating, Granger. I also have dreams and I don’t want any of them getting tainted just because you have some severe hard feelings against me.”
“Severe hard feelings against you?” Hermione mocked watching him get his belonging across the table and shove it all inside his bag again. “Where are you going?”
“Home.” Draco said. “Or atleast that’s what it’s supposed to be called.”
She heard him mutter the last words and were sure that he was telling it more to himself than to her.
She suddenly felt guilty hearing the spite in his tone.
“What were you reading?” she asked curiosity as she saw him shove a book inside his bag that he had been so immersed into before she got to their table.
“Haven’t really delved into it.” Draco said pulling it back out of his bag and moving it across the table to her. “Bought it right across.”
“You read Muggle books?” Hermione gasped reaching for the book and quickly recognizing it.
Wuthering Heights.
“I think the words are the same in this world, isn’t it?” Draco answered her in a sassy way. “Or isn’t that so?”
“Very funny.” Hermione said eyeing him and opening what looked like an age-old copy of the book and as gently as she could, moving it across the pages and skipping to a particular chapter.
Draco continued fixing his bag but his eyes were on her.
She was so interested into the book and reading a passage with quick movements of her lips, he knew that she’s read it.
Probably about a dozen times already.
“So do you like it?” Draco slowly asked her as he reached for the last item on the table and placing it ever slowly over his bag.
Her eyes moved to him for a very brief moment as if it was a sin to talk to someone in deep into a book.
“Sorry.” Draco haughtily said crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for her to finish a passage in a page.
He waited.
And waited for another minute but she had moved into another page and another.
Draco cleared his throat to indicate that he was ready to leave if only she’d hand him his book back.
“Granger.” Draco said but she completely ignored him, biting her lower lip as she moved across another page with a narrowed look over her face. “I would like to-“
“Shush, just a moment.” Hermione said without looking up at him. “This is a good part when he was about to..”
“I’d appreciate if you don’t spoil it.” Draco said although through his quick eyes, he saw that she was at a middle page and at a chapter that he’s already read. “I was just beginning-“
“Did you know this is an authentic 1900s maybe something copy?” Hermione suddenly said her eyes glued back at the edges of the book as she carefully held it.
Draco stared back at her.
He wasn’t sure he knew that.
But the book that looked like that had been expensive and knowing things about artifacts and old things, he knew it must have had some important value when he bought it.
A man was haggling for it and the owner of the book shop saw the sharp young lad enter who obviously had money and would unlikely haggle anything from his shop.
He tended to Draco and he saw the book and immediately asked how much it was and in a few minutes, it was his.

“Ofcourse I knew it.” Draco boastfully lied to her sitting back down across her and pulling a large paper bag under the table and showing it to her. “Do you really think I have no taste or is an idiot of some sort?”
Hermione’s jaw dropped, eyes wide.
In the paper bag, were several more copies of age old classics and books of sorts that Draco was now sure had meaning and value because of the price value each had been sold to him.
Hermione looked back up at him, a look of confusion and excitement on her face.
She was obviously rattled and battling whether his presence was welcome.
Should it be not, the books were now going out of the café with Draco and should he be welcome by the table, she could atleast ask him if she could see or touch any of them.
She hated herself and for a moment, her love for books.
“Well, tell me more about what you bought.” Hermione said rolling her eyes and closing the first book by the table and reaching over the paper bag that Draco was handing her. “Might as well be useful.”
Draco smirked as he settled himself back comfortably across her and raised his other hand for the waited.
“Well, there are selections there I’m not sure about, but I did buy them because they looked good to read and the owner were offering them.” Draco gloated at her as the waited came to their table. “Breakfast, Granger?”
“My usual.” Hermione said her head almost inside the large paper bag of books. “Bacons and sausages and stuff. You know it already.”
Draco’s smirk widened as he looked up at the waiter who was smiling back at him, excited to take his order.
“Yes, so I’ll take that large bacon and sausages breakfast platter with cheese and omelette on the side – make sure the egg only stays for two minutes, with a bit more of milk to keep it tender and a half and gently stirred-“ Draco said remembering Hermione once ordering her meal this way. “Then a fresh glass of your morning juice with it, don’t put sugar in it – she doesn’t like anything sweet – right, Granger?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Hermione replied from under the table as she struggled to take two books from the bag that were stuck.
Draco looked away from her and smiled back at the waiter watching Hermione with amused eyes.
“Girlfriend?” the waited mouthed at him.
Draco’s eyes stirred back at Hermione who was still under the table.
A playful smile passed his lips and he wasn’t sure why but he nodded naturally.
“Yes.” Draco mouthed back at him with a wink. . “And I’ll have another cup of the dark coffee with cinnamon – a platter of the muffins and bacon for me and can you put some hashbrowns as sides instead of the fries?”
“Yes, sir.” the waiter noted down. “Will have everything here within 10 minutes. Thank you.”
“Thank you, young lad.” Draco said knowing the man was perhaps just a year or two younger than they were and was obviously excited at his part-time job in the café. “Make it quick please, we don’t want her hungry.”
He nodded and excitedly hopped away from their table to start on their orders.

Draco settled back and Hermione’s head came back on the table with two books with her back on the table.
“What are you so happy about?” Hermione asked fixing her hair out of her face.
“Nothing.” Draco lied quickly tapering down his smile. “It’s a good morning, isn’t it?”
Hermione rolled her eyes at him as she settled back over her chair and reached for another book.
“So find anything interesting?” Draco slowly said knowing the answer already.
“I’ve already read all of them.” Hermione told him lifting a page of the book in her hand. “I find them all interesting.”
“That’s good then.” Draco said watching her across the table with genuine delight over his face. “We’ve got something to talk about.”
“I really don’t like talking when I read.” Hermione found herself saying turning another page of the book in her hand.
The smile on his face faded a little but the waiter came back with his coffee and Hermione’s glass of juice.
Hermione quickly shut the book close and smiled at the waiter, thanking him.
“Well, I was-“
“But I can make time.” Hermione cut him short moving every book gently aside their large table. “We can talk over breakfast about all these books.”
He looked at her and waited in confusion.
And then she smiled at him.
Sooner than expected, the breakfast trays were already being delivered by their table and before Draco could comprehend everything, they were already talking about the books, the book shop and the things to be found in the shop across the café while they both enjoyed their breakfast together, history and reality, set aside.

“Rise and shine!” Draco heard a distinct loud voice and before he knew it, his eyes were blinded by the strong sunlight from outside the windows as curtains were drawn open.
“What in the name of Salazar’s-“ Draco began turning to the other side and burying his face to the side of the couch.
He had been up most of the night, unable to stop thinking about what has happened between them and had been thinking and practicing what exactly to tell Hermione that morning.
Apparently, someone had gotten over it faster than he did.

“Get up, Malfoy.” Hermione’s loud and bossy tone came and he felt a nudge at the edge of the couch. “Come on, we’ve got stuff to do and wedding to plan.”
“What bloody time is it?” murmured not wanting to move his head away from where he buried it at the depth of the couch and under the blankets.
He hated the night that had passed and hated the uncomfortable couch from which they’ve agreed upon he would stay in for the rest of their period at the hotel.
“Time to get up.” Hermione simply answered and by the sound of it, she was pulling the curtains wider open.
“Can you bloody close that?” Draco said knowing it wasn’t going to happen anyway. “Are you trying to blind me or something?”
“Just wake you up.” Hermione said moving back to the couch and this time pulling the blankets off from him. “Come on, wake up.”
His hands were quick to stop her.
He wasn’t bloody wearing anything except for the loose pajamas he had over – no boxers or anything else.
“Easy tiger.” Draco said pulling the blanket back in place and moving himself to face her from the couch as Hermione closed the curtains back now he was up and was rubbing his eyes open.
“Why aren’t you wearing anything?” she asked when she let go of the blankets, eyes quick to move away from him.
“I was sleeping, Granger.” Draco snapped at her. “I sleep this way. Why are you waking me up? It’s bloody seven.”
He checked his black and aged wrist watch and stared up at her pulling the blankets back in place so she wouldn’t see that she just bloody woke Captain John from down south.
“I couldn’t sleep lastnight, so I made a list.” Hermione said handing over a few folders in front of his face.
“You couldn’t sleep?” Draco asked yawning and reaching for them in his hands. “Is it because of lastn-“
“It’s because there are too many things to prepare for the wedding.” Hermione cut him short as she stood before him, arms folded
Draco looked up at her and slowly going back to his senses, he was sure that her tone right out told him that she wasn’t going to speak about lastnight and they both best bury it under the rug – as he thought so, with the rest of the things buried down there.

He watched as Hermione turned away from him and walked to their little small kitchen.
“Coffee or anything?” she asked and she heard him moving around the breakfast table. “I already ate but I ordered for you. If you don’t like it, just don’t eat them. We need to leave before nine cause we have an appointment in this invitation place.”
“Appointment?” Draco repeated recalling what he had for the day.
He was sure that he was just about to make a list of things to do today for the wedding.
He slapped his face several times to wake up and stood up, securing the blanket around his lower body as he walked barefoot across the soft carpeted floor to the kitchen leaving the envelopes she had given him.
He reached the kitchen and she was by the counter top, reading a Muggle paper in her hand and a glass of juice in her hand.
“I already ate most the bacon.” Hermione said pointing over the half finish platter across the table. “But I ordered you some breakfast muffins and bacon. And oh, some hashbrowns too.”

Draco stared at the table and back at her as she read the paper in her hand.
He looked back at the table and though she was half done with her own meal, he was sure that this was the very meal he always ordered for her at the café years back.

“You do eat that, right?” Hermione asked lowering the paper and sitting by the table and grabbing another bacon from her platter.
“Yes, thanks.” Draco muttered still gathering his thoughts and senses together as he stared at her order for him.
She got it all perfectly right.
“How did you know I would eat this?” he asked, slightly confused as he reached out for some of the muffins and the cup of coffee.
It was dark and had cinnamon in it.
His eyes moved back to her as she continued with the paper eating a long bacon in her other hand.
“Granger?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you know I would eat this?” his voice was slightly serious and insistent.
“Everybody eats them.” Hermione casually answered him as she turned the other page of the paper. “It’s called a breakfast?”
He looked back at her, still slightly worried and when Hermione looked back at her, she caught his expression.
“What’s wrong?” she asked closing the paper and placing it aside as she reached for her glass of juice that Draco had been staring at for the past half minute.
“Nothing.” Draco replied quickly turning to his meal. “So you just guess I’d eat this?”
“They were on the menu.” Hermione plainly pointed out. “I don’t think you’re a pancakes and strawberry person.”
He looked at her, evidently slightly stressed about something but he still began his breakfast all the same.
The cup of coffee was perfect.
“And the coffee?” he slowly asked her.
“It was the only black in the menu.” Hermione answered finishing her glass of juice. “And I asked them to add a bit of cinnamon in it. I thought you might like it.”
“Thought I might like it?” Draco repeated, doubtful.
“Yes.” Hermione answered clipping the paper away. ”Look, I don’t know, I just had a feeling you’d like it. Was I wrong?”
Draco stared at her, unsure of what to answer.
Everything she ordered for him were the exact things he usually ordered back at the Muggle café years ago.
“Is something wrong?” she asked him, slightly alarmed.
“Nothing.” Draco lied to her, smiling and beginning fully over his breakfast tray. “All is just perfect.”
He ignored her, knowing her eyes were on him again and was probably scrutinizing the whole situation in front of her.

“No, they have an advance copies of that in level 12 Potions study.” Draco pointed out as he lifted another page of the book he was reading and was smirking at her.
“I didn’t know that.” Hermione said eyes narrowed as she read the list in her hand. “I thought this was the official list.”
“Nope.” Draco said grabbing the list from her hand and she watched as he scrawled something at the back of the parchment. “You check this list. This is the official list.”
He handed it back to her and Hermione read it with thorough inspection of her eyes.
They were at some Muggle park in the city of London.
The sky wasn’t too bright but was just right that afternoon.
They had breakfast and had gone onto a Muggle museum that were exhibiting special editions of books for only three days.
They spent the whole morning that right after their early breakfast at the café and because Draco had given his time with her, she had to give time for him in his request to go to that Muggle park he had been hearing about.
There were barely any other people at the park as it was another Friday afternoon and most people were elsewhere in town or probably heading across towns to make it early at restaurants and bars that were usually to-go to every Friday night.
They had been talking about books they’ve seen at the exhibit and then about future careers.
Draco soon learned that Hermione had wanted to become a Healer but because her parents were already what Muggles called ‘Dentists’ she preferred to be elsewhere.
And seeing where her ‘SPEW’ got her last year, she had decided upon some Ministry work.
He wanted to be a Healer and he had never told that to anyone else except his mother.
And Hermione being brilliant and snotty as she was, immediately figured it out just by the bits of things he told her.
“Won’t taking that take longer years?” she was curious to ask him.
“A bit more five or seven years.” Draco told her. “Depending on the branch I’d like to take.”
“And which is?” Hermione asked, curious.
“I’m not yet sure.” Draco said. “I’ve checked some schools but the one is across another country and my mother would kill me if I go there so I am still checking my options at the schools at either London or Scotland. The farthest I can go would be Denmark at the present time that my mother allows.”
“She decides mostly everything?” Hermione was cautious to ask him.
“She decides mostly the things that she knows she’s right.” Draco said. “She’s mostly right so I follow. But I wouldn’t do something she doesn’t want to.”
There was a hint on his tone that Hermione couldn’t put a finger on.
“And your father?” she asked unable to stop herself from asking.
“Is in Azkaban.” Draco answered her in a heartbeat but his expression had changed entirely. “He doesn’t have a say on my studies and I wouldn’t let him. Mother wouldn’t even let him.”
Hermione opened her mouth to ask something else when Draco moved across the grass from their pic-nic like setup by the large tree at the park.
“What are you looking for?” Hermione asked him as her eyes strayed at him.
It was a few more weeks to September and here she was, enjoying her summer with none other than Draco Malfoy.
What would Harry and Ron tell her should they find out that Draco had been visiting the Muggle world to see her?
But why would she bother thinking?
Draco doesn’t even seem to think about it either.
He would come and show up in all his glorious formal suits and would eat with her in a Muggle restaurant, would go with her at a museum, spend hours with her in a café and most recently, eat and lay by the grass in the same gallant and formal outfits that Malfoys usually dressed themselves with, without a care in the world whether he sat on a couch, a stone-cold floor or a grassy field.
He was far from the Draco Malfoy she knew growing up with at Hogwarts.
He was a very far cry from the boy his father and mother wanted and were forcing him to be.
In the few weeks she had been spending with Draco and the summer she was spending time with him, the more she was learning that he was really more than a spoiled Slytherin brat.
If it weren’t for his name and house and probably the history he has had already with Harry and Ron, they would probably like him and his brilliant ways and knowledge in things.
She no longer doubted why he was always ranked second to her in all these years.

“Here.” Draco said after a while handing her something that looked like a folded parchment. “Deliver receipt. It’s going to arrive at your house on Sunday.”
“What are these?” Hermione asked, mouth and eyes wide open at the sight of the receipt and list of books in the list.
“Mother was getting rid of a lot of selections at the manor because a few new ones were arriving. She wasn’t sure where to place them.” Draco casually said reaching for the bag pretzels she packed for them. “I asked if I could have all the things she was getting rid of.”
“Does your mother know you’re giving these to me?” Hermione asked, doubtful. “And I have no money for all of these.”
“I never asked for a payment.” Draco said looking slightly offended at her for a moment. “And she doesn’t give a damn what I do with these books. For all she cares, it’s either I have them or father burns them.”
“He’s not much of a reader is he?”
“He’s not much of anything.” Draco answered her with another tone as he looked back in his bag and reached for a book while he lay by the tree, reading and eating the pretzels.
Hermione stared at the list in her hands and then back at Draco who was comfortable and outstretched by their spot, back comfortable against the large tree.
She felt like she could do this with him every day.
But she knew that it wasn’t possible.
The war was coming to a close and she knew that sooner or later, reality would as well.
And in that, a line will be drawn because she knew that deep down, they both still have to make a choice, a decision on which side they would partake in.
She already knew of her side and she was almost very sure of the side that Draco would choose and remain with.

Draco waited patiently for a few minutes but he knew that he would come.
And not long in his waiting, he spotted him already.
He looked furious and aggressive and ready to punch.
Harry reached him, as impatient as ever at the farthest corner of the pub.
It was half past eleven in the evening and Hermione was left in the hotel, fast asleep.
“Before you punch me, I need to tell you that we have a problem.” Draco said raising his hands in the air in surrender and ensuring that Harry understands why he wanted to meet.
“Is she alright?” he aggressively asked him sitting across him in the table Draco reserved for them. “Because if she’s not then-“
“She’s physically fine.” Draco answered him placing his wand across the table as Harry did the same. “But we have a problem.”
Harry stared back at him.
He wasn’t sure how to react to Draco calling him again in the middle of the night, unsure once more how to handle things in regards to Hermione.
But what can he do?
This was the way things were supposed to be and Hermione still hasn’t responded to his letters of apology.
“What now?” Harry immediately asked him, worry written across his face.
“Her memories.” Draco slowly answered him. “I think the panel of charms we created to secure it is slowly disintegrating.”
“Disintegrating?” Harry repeated, confused. “What do you mean?”
Draco quickly explained to him what happened at breakfast earlier and how the other day, he heard her moaning names and things in her sleep but had no recollection of it by the time she woke up.
“I think her memories are coming back.” Draco seriously told him, his eyes unsure on where to look as Harry stared back at him, mouth dry and half open at the news. “I think the charm is profusely waning in strength.”
“Can’t we do it again?” Harry asked him knowing the answer already. “I mean – well, what are we going to do?”
“I have no idea.” Draco answered him closing his eyes and knowing how that must have sounded. “I really have no idea.”
“Can’t we have someone do it or so?” Harry asked panic now raising in his tone. “I mean, I thought you said this was full proof-“
“It is full proof.” Draco pointed out. “Or that’s what atleast what we know of. But come on, Potter, you do the math. How long has it been? Any magic is meant to wane through time you know that-“
“I don’t know that.” Harry replied. “I don’t use Dark Magic.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Draco heavily said. “It wasn’t Dark Magic. What we used on her-“
“What you used on her.” Harry pointed out at him. “I’ll ask some people.”
“You can’t ask some people.” Draco worriedly warned him.”Remember that no one else knows what we did.”
“Thanks to you.” Harry said gathering his wand back from the table. “I have to go. I need to think and sort this in my head. I’ll probably ask Lupin.”
“Potter.” Draco said reaching for his hand and Harry stared at the arm around his wrist
“I know.” Harry said and Draco gently let him go. “I know I can’t tell anyone else.”
There was silence between them, their eyes not meeting one another.
“Make sure she is safe, that’s all.” Harry said after a while as he prepared to leave. “Just make sure she’s alright. And make sure she doesn’t remember.”
“I would.” Draco firmly said knowing the promise was as fragile as the Memory Charm they had placed upon her years ago. “I’ll make sure of her safety.”
“And make sure that your bloody father doesn’t get anywhere else near her.” Harry openly threatened him as he took his wand from the table and placed it over Draco’s shoulder for a very brief moment. “I’m not going to be as lenient as last time, Malfoy.”
And before Draco could even react to that, Harry had walked away with a heavy and burdened heart this time around unknown to him, that should things go for the worse, before he could even murder Malfoy senior, Draco had already beaten him to it.

And in the farthest part of Diagon Alley, was a short distance and alleyway that led down to old Knockturn Alley.
Most of the shops had closed down and any illegal transactions and businesses were mostly closed down. The smallest ones who still had permits were ones who were only allowed to sell certain potion ingredients, books and items but were still closely monitored by the government.
The whole street’s glory and association with the Dark Arts had all faded mostly into nothingness through the years.
But if you were determined and you knew where to look, you always find what you were looking for.

The small and darkened shop’s bell rang slightly and the door squeakily moved and opened up.
An old man greeted the only incoming customer he had in the week by far.
His eyes widened and the cup of coffee in his hands shook slightly as a man he had not seen in so many years except for news of him in the papers appeared by his shop.
Dressed well as always for all the years he had known him, he gave a curt nod and a short smile over his face.
He may not have been as rich as before, but the shop owner was a loyalist atleast, to his wife that had passed many years ago.
“I have not seen you for long.” The old man croaked walking behind the counter, placing his coffee aside and welcoming the man.
His eyes moved around the shop, knowing that this was a very easy business and bargain today.
“I won’t take long.” his cold voice drawled as he gave a short smile, eyes moving around the shop. “Business had not been good?”
“I prefer the term that most business now here at this part of London are project based.” the man honestly answered him, eyes broad and settled over him.
He nodded and gently, pulled out a small bag of galleons from out of his fur coat.
The old man’s smile widened.
This man had never step foot over his shop without closing a deal or bringing in good news for him.
“I need books, anything you have perhaps that can enlighten me about Memory Charms and Potions of sorts. Anything pertaining to the subject area.”
“You plan to wipe someone’s memory out?” the old man asked him taking the bag of coins from the counter and securing it in his stash.
“No.” his firm and short answer came as his eyes returned to the old man. “I plan to unburden and unbury certain memories in someone’s mind that I highly suspect had been shielded and protected by burying memories within. I plan to unburden the person by helping them remember what was made to be forgotten.”
A smile came over the old man’s face.
“Come with me, sir.” the old man gleefully said knowing his service will still be appreciated. “I have just the right things, books and what-is that may absolutely help you solve this particular problem you are having.”
“You have something for it?” he asked him with a raised brow reluctant to follow the man to the back of the shop.
A gleam passed the old man’s face.
“I always have everything you need, lord Malfoy.” he confidently asked him. “I can unbury secrets and memories even from years back.”
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