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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I AM ALIVE.
I AM REPOSTING MY AUTHOR'S NOTE YESTERDAY WHEN I UPDATED 'BEYOND THE VEIL' ANOTHER DRAMIONE.
I AM TRYING TO UPDATE ALL MY WORKS THIS WEEK SO HERE WILL BE MY A/N FROM YESTERDAY BEARING THE REASON WHY I WAS ON HIATUS FOR A VERY LONG TIME.
i have not abandoned any works, life just keeps getting on the way.

this is also a short post but bear that is is quite meaningful and where the story is weaving through together.

I have so many excuses for missing out on all my stories for the past weeks, and months or so.

I have been flooded with work and with a lot of other 'does not make sense' kind of thing in my life right now.
But most importantly and very recently, my father (godfather actually) passed away last October 5, 2018.

He was supposed to turn 59 this November 1. He passed away due to some liver problem that was diagnosed of him two years ago. He was lucky to last for two more years after that diagnosis.
He is my godfather but he literally raised me up as the family lived under the same house. His wife is my aunt (mom's sister) and other than my grandma, i was closest to him.
He was an Impressionist Painter and he had a great impact and influence in my life. I always looked up to him and loved him dearly.
I was the last to see him in the hospital and after my visit ,he passed away the following morning.
They say he might have been waiting for my visit.
I couldn't visit him on the first days he was taken into the hospital because of my own health risk at the moment; but i fought my way into seeing him late Friday night.
It saddens me gravely and the past two weeks is a struggle that I thought i would never endure again from the passing of my grandma last 2012.
The pain of loss after death is the most inevitable and horrifying experience one will ever have.
His things are still all over our house, his studio still remained intact, untouched as he left everything.
And it makes me cry every now and then to realize that he wasn't coming home anymore from a late night with his friends, dinner and sketching with other artists and all that.
That he wasn't coming back home for me to find him in his studio painting at the ungodly hours because that's the way he is.
It makes me cry at the thought that i wasn't going to receive a morning message from him at my coffee mornings at my favourite cafes. That there will be no weekend visits at home from me where i'll spend it with him and mom and aunt for a brunch or so.
I will always miss him.
I'm sorry i had to burst that all our here cause it makes me feel extremely depress lately.
I had to miss so much into my writing and right now, my writing comforts me better than anything else in this world.

Lots of love.
let me know how all of you are ding

sending love and light

PS PLEASE CORRECT ME IF THE LONDON PLACE 'HAMPSTEADTH' at London is wrong. I know it's a very elite and high end part of London =)
Thank you

Chapter Thirty Two
Hampsteadth, London

“You’re not even paying attention.”

Draco looked up seeing Hermione’s facial expression and the way she was gritting her teeth through.
He quickly closed the folder he was reading and walked over to her across the small and brightly lit shop.

They were at the large grand hotel garden place where the reception of their wedding was going to take place.

The appointment had been last minute but hearing the clients were going to be Draco Malfoy – rich bachelor – Hermione Jean Granger – war hero – they immediately cleared four hours for them to meet the manager and the team that will most likely help them prepare the place.

“I thought you didn’t want anything grand?” Draco muttered to her walking closer and staring over the table where Hermione was discussing the blueprint of the area and how it was going to generally look like.

“I didn’t.” Hermione mouthed back at him but she pointed out that if they were going to make his father pay for it, they better use his money wisely. “Well?”

“Well I don’t know these things.” Draco whispered back at her pulling a chair close to her and smiling back at the manager who looked excited at having them to choose their place.

She looked overworked but definitely willing to accept the clients in front of her.

“Is there a way for us to be able to arrange the lights differently? I’m not yet sure how, I’d have to ask another friend.” Hermione said thinking of how Fleur managed the interior of her own wedding and made the Burrow very heavenly like.

“Yes, ofcourse you can take all the time you need.” the manager said. “When would you be having your wedding?”

Hermione suddenly looked reluctant and unsure what Draco had in his mind.

“As soon as possible.” Draco said with a brief smile at the woman as he kept his eyes over the envelope in his hand he had placed over the table. “What is the fastest you can book us and start the decorations?”

“We can book you today, Mr. Malfoy.” the woman said. “And we can start decorating in a week.”

“Can you decorate and finish in a week?” Hermione asked her with delight in her eyes. “Wouldn’t that be a rush?”

Before the woman could say something else, Draco interrupted her.

“I remember that my mother had a socialite party here, yes?” he asked the women who seemed to be the same manager at the time as she nodded vigorously at Draco.

“Yes. Madame Malfoy chose the place to-“

“It was a last minute party. Three days, right?” Draco recalled giving her a look.

“Yes.” she confirmed with a smile. “It was a last minute booking and she was very particular but we managed to accommodate all her needs and-“

“Good.” Draco firmly said. “If you can fix the papers within an hour or so, we’ll book you today and we’ll have the wedding in a week. Four days to prepare, fair enough?” Draco asked her.

The woman’s eyes widened.

She looked delighted and torn at the idea of the very small time frame they have.

“Draco-“ Hermione began seeing the dilemma in the woman’s eyes. “We don’t need to rush about this whole –“

“Remember that we have a timeline, yes?” Draco slowly reminded her. “And besides, I remember mother paid double at the time? I can pay triple.”

Hermione’s yes sharply turned to him and under the table, she stepped on him.

Draco flinched in pain and the woman almost laughed at them both.

“We can accommodate you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy-“

“Miss Granger still.” Hermione sharply told the woman. “Not yet legit.” Hermione said showing her the ring around her finger.

“I’m sorry.” the woman said although she didn’t look like she was at all. “If you’ll allow me, I’ll excuse myself to get your booking documents and you can talk and decide our time frame. I’ll be right back.”

And she smiled at them both and slowly stood up, excited as hell about their booking.

“What the fuck?” Hermione said turning to Draco who didn’t look the least panicked at the idea that they were going to get married in a week.

“I thought we’re getting married?” Draco calmly told her opening the folder again and studying its contents. “We have a timeframe or do you want to get caught up in the draw lots of the Marriage Law?”

“We already enlisted.” Hermione argued back at him. “I’m sure that I won’t be thrown into the draw lots seeing that the world knows we’re already engaged. I can’t do a week, Draco.”

“Why not?” Draco said looking briefly up at her. “I’m preparing everything. All you need to do is get someone to fix the interior design and have that French friend of yours help you with-“

“I can’t be emotionally forced into this.” Hermione snottily told him. “A week is too fast.”

“And you think I’m not emotional on this?” Draco shot back at her. “I’m giving up the life of freedom to marry you. I’m basically giving up my freedom to be tied to you for eternity.”

Hermione opened her mouth to say something when a waiter came to their table and served a platter of cheese and crackers and wine by their table as they waited for the manager.

They both smiled and pretended to be sweet and waited for the waiter to go away.

“I can’t be sweet all the time.” Hermione flatly said removing her arms around Draco. “I can’t do this all the time.”

“Well you better get used to it because as far as I know, people from newspapers will be photographing us like some bizarre stalkers and we have to be scene sweet and delicate towards one another.” Draco told her grabbing the first goblet of wine and draining it.

“Since when were you ever sweet and delicate Malfoy?” Hermione said rolling her eyes and reaching for the other glass and taking a grape into her mouth.

If Draco was offended, he didn’t show her.

But his eyes moved to her and there was a calculating and serious look over his face as he looked back at her.

“What?” Hermione asked him back.

Before he could answer, the manager came back to them and Draco suddenly moved back to her, placing his arm around her shoulders and out of nowhere, he planted a smooth and deep kiss against Hermione’s shoulder.

It was warm and sweet and soothing and Hermione almost pushed him off her if she wasn’t too shock at the idea of it.

He held her tightly in place to keep her from shoving him away from her.

“Here we are.” the manager said handing over a thick and hard folder and opening up a few parchments to them. “These will take some time so I’ll leave these to you both. Take your time. I’ll be at the office to wait and should you need some assistance, please order anything you want.”

Draco thanked the woman as Hermione gently removed him off her to reach for the booking forms and read through the documents and contracts.

They smiled and waited for the manager to be away before opening the book fully to read everything through.

Draco had pulled up the requirements they needed that they have mostly covered already but Hermione had first read the amount and cost of the whole booking.

“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Hermione asked him in shock. “This place could send five people to finish seven years each at Hogwarts!!!! Even Beauxbatons and we both know how expensive that place is!”

Draco looked back at her, amused at her expression.

She didn’t find the whole thing funny.

“Do we want to get married here and have things done here?” Hermione asked him, eyes wild at the idea of it. “Draco, did you know how- and you said you’ll pay triple!”

“So?” Draco said not the slightest bothered by the idea of it. “I thought you’ve heard I’m one of the richest bachelor-“
“I thought you’ve also heard and known that I don’t want this kind of wedding.”
“Hermione, you’ll be a Malfoy.” Draco said reaching out to her hand for her left wrist to calm her but she was quick to move it away from him. “You’re going to have to deal with all these.”

“We are getting married not for comfort, Draco.” Hermione reminded him closing the book in front of her. “We’re getting married to ensure that your father does not return to power to enjoy a lavish lifestyle he does not deserve. We’re close to doing that if we are going to get married here. I’m sorry, I can’t do this here.”

She began to stand up but Draco reached for her, stopping her.

“Please.” Draco said. “We have nowhere else to get married but here. I can’t bring you anywhere else. The world has to know that-“

“The world can know we are getting married and it does not even matter where.” Hermione answered him back.

She saw the frustration in his face and she could tell that this was his dream wedding in a way – whether for real or fake.

And even if this was fake, she knew that his emotional state and view in life knew that he was going to take this seriously because no matter how rich he was, nobody would want to marry an ex-Death Eater.

And with a face that reminded the world of it.

She sighed heavily, wanting to comfort him and handle the situation better.

She sat back down and this time, she reached for his hand.
Her gentle fingers closed around his and she really held him in comfort.

His eyes shot up at her, disbelieving her gesture and surprised all the same.

“I know you want a dream wedding, Draco.” she slowly began trying to sound as calm and reasonable as she can be. “And I’m sorry that I am not your dream bride who would want the same things-“

“Who says you’re not my dream bride?” Draco blurted out unable to stop herself.

“I’m just – what?” Hermione asked back at him, eyes narrowed.

Draco looked at her and for a moment she looked like he was thinking of something and just suddenly changed his mind about it.

“Just continue.” he muttered. “Just let me hear you out.”

“A garden wedding is good but we can find a better place than this. I mean, yes, this looks the most expensive and luxurious place in the world – and I won’t deny that you can pay seven times for the booking – but just think about gathering somewhere else with the same kind of beautiful venue at a cost that does not go up that much. Please?”

He didn’t like the way that she wanted the wedding to be, but the ‘please’ and the look she was giving him made all the sense in the world even if they don’t.

He would consider if that was what she wanted.

Throw away all the dream wedding in his mind.

And in his head, he didn’t win before so why still try to pass this one out again just because she doesn’t remember.

“Fine.” Draco told her. “I’ll handle her.”

“We can do this better, we’ll think of something.” Hermione said and then she pressed his hand firmly in hers and for the first time he knew that they were really holding hands like a couple.

He blushed and moved his hand away, reaching for the envelope again.

“But I want to show you this and I want that the place we’ll stay will be one I’d decide. Can that be?” he asked moving it to her.

“We won’t stay at the manor?” she asked him but an undeniable brightness in her eyes showed up.

“I never planned on living or taking you there.” Draco told her gesturing her to open it up. “Besides, I don’t ever think you’d ever want to step back to that place. Go on, we can visit that today.”

Hermione opened the envelope up and to her delight, it was a brochure and some documents at the Hamptstead side of London where all the nice and luxurious and yet most private apartments were.

Draco was going to buy them a place to begin their new life as newlyweds and he knew that this was the location she would want.

Although he gave her a brochure of the most luxurious and expensive apartment, she would get to choose a great place to stay at her favourite part of the city.

She won’t have to be too far from Harry or any of her work places and cafes she always went to.

“Really?” she asked skeptically although she couldn’t hide her excitement.
“Really.” Draco told her smiling at her. “Let’s give her a notice that we’ll leave soon and call back for the booking or so.”

“I’ll handle her.” Hermione assured her as they began to leave the table and she cannot deny the excitement of going to see a new apartment that she gets to choose for her liking.

She had feared going back to the Malfoy Manor and for some reason, she was surprised that Draco knew that would be the case or rather, he seemed to know the things she would not and she would love between the choices they had to make.

It felt weird that it all looked and felt like Draco already knew the answers from the choices they were being given – like he has done this before.

And she can’t help but wonder again if Draco had been close to marrying someone and what might have gone wrong about it and why Draco remained a bachelor.

It must be the girl.

Something must have been extremely wrong with her to ditch Draco Malfoy.

She couldn’t believe herself to think of it, but now that she was getting to know Draco Malfoy better, she would just say and never admit it to anyone but to herself that she was one lucky bride to be.

“You’re bothered again.” Hermione commented seeing the dark circles around Draco’s eyes. “I have not seen you for three weeks, Draco.”

It as the summer after the death of Sirius Black.
She thought she was never going to see Draco again that summer.

Things have vastly change for the Order and despite that Harry wasn’t getting worse, he wasn’t getting any better socially and emotionally.

“I have been busy with my mother.” Draco simply answered her as he sat by the large tree over the grass in the park

Hermione stared at him.
His voice sounded so weary and so dry.

She thought at their private moments together, he was a different boy, a different man.

And now, she felt that she didn’t know him again.

Something must have happened over the summer.

“I know that.. I’m sorry to hear about your father.” Hermione sighed heavily turning to him and staring at his face with a blank expression.

He kept his face down, eyes over the grass as if ashamed to look at her.

He was silent for a very long time.

“He deserved what he got.” Draco whispered a moment later that made Hermione look back up at him to reach for his hand. “I would bloody never tell the world but he deserve what he got.”

His eyes was close to tears that Hermione didn’t hesitate into grabbing his hand into hers and holding it firmly.

He moved a little as if to shove it away, but he didn’t.

He let her hold him, firm and warm in her hands.

“Draco..” Hermione whispered, her eyes close to tears too, craving for him to understand that despite their history, she wished him to know that she was there for him.
She didn’t know why, but she had to make Draco feel that he wasn’t alone in the world and she was there.

“Draco, I’m here for you.” Hermione said unable to stop herself anymore as she moved closer to him. “I’m here and I will-“

“I think we should stop seeing one another.” Draco suddenly and firmly said looking up at her. “I think you should stop being around me.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

She blinked as his eyes stared at her, cold and emotionless.

The Draco Malfoy she knew most of her life and not the one she really knew now.

“Draco…” Hermione began, her voice suddenly lost as she tried to talk him out of it. “I know that things aren’t easy but if there’s one thing that the Order has taught-“

“I’m not part of the Order, Hermione.” Draco said and his hands were slightly shaking, as if he struggled to keep himself from pushing her away from him. “I’m never going to be part of the-“

“But you’re part of my life.” Hermione insisted edging closer him. “I mean, I thought that – aren’t we –“

“We’re not really friends.” he spat at her all that was cold and cruel about him returning at that very moment.

Hermione removed her hand from him, face completely hurt and tears were already at the edge of her eyes.

He suddenly looked hurt and he looked like he wanted to take all that he said back to her as quick as he could.

“’Mione-“ he began reaching back to her, but he struggled.

Something in him has changed and was changing and Hermione was sure that he didn’t understand it himself.

“Then don’t call me that if we’re not friends!” Hermione angrily said moving away from him, fear consuming her.

Draco reached out to her, quick to grab her hand to him over the grass.

He stopped her and they sat over the damp grass as drops of water began to threaten the land from the rain.

He looked conflicted and afraid for some reason that Hermione didn’t understand.

“You have to tell me what’s going on.” Hermione said in between a whisper and a cry. “You have to tell me. If there’s anyone who would understand that would be me.”

“Nobody would understand me-“ Draco said as he kept their hands together in place. “You won’t – not you – please-“

“Please tell me what’s going on.” Hermione said and she was close to moving to him to embrace him. “Please tell me, Draco. I would understand – are you in trouble? Are you and your mother-“

“This is a family problem and nobody can help us.” Draco said and that word already told Hermione everything that was happening.

“His threatening you and your family.” Hermione was quick to conclude and she swallowed deeply, keeping her tears away. “I can help – the Order can help – I’m sure professor Lupin and the rest can offer you and your family protection-“

“We don’t need protection.” Draco told her, his eyes clear with tears as he moved his left hand from her unconsciously covering it. “I need to stay away from you because you would need one if I don’t-“

Her eyes was quick to move from it and back at him.

He understand and knew that she already had a hunch what was going on.

“Draco –“ Hermione begged him, tone serious. “Let me help you – let us help you and your mother-“

“We can’t do this, Hermione. We can’t do this any longer. I cannot see you anymore-” Draco told her unable to stop his tears any longer. “I’m sorry. I can’t drag you into this - this mess – this is-“

“Let me help you!”

“You can’t help me!” he cried at her moving himself away from her. “Nobody can!”

And before Hermione could even do anything, Draco scrambled up to his feet with a heavy heart and eyes filled with tears and ran away from her as fast and back to their Apparition point leaving Hermione over their picnic spot with all their belongings and a heart that was slowly breaking.
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