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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 34
Hermione sat on the edge of their bed lacing up her combat boots. She was dressed all in black from her head to her feet. She wore a black knit cap that kept her long, brown, curly hair covered. The rest of her clothing was made from dragonhide that would help protect her from most curses. She turned around when she heard movement behind her. Draco stood there leaning up against the door with his arms crossed and a worried look on his face.
"So, are you ready?" Hermione said to him casually as if they were only getting ready to go out shopping.
"Am I ready to go and put my future wife and unborn child in danger? No, I'm not." Draco answered bluntly. His eyes were hard and cold, and his attitude still unbending concerning this mission they were about to go on.
Hermione rose from the bed and walked over to him. She put her hands on his chest and smoothed her way up to where his hair was sticking out of his cap and curling a little at the back because of it's now longer length. With everything else that'd been going on, he hadn't had time for a trim, among other things.
"I told you, we've got this. They won't know what hit them." Hermione said with confidence.
Draco looked at her not feeling as self-assured as she was sounding. He could see the truth written on her face, the outward courage hiding the fear hidden underneath. The dark circles under her eyes showed she hadn't been sleeping. To be honest, neither had he as his worries ran from Hermione to Scorpius, to the new baby, then back again to Hermione and then the children again. The never-ending cycle in his mind made him feel he was going barmy.
"We have this all planned out with the Aurors and Hit Wizards in on it. Nothing will happen this time." Hermione looked at him but his eyes didn't want to meet hers, as he knew the doubt was showing. After everything that had happened, he knew that the unthinkable could and had already occurred. When was a little bloody luck going to be on their side?
A knock at their bedroom door broke the quiet in the room. Harry poked his head in, "Are you two ready?" The head of the team was also dressed entirely in black, as would all of the members of their party going out on this mission.
"Yes, Harry, we're almost ready, she answered softly.
Hermione left Draco's side to grab her wand and put it in her holster. Then she took her small switchblade and tucked it away in a holder in her left pants pocket and then stuffed a long knife in her knee-high combat boots. Draco noticed Harry grinning as he watched her arm herself. Personally, Draco had only his wands, one for each hand with holsters on both sides of his body. He wasn't as comfortable with Muggle weapons as Hermione and Harry were. They'd decided to man as many of their people with Muggle weapons, including grenades, to take the MacAteers by surprise. This would put them at an advantage over the Irish family. Luckily the ministry had been training their elite fighters for the past several years how to fight both styles, Wizarding and Muggle. It wasn't often they used both, but in this case, it was needed.
"Are you coming Draco?" Hermione asked looking back at him, her eyes trailing from his head to his feet.
He nodded his head at her as she tried to give him a smile. The sadness Draco felt from what they were doing, and the danger his family was in hung between them. She put her hand out towards him motioning with her fingers to come. He reluctantly moved to her and grabbed her hand giving it a squeeze as they left their bedroom. Draco hoped they'd both be coming back together in a few hours victorious.
Hermione knew how unhappy Draco had been since this new plan had been outlined. He'd stopped saying how he didn't want her to go and words had been replaced by silence and harsh looks. It reminded her a little of their old school days when he looked at her like she smelled bad. She was done arguing with him about why this needed to happen and now. The children, his own son included, didn't have much time left. It wasn't that he didn't love Scorpius, but more that in his helplessness with the whole situation. Letting her go to be used as a sacrificial lamb made everything that much worse. Instead of just the possibility of losing Scorpius, he could also lose Hermione and the new baby all in one stroke of bad luck. Draco was a proud man, so she knew he wouldn't go on bended knee and beg her not to do this. When it came to her job he knew that she would do all things possible to solve this case and save the children.
Hermione looked at Draco leaning against the wall as Harry gave orders to some of the hit wizards. The black knit cap he wore covered his well-known platinum blond hair, but his height and sharp chiseled looks made him stand out in the room. The harsh look on his face reflected his bad mood. It wasn't good to go into battle being this distracted. She knew what they needed to do before they left for their rendezvous with the MacAteers.
She startled him as she put her hand on his arm, "Draco, let's go to the hospital and see Scorp before we go."
"Is there time?" Draco asked his shoulders slumping.
"I think we need to make the time."
Draco lifted her chin to meet her eyes, "Why Hermione? You didn't feel this way earlier. What changed your mind?'
Hermione had many reasons, but she didn't want to say them out loud to a room full of people that would soon be fighting the MacAteer clan. None of them needed to hear her many doubts and fears. They didn't need to know how scared she was that maybe she wouldn't return tonight. She wasn't sure the child in her body would ever get the chance to grow big and strong until she gave birth to it. She was worried that even if they all made it through the fighting, Scorpius and all of the children would die before they could help them. Finally, her greatest fear was for the man who stood in front of her. What if Draco was killed trying to protect her? She knew there were no guarantees in life and this had been proven true again and again. Still, she was one of the leaders of the mission and needed to show she had faith in what they were doing. She hated to lie to anyone, but right now she needed to stretch the truth regardless of how she truly felt.
"It will make me feel better seeing Scorpius one more time before we leave." She hoped her face didn't show her true feelings. "I need to keep his face in my mind and remember whom we are fighting for."
"Fine. You're right." His face showed no emotion, which worried her. He was acting much like he had through their school years. He was a Malfoy after all and knew when and how to turn off his emotions. He really wasn't this cold inside, she knew better. The stoic look on his face said it all as he set his lips in a hard line.
"Harry, we'll meet you back here in thirty minutes." Hermione stepped around Draco and picked up a large backpack. "We're going to check on Scorp before we go."
Harry nodded his head, "That'll be fine. It will give us just enough time for us to gather the rest of our weapons and distribute them." Hermione watched Draco leave the room with all eyes watching him.
"He's not doing well, is he?" Harry asked frowning.
"I don't want to talk about it right now. He'll do what he needs to when it's time."
"Hermione, we all have to be mentally there or some of us won't make it back." Harry's anxiety showed in his countenance and his words.
"I promise you, Harry, he'll be ready; in fact more than ready to meet these bastards again." Hermione gave him a frosty look. "Don't you ever doubt Draco or me. We have more at stake here than any other person in this room going out to fight tonight."
With that Hermione rushed out the door leaving a bewildered Harry behind.
Hermione walked into the quiet hospital room. Each child had been given their own room so family members could grieve in private for their dying children. Draco sat by Scorpius's bedside holding his small hand. His thumb traced patterns on the back of his hands. He didn't turn as she entered the room, his head still downcast.
She walked to his side placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging them. He lifted his head and rotated his neck back and forth to get out the kinks. Neither one said a word as she tried to calm his body and soul before they had to leave.
"The healer said he's still the same. He's not better or worst." Draco kept staring down at his young son, so pale and small lying in the large bed.
"He'll be…" Hermione started to say but was cut off by Draco.
"Don't say he'll be fine." His voice was harsh, "Neither you nor I or the healers know if that is true." He stood up to face her grabbing onto her shoulders.
"We are here right now because you don't think he'll still be alive when we get back? Am I right?" Draco's eyes looked wild with grief. "Don't lie to me, Hermione. If you love me be honest."
Her eyes flooded with tears, "Yes, Draco. I'm worried that we might not make it back here alive tonight. I'm scared that Scorpius will die before we figure out to help him and the other children." Her words were now coming out in sobs, too many emotions running through her to hold back in front of the man she loved. "I'm scared that this baby I'm carrying will never get a chance to live. The nightmare running through my mind shows Harry, Ron, Ginny, and her boys also dead."
Her hands came up to brush her tears away as she tried to stop crying, "What choice do we have Draco? The MacAteers haven't given us any other choice. We go and fight them and find out what they did to the children."
Draco stood silently letting her vent and get it all out before they left.
"You have to promise me something though," Hermione said, "Before you think that this mission is doomed from the start, I need you to wait and see what Harry and I have planned out. We've kept it a secret from everyone, even Kingsley Shacklebolt doesn't know." Her hands went up to smooth along his high cheekbones making sure he was looking at her. "I need you to put your faith in me and believe that we can be successful tonight. Out of all of us going, I need you to believe in me. I don't give a damn what anyone else thinks, but please…show me that you believe I can do this."
She held her breath as she waited for Draco's answer. Without warning his arms came out to pull her into his embrace. "Yes. Merlin, if anyone can do this it's you, Hermione." Hope surged through her heart at hearing his words. This would get her through the next few hours. This was all that she needed; the person she loved most in the world to believe in her.
Back at the ministry, all fifty-five team members gathered around Harry and Hermione. It was the elite of the Hit Wizards and the Auror Unit they'd invited to go on this mission. They all knew what they would be facing. Many of them had been on the earlier missions and seen their colleagues murdered and witnessed the hideous things done to their bodies. Some had been there when they'd gone and rescued Hermione that dark night. None of them had backed away from this new mission that was for sure to be more of a challenge than last time. This time they clearly knew what to fear. They didn't have to guess; they already knew what could be their fates having seen firsthand the destruction the MacAteers could bring upon people.
Harry stepped up first; "Many of you have been wondering what secret plan we've put into place for this mission. We've kept it a secret on purpose so no leaks could get out." He looked very much a man in charge and a respected leader. His hands were clasped behind his back as he walked around the circle of wizards and witches listening intently to every word.
"We are pulling a page out of Alastor Moody's plan book used many years ago. Actually, we found out later this had all been Professor Dumbledore's idea. How many of you have heard about The Battle of the Seven Potters?"
Ron made a choking sound from where he stood. "Don't tell me, Polyjuice Potion again?"
Hermione stepped up next, "Yes, Ronald, Polyjuice Potion. The MacAteers are expecting me to come out of hiding so they can attack me. We all know this. But if there is more than one of me, this will confuse them enough to sway things in our favor."
"You see," Harry continued with his story glaring over at Ron, "The Order of the Phoenix needed to help me escape from my cousin's house. They knew that Voldemort and his Death Eaters knew about the escape plan, but they didn't know about how I'd be escaping."
Hermione looked over at Draco who stood there with his mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"Basically, those who were Polyjuiced to look like me were the decoys. There were seven Harry Potters so the Death Eaters didn't know who to go after. They didn't want me dead, so we knew it would also protect many of us." Harry finished his story.
"Overall it was a bloody good plan. The Dark Lord was furious when they all came back without you Potter. We paid dearly for it too. So thank you for that," Draco said with a smirk.
"You're so welcome Malfoy," Harry grinned back at him.
"So, there will be many of you taking the Polyjuice Potion tonight and there will be many Hermione Grangers showing up to face down the MacAteers." An Auror walked up to Hermione and opened up a wooden case. Hermione brought out a small gray bottle and held it up in her hand.
"I'm not sure how much you know about this potion, but it can last anywhere from ten minutes to twelve hours."
"What if it doesn't last long enough during the battle? Then you'll be in more danger again?" One of the Auror's asked the question that many of them were thinking.
"We've already planned for this contingency. Depending upon who brewed it and how good of a job they did makes the difference. Say a fourteen-year-old vs. an adult potioneer brewing the potion, you'd find the younger person's potion lasting no more than thirty minutes. The older Potion Master's Polyjuice would likely last up to eleven or twelve hours."
"So who brewed the potion, Hermione?" Draco asked with a grim look on his face.
"There are several Potion Masters that work for The Department of Mysteries that made and tested this batch. They've assured us that this potion will last at least fourteen if, not fifteen hours. That will be plenty of time for us to accomplish what we need to do. All it needs is something from me." She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a baggie. "This is hair from my brush and one hair will be added to each vial."
"Wait, " Ron said, "Who is going to be you?"
"I want to know that too. I'm not thrilled that any of these blokes would be touching your body parts." Draco said in his whiny voice glaring at all of the men standing around. None of them would look straight at Draco in fear of pissing him off even more.
"Well, thank the Gods that there are enough women here in our ranks if they are willing to step up and do their part." Harry walked over to stand next to Hermione as he looked over the women in the circle.
Hermione could see that he was trying to make eye contact with each and every one of them. Amazingly, every single one of them looked straight back at Harry without flinching. One by one they stepped forward and said they would help. This made Hermione smile at the courage of the women who were willing to put themselves in more danger than before they'd set foot in this room. Altogether there were fifteen women who would be taking the potion.
"Now, if all of the gents would please leave the room, we women will be 'changing' into our new clothes and persona so to speak." Hermione smiled at the witches who were standing so bravely around her.
As the wizards were all starting to leave Hermione called out, "Draco, come here please." He turned around and walked back to her. She reached up to pull off her engagement ring and held it out to him. "Unfortunately I can't give all of them a ring like this and I would stand out with it left on."
She could see the rush of emotion that crossed his face. He reached out and took the ring, unzipped a jacket pocket, and zipped it up again quickly. "I don't like seeing you without that ring on your finger." His eyes narrowed at her while clenching his jaws. She knew he wanted to say more, but was trying to trust her judgment in this plan.
"In less than twelve hours you can put it back on my finger where it belongs," she smiled up at him. He grabbed her, capturing her lips in an intoxicating kiss that lasted long enough to make her breathless.
He let her go and she swayed back a step, "There will be more of that in twelve hours too." Draco beamed at her and left the room. One of the women giggled and she couldn't help smiling.
Hermione focused back on what they were doing and handed out the bottle of Polyjuice. "You'll see it has a golden color that will change slightly once my hair is added. Take off your clothes before you change though." She turned back around making sure that there was a locking charm on the door where all of the men had left earlier.
Soon there were sixteen Hermiones' standing around the room staring down at their new figures. Next to each witch was a bag of clothes in Hermione's size, including new bras and knickers for those who needed them due to size discrepancies.
She saw one witch close by pick up the new bra to put it on. "Gods Hermione," she saw the witch cup her breasts and hold them up, "what I wouldn't give to have breasts this size."
A flush crept up her face, "Remember I'm pregnant, so they aren't normally this big. They just seem to be getting bigger week after week."
"I'm sure someone is happy about that, right?" the witch asked as her hands also glided over her slightly protruding stomach.
"Yes, now get dressed quickly before they barge in here wondering what we're doing," Hermione instructed in her bossiest tone she could muster as she watched the witches that seemed so fascinated with this experience.
"I take it you've done this a few times before," another witch said.
"Oh yes, several times that I wished I hadn't needed to. I was one of the Harry Potters and that felt very strange. Enough said." The laughter echoed around the room knowing what all of them were thinking about Hermione having male parts.
When they were all ready Hermione opened the door to a group of shocked males. "So Malfoy, is this all of your dreams coming true with a room full of Hermiones'?" Ron asked suggestively.
"No, you wanker. The real one is all I ever need." Draco was trying to ignore the redhead standing next to him. Ron should have realized that now was not the time to irritate Draco Malfoy.
The real Hermione stepped forward, "Here is the map and more instructions for each team. You'll have five minutes to study it, destroy it, and then we're off. We have foul, evil, criminals waiting to be taken down tonight."
Sorry for the very long wait for this chapter to come out. I had many things going on, a vacation, a weeklong sickness of staying in bed and other things in my life. I hope that this chapter makes up for it. Next chapter will be the real confrontation with the MacAteers. I honestly thought it would happen in this chapter, but I should know better than to tell these characters what to do. They decide what happens more than I do. Please tell me what you think about the plan they came up with. I know I borrowed the idea from JKR, but it fits so perfectly here I had to use it.
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