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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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Thirty Four
Paris 2001

This was it.
She was in Paris.
She was really in Paris.
All her hard work had paid off and now she had two months’ worth of work and leisure to spend here.
Maybe after the war, life has been quite good to her.

Hermione Jean Granger had graduated with various of honors from Hogwarts alongside her friends and despite all the losses from the war, she had undoubtedly became successful in the life after it.

She thought of her parents and how they would have been very proud of her.

“I promise I’ll be back tonight.” Hermione told Harry who was accompanying her in her short vacation. “It’s just a day for myself that I would like to have, Harry.”
He smiled reluctantly at her and then gave her a kiss over her.
“You’re overdramatic.” Hermione said smiling up at him. “We are staying on the same hotel.”
“Yeah but I told you that I don’t feel like leaving you in this place. We’re so foreign here and it’s not very easy to go around because they speak differently.”
Hermione laughed and mocked him in something French but Harry only seriously stared at him.

“Six tonight, Hermione.” Harry reminded her taking a step back from her. “If you’re not there by six, I’ll call security, I’ll call the Order, I’ll definitely call and cause some trouble all over Paris-“
“If you dare do that and ruin this whole travel, Harry Potter, I’m going to blow off your balls back to London.”
Silence took over.
And then they both burst into laughter.
“I’ll see you tonight.” Hermione exclaimed as she excitedly kissed him over the cheek and bid him a goodbye before walking out of their hotel room to spend the day with herself.

Harry watched as the door closed.
He didn’t like the idea of this.
Of all the places she wanted to go to it had to be Paris – or atleast, it had to be at this time or this year.

Harry sank bank over the large and comfortable couch in their suite, eyes darting over his wand on the glass dining table and his traveling cloak that he hung over the other couch.
He tapped his fingers at his sides, eyes and mind roaming around the room and his heart slightly pounding fast.
Paris was a big city he kept telling himself as he counted the minutes since Hermione had left.
It was impossible to happen and it wasn’t going to happen.
He wasn’t going to do anything stupid because he promised that he’d let her be on her own because she was an adult anyway even if they were in a foreign country.
But he knew he wasn’t nervous about that fact.
His mind battled as the minutes ticked by.
What if it happens?
What if it actually happens of all the things that could?

“Fuck.” Harry blurted out as he stood up and reached over for his traveling cloak and wand and made the last minute decision before leaving the hotel room to follow his bestfriend for an inevitable encounter that was not impossible to happen.

Her body clock woke her at half past eight and she knew that she already overslept.
It was almost a week of staying in this hotel suite and living with Draco wasn’t that bad at all.
He took care of their food and he brought in and out newspapers for the two of them.
He made sure that if he was going to be harassed by reporters, he would be able to make a quick exit and evade questions.
And by far, they were able to do that so the newspapers had nothing but ‘hunches’ and ‘rumors’ over the headlines of their articles as neither Draco nor Hermione were available for validity of information.
Despite her disagreement that she was the on to stay in the hotel, Draco was able to persuade her being the reason that with her the reporters or Pureblood supporters may follow her around and be a bit more hostile towards her than when it is him who would go around and about.

Harry Potter was also followed from time to time but he always disclosed some ‘No Comment’ comment on every reporter he came across.
Hermione was grateful but that wasn’t reason still for the two of them to get along with Harry’s opposition with their surprising decision to get engaged and get married.

“Coffee.” Hermione muttered sleepily as she blindly entered their common bathroom, “I need coffee.”
She pushed the door open, entirely planning of brushing her teeth and taking a very comfortable warm shower before their day begins.
Today, they were going to go out inspite of themselves because they needed to submit something in the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione locked the door behind her and had started undressing herself to enter the shower when she had heard and realized that the shower was already pouring over steaming water.
“What on the bloody..” Hermione began until she heard something like ‘Bloody hell’ on the other side of the curtain and out of reflex, she pulled it over and she screamed when she realized that the long five minutes she had been in the bathroom taking her time to take her clothes off, Draco was already deep in the shower.

Draco was deep in scrubbing his shampoo soaked blonde hair, half blind with all the water and soap over his face and body.
He recognized the movement and for a very brief moment, his blonde eyes met her wide-eyed brown ones and they screamed at the same time upon the other’s presence in the bathroom.
They grabbed and tugged over the curtain to keep it back close but the result was chaos – their weighs on pulling it down only escalated the situation and soon, the curtain got pulled all the way down at breaking point and then the both of them skidded down on the soapy and soaking wet floor with the warm shower raining on both of them.

“BLOODY HELL WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Hermione screamed tirelessly as she tried to pull herself back up but failed to do so.
“How exactly do you expect someone to take a bath!” Draco yelled back at her in shock.
Draco helplessly tried to grab and wrap the fallen curtain around himself as he tried to keep himself hidden which was pointless because a little more or so, Hermione had already seen him in his full glory the first time she pulled the curtain when she heard the shower pouring over.
“What do you mean why am I naked?!” he yelled back at her as he stayed at the corner of the shower side, keeping the curtain around his lower body while he blindly fretted for the shower’ handle to turn it down. “I’m taking a shower! Why are you even here?!”
“I was going to take a shower!” Hermione angrily spat back at him as she also tried to turn the shower down but she was already soaking wet.
Her hair was all dripping, pajamas all wet while her upper garment was halfway off her head already giving Draco a brief glimpse of her frontal figure.

“Close your eyes!” Hermione spat at him as she struggled this time on the floor next to him to keep her clothes down while with her other hand, she tried to reach the shower’s handle to close it.
“What do you think I’m seeing?!” Draco yelled back at her as he kept his eyes tight shut with the painful shampoo all over his eyes.
He tugged and pulled and finally he reached the handle of the shower and it turned off leaving them both on the floor, confused in their wits and dripping wet next to one another.

It took a while for them both to recover and all that was left was the sound of draining water on the tiled floor and Hermione’s coughing from the water she’s inhaled.
Draco still struggled to keep the shower around his waist as he rubbed his eyes rigorously to enable him to see clearer.

“Don’t you dare open your eyes.” Hermione warned him. “I swear to you I’m going to stab you blind.”
“You’re pathetic.” Draco said as his visions slowly cleared and although he didn’t want to see her, his eyes moved around the room and he saw her next to him, half naked and looking like a piece of wet puppy. “You see I can’t even see from the bloody shampoo.”
“Don’t go trying to sneak.” Hermione warned him although her eyes were freely running around Draco’s built unintentionally since there was nowhere else to look at the moment.
“You’re staring at me.” Draco suddenly said as he relaxed realizing that the curtain was safe and secure around his midriff already.
“Excuse me?” Hermione scoffed at him as she edged a little away from Draco because their knees have been touching already and she hated the idea that his skin against hers felt quite good.
“You’re quiet.” Draco told her. “You’re usually observing when you’re quiet. Well, I can’t blame you Granger. Go on, have a look. I’m not entirely selfish.”
Hermione stared up at his face that was looking like a yellow chick that had fallen over a swimming pool.
His other eyes was open and the other was half close because of the irritating feeling of the shampoo across his eyes.
Her nostrils were flaring at him and she would have gotten mad right then and there until her eyes fell back over the dripping water at the side of his face where the burned curse was.
She suddenly felt sorry for him and suddenly, their situation didn’t feel like something she should be mad about.
He was staring at her, smirking in a way but he was also looking very confused and awaiting if she was going to attack him for the whole thing.
But she didn’t and instead, she just brushed her hand over the air.
“You look like an idiot, Malfoy.” Hermione snarkily told him pointing over his soaking hair. “And I’m not interested to look at it.”
“Well, it’s not like you’re not going to see it one of these days.” Draco said unable to stop himself from teasing her. “Why don’t you get yourself adjusted and acquainted with the view.”
“Oh please. You really, really think so highly of yourself? I feel honored. ” Hermione said and to Draco’s surprise she actually smiled at him as she reached over to hand him the fallen towel over the side cabinet in the bathroom. “Why don’t you just get yourself sorted so we can start the day.”
She looked away and Draco didn’t miss it.
She was blushing and she really didn’t like the idea of staying around him when he was naked.
“Come on, we have a long day to go.” Hermione told him as she began to slowly stand up.
And Draco didn’t know why, but he reached over towards her and grabbed her wrist.
“I’m sorry.” he earnestly told her as he tried not to break their eye contact. “I’m sorry about this whole thing.”
“It’s nothing.” Hermione brushed him off but he didn’t let go. “Just lock the door next time.”
“This isn’t what I meant.” Draco clarified moving his hands around them. “I meant this whole mess – this whole getting engaged and getting married for the Marriage Law and-“
A stark of gleam appeared around Hermione’s eyes.
“We planned and agreed to it.” Hermione said grabbing her wrist away from him. “And I’m a Gryffindor. I don’t back away from things that come my way. Come, we have to start early. We don’t stand down from things that will be for the greater good.”
And without another word, Hermione stomped her way out of the bathroom, banging the door behind her and leaving Draco feeling like the whole world had sort of drowned him down with her words.

Hermione was enjoying her treat of pizza, wine, salad and cheese when she heard the little havoc happening outside the café.
She tried to ignore it, but she saw that the other guests in the restaurant was looking over the window to what was happening.
It seemed like the manager of the restaurant was berating an employee right outside their establishment over one of the tables outside.
She didn’t understand so much of the fast French being spoken or rather yelled at the employee but what caught her attention were the clear English words “You English men never learn! You dominate the world but you don’t know how to wash dishes!” that was yelled in a very bad English accent.
Her eyes moved to the part of the restaurant outside and she felt her head boiling at the idea of it.
It sounded nothing far from how witches and wizards from her world humiliating house-elves.
She wondered if the employee was alright because at the way the manager was yelling, he was calling more than enough kind of attention.

Hermione saw the manager enter the restaurant and she saw the waiter still outside, clearing over the table from where he was yelled out.
She looked down upon her food and no matter how good it tasted, now she didn’t feel like eating at the place because of the way the management treated their employees.
Within a minute, Hermione had called for her cheque that was quickly given to her while she kept her eyes over the waiter outside the restaurant clearing the tabl.
“May I ask what happened?” Hermione tried to ask in her French to the lady that brought her change.
She slightly rolled her eyes.
“He’s new. English.” she replied in a good accent which told Hermione she’s half French and half English. “Been here for two weeks. And he still doesn’t know how to deliver dishes properly. He’s impatient and he spilled some wine over one of the guests earlier. And well, he retaliated.”
“Oh. Wow..” Hermione said although deep inside, she was surprised that this boy had the guts to do it but she wondered why he didn’t say anything to the manager.
He obviously needed his job.
“He’s besmirching the English blood around here.” the waitress said. “He doesn’t even know how to properly cut ingredients. Would you believe he doesn’t know how to cut carrots evenly? We don’t know what he knows except to create trouble. The only reason he’s still here is because he’s good at recognizing the wines being taken here so he manages that. Other than, he’s not very helpful at all.”

Hermione nodded at her and thanked her and soon, she found herself grabbing her purse and walking outside to take a look at the boy who was being treated poorly in this place just because he didn’t know how to wash the dishes or cut some vegetables.
Even if this wasn’t her country and town, she didn’t want to miss the chance to give some words of encouragement especially if he was a fellow country man.

Hermione walked outside the restaurant and he was still busting over the table, head down as if he was trying his best to keep himself cool and not be emotional about what happened.
She stood near him watching him closely as he worked over the table which he was doing a very good job with.
He was tall and with a nice built and perhaps somewhere close to her age judging by the colour of his hair and his stance.

People like him was already down on their level and she eyed the manager back inside the restaurant for mistreating his hard-working employees no matter where they came from.

“Hey.. uhm..” Hermione began clearing her throat to gain his attention without really knowing what kind of encouragement she wanted to tell him. “The.. the waitress inside said you’re English.. and I was.. I am English too. And well, having a vacation and it’s nice to see fellow countrymen.”
She didn’t want to offend him or look like she was meddling over the situation but he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to be kind to the young man.
The boy ignored her.
She wasn’t sure if he didn’t hear her at all because he was too busy with his work.
“Well, I just wanted to say that.. you are doing a great job with your work..” Hermione continued sounding like an idiot at her way of doing this. “And I was- sorry, I was just-“
He halted with his wiping the large round table with a dry rug and had finished putting the empty plated together.
He sighed heavily and Hermione knew that he heard her the first time she walked to him.
“Miss, it’s not entirely unappreciated but I don’t need this little peptalk that you’re offering.” he told her and Hermione’s brows furrowed.
She knew that accent and that voice.
“Sorry?” Hermione asked mindlessly as she just wanted to hear him speak again for her to remember who owned that voice. “I was-“
“In other words, I really don’t need your help –“ he turned around and his eyes widened upon meeting her upfront. “Granger?!”
“Malfoy?!” Hermione blurted out nearly dropping the shopping bag in her hand. “What – wait – Malfoy?!”

Draco’s eyes were wide at her – his face suddenly pale at the sight of her.
Of all places and of all the time he would see her, it had to be there at that precise moment.
He wondered quietly to himself why the hell she was here and where was Potter who was supposed to be with her at all times.

Their gazes were kept and Hermione could swear that a momentary look of longing had passed his eyes the first time he stared at her.
Was he homesick?
Couldn’t he go back to London?
Was he thrown here or something by the law that she wasn’t made aware of?

But he blinked.
And all the longing disappeared and which was replaced by a cold gaze of the old Draco Malfoy full of spite she knew of.

He looked back at her, as if ready to retaliate as he stepped forward her and then as if he remembered his place, he back down and merely avoided her gaze.
Hermione looked back at him, her eyes quick to calculate the situation and her eyes evidently ran and passed to what look like a very ugly burn mark at the side of his face.
Her eyes widened at the realization that she was being rude, staring.
So she looked away and now they strayed over Draco’s hands which was worse.
His hands looked beaten and rough and matching with the circles around his eyes, everything told her that he was overworked.
He also looked like he had lost weight in the past weeks and given the timeframe the waitress gave her earlier, the callus around his hands didn’t look like two weeks’ worth of working in the place.
He must have been working somewhere else before this restaurant.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione gasped in surprise, at loss for the right words as Draco gazed away from her, obviously ashamed of his situation.

“What do you think I’m doing here?” he snapped back at her trying to avoid her scrutinizing gaze.
Hermione blinked.
She had meant differently and for some reason, Draco suddenly looked regretful at his words.

“What I was trying to say-“
“I’m busting tables. Isn’t that obvious?” he snapped back again at her, gazing back at her eyes and folding his hands over himself.
He obviously looked humiliated but he retained the ‘Malfoy stance’ he always wore at school.

Hermione still didn’t say anything.
Her brains seemed to be lagging at the sight of him and the situation he was in.
Why was Draco Malfoy busting over a French restaurant?
Why was he in Paris anyway?
Wasn’t he supposed to be in some Healer Academy as she’s last heard or something?
Why was he busting tables anyway?!

“That’s not what I meant.” Hermione pointed out regaining herself and looking back at Malfoy with the same sharp expression. “What I mean is that-“
“I don’t have time to chitchat.” Draco simply cut her out. “As you can see, I don’t have the same luxury of life as you. Thanks to the war you’ve won, which by the way, the world is supposedly owing to you and your friends. And for which, I should be grateful of.”

His eyes burned her and before she could even say anything else, he grabbed the tray and entered the restaurant back again as the manager saw him chatting with a guest and was already making his way towards him.

Hermione and Draco had chosen a small-street venue for today’s shopping of some products in a Muggle London street before going to the Ministry of Magic that afternoon to submit something.
They kept themselves low-key by wearing Muggle clothes and some hoodies so they both looked like young college students walking around and about the streets.
Draco had been complaining all the way down from the moment she forced him into the clothes they bought and changed earlier on from a small shop she knew of.
And even if he kept his complains loud next to Hermione, he wouldn’t admit that the first time he looked over himself at the mirror wearing it, he had to admit that even he looked really good in a pair of it.

“I look like an idiot.” he repeated or the nth time over since they left the suite of the hotel. “I look like a complete idiot – why would anyone wear something like this? Are you kidding me? Like why would –“
“Will you stop complaining?” Hermione said, amused at the sight of him trying to tug through and pull the tie of the red hoodie she made him wear.
“This is not working.” Draco complained giving up on the tie and frowning to himself. “And why do I have to wear the red one?”
“Because this is the only one that fits you.” Hermione said pulling him to a corner and grabbing the ties to help him untie the knot and tie it over the other side which made him more comfortable in it. “Better?”
“You’re wearing a blue one. Why can’t I have the blue one?” Draco complained further staring down at her as Hermione smirked at him, pulling the hood over his blonde hair.
“Because this got a ladies’ cut and you will look absolutely ridiculous in this.” Hermione commented as she put his hood in place. “Stop complaining. You look good on it.”
“Really?” Draco said and she rolled her eyes at him, walking before him. “You only like it because you’re mocking my house-“
“Really?” Hermione said raising an eyebrow. “At a time like this so are still going to wave house pride over my face?”
“I’m not the one waving it.”
“Stop complaining. You look good on it, Malfoy.”
He looked at her, delight passing his eyes.
“Really?” he asked coyly with a conceited smile. “You really think I look good?”
“I’m not going to repeat what I said.” Hermione said not looking back at him then Draco pulled her hand back to stop her. “Now come on.”
She blushed and she looked up at him.
He tried to hold her hand but Hermione discreetly moved her hand away from him.
“No need to hold hands.” Hermione told him. “You won’t get lost in this place.”
He looked disappointed but he didn’t say anything.
“Alright.” Draco simply said walking next to her. “Maybe you should lead the way a little as you know this place better.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” Hermione replied and avoiding another gaze, she moved and stepped before him and began walking down the street towards a shop with Draco just right behind him, hands inside his jacket and eyes slightly tearful at the way she was responding to his attempts.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be here.” Hermione whispered softly as she lay herself over Draco at the north-most part of the tallest tower in the castle.
“Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t.” Draco mindlessly muttered as he continuously stroke Hermione’s hair as they watched the moonlight.

It has been two weeks since they kissed at the West Wing of the castle and two weeks they have been doing the same routine – doing their best to keep their notes for one another secret and meeting at this spot that Draco discovered three days after their first kiss.
The floor was barely with anyone and if any, only Filch and some ghosts passed the area and hopefully, not at the late hours that they met up there.

They weren’t show what was going on between them and weren’t sure how long they could keep doing this – but what they were sure of was that they both didn’t want it to just end.

“Did Potter ask?” Draco gently asked her as he pulled her closer to him as he reached for her finger. “When he saw us last Tuesday?”
“He asked what you wanted.” Hermione said as she looked up at his face as she lay on his chest, slightly pulling her school robes closer to herself as she felt the cold feel of the castle at this hour. “I just told him that you were leaving the table I was going to use.”
Her eyes moved back up at him, the silhouette of his face by the moonlight showed the circles around his eyes.
She knew that he had not been sleeping well and though she never asked why, she knew it was because of the war coming at all of them and the pressure it was giving Draco.
She didn’t stop telling him that the Order was always pretty much warm and welcome to anyone who would like to join their side but he would always change the subject.
He was torn and she felt that he wanted to choose and change sides but that he couldn’t.
Reminding him of the protection the Order and Albus Dumbleore could offer and give his family either.
If any, he looked and sounded more stressed when they talked about the headmaster.
He was afraid of the headmaster obviously and he didn’t want to think of the idea of him taking charge over his family.
He wasn’t a coward.
But Hermione already knew that – for him to sneak around the castle with her and to make sure he makes it at their meet up place and point was brave enough for her especially in times like this.

“How’s your Gryffindor friend?” Draco suddenly asked her as he continued to gently brush her hair with his long fingers.
“Hmmm?” Hermione asked edging up closer towards him. “Who?”
“The Quidditch player.” Draco simply answered her.
“Oh, Katie.” Hermione replied remembering the distress that accident had given the whole Gryffindor house. “She’s getting better. Professor Snape was able to immediately create a counter curse for it. She’s lucky to be alive.”
He didn’t say anything.
But Hermione saw his Adam’s Apple move slightly and the feel of his fingers tightening a little.
“Draco?”
“Hmm?”
“Would you…. Well, I was just wondering… the summer after this school year, would you like to – to still come and see me?” she asked very carefully, her yes observing his body language.
He gave away none except for his eyebrows that moved a little which told her that he was surprised with her question.
“You don’t have to if you have things to do-“ Hermione quickly said retreating her confidence. “I was just-“
“I don’t think I can.” Draco easily put out with a heavy sigh. “I might not.. I don’t want to make promises. That’s all.”
She looked up at him and waited for him to look back down at her and it took him a while to do so.
“I see.” Hermione said although she didn’t. “Why were you at that floor the other day? Were you looking for something?”
His brows slightly knitted.
He had been in the area of the Room of Requirement and Harry had chanced upon him and he quickly told Hermione about it.
“Draco?”
“I might have just passed.” Draco lied to her. “It’s not important.”
“Are you telling the truth?” she asked him slowly gazing at him through the light of the moonlight.

Draco sighed heavily, reached for her and kissed her forehead.
She nodded quietly.
They had a pact that there were questions that the other couldn’t ask the other because of worse comes to worse, the Dark Lord cannot se these things in their memories.
Hermione only agreed to the little pact because he promised that he would meet her in this place or anywhere else when she needed him – regardless if it placed either of them in danger – they would be at the beck of one another’s call.

“I understand.” Hermione said after a while. “It’s one of those.. things..”

Draco sensed the sadness in her voice and as he looked down upon her face, he carefully reached for her hand and held it tightly into his to comfort her.
But in truth, holding her hand or holding her this close comforted him.

They had kissed two weeks ago, one more and another time until it became a habit of their hello and goodnights.
And even though they both didn’t understand it, they both knew that this was happening without a doubt and was happening in the midst of the war for which were taking and taking lives.

“Fuck.” Draco muttered banging his fist over the counter table of the small shop.
“What’s with the language?” Hermione asked as she followed in behind him in the dimly lit antique store.
“Sorry.” Draco quickly told her. “I think I saw one of mom’s old necklaces. A Black heirloom and the owner took it back telling me that he bought it at a price and I told him I’m willing to buy it back and he went telling me a lot of things.”
“Things like?” Hermione asked him as her eyes moved around the old artifact shop.
“Why are you still here you bloody murderer?!” yelled an woman in her early 50s as she limped back in front of the shop.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at the way she stared and addressed Draco.
She was waving her walking stick towards Draco in a rude way and was counting off things that his Death Eater circles had done which obviously excluded him.

“I was offering a price for the necklace.” Draco repeated clearly and although he was calm, Hermione saw his hands fisting under the counter table.
“It’s not for sale.” the woman insisted. “Not for you anyway. You think I don’t know you? You bloody boy – just like your father-“

Hermione still stared, watching at Draco’s calm reaction to the situation while the woman besmirched his name and his family.
The only time she saw Draco actually made a slight hand movement towards his wand inside his pocket was when the woman went over him being a criminal with a mother who didn’t know how to teach her own son what was right.

Draco was already shaking in anger – all of it, bottled up inside of him, hidden and kept within his range of control.
But Hermione knew that sooner, that was going to break as well.
“Your family – murderers! Supporting the dark!” she kept yelling at him, eyes dilating in anger. “You walk in here thinking you still have power – no, you lot. You long ago lost all the power in you and your name. Your son of a murdering scoundrel – I bet your mother regrets bearing you as a son – the heavens are merciful that it only brought fire into your face – if it were up to the victims, we would have burned your soul – and we would have killed your mother first before she brought a murderer into this world-“
“You don’t talk about my mother-“
“Draco!” Hermione warned him, eyes wide as he already moved his hand to his wand and was about to pull it out.

A momentary revulsion of hatred crossed Draco’s face but the moment Hermione’s gentle fingers reached him, he was suddenly pulled out of his angry state.
Something in her soft, warm and gentle touch retreated him to what was right.

He looked back at her and the look in her eyes calmed him for some reason and Hermione saw the evident tears threatening to leak from the side of his face out of his anger.

The woman look on at them, trying to put the situation together and a look in his eyes towards Hermione told her that she was probably trying to recall who she was

“Are you with him?” the woman asked with a tone. “Are you lost in this area, Miss-?”
Hermione nodded at Draco and he slowly put his wand back into his pocket and placed a step back behind her.
She smiled at him before turning fully to the woman.
“I’m not lost.” Hermione said with a big cold smile over the woman. “And he’s my husband.”
The woman’s eyes widened but before she could say anything else, Hermione gently placed her wand over the table and it seemed to intimidate her.
“Hermione Granger-Malfoy.” Hermione introduced herself and the woman’s eyes bolted white at the realization who this was.
“Oh!” she gasped loudly. “Oh, you – you are one – you were-“
“Yes, that’s me.” Hermione simply said. “Now, I believe my husband was inquiring for a necklace. May I see it?”
It wasn’t a request.
It was an obvious demand and the woman was now battling if she was going to give in or not.
“It’s not for sale-“
“Yes, I’m sure.” Hermione said. “As well as the whole place is also not supposed to put anything on sale. See that over there? That’s your contract with the Ministry and I read that it’s a little bit two years old expired.”
Her face turned pale at her words and Draco’s eyes lit up at the sight of Hermione and the way she was handling things.
“But we don’t want to let them know, right?” Hermione said. “I’m sure business is very hard these days that renewal of contracts would cost much as well as losing a business.”
Her eyes were already calculating the situation and how much she was going to lose should she fight for the necklace.

“I can’t sell the necklace Miss Granger because I bought it for a price.” the lady coldly snapped at her but her eyes were obviously challenging her for a price.
Hermione knew Purebloods who withered away with money and gold until their last breathes.
A glint of annoyance passed Hermione’s eyes.
No, it wasn’t just annoyance.
There was some deep-seated hatred in her eyes that Draco didn’t recognize.

Her chest was pounding at the way she talked to and about Draco and for some reason that she also didn’t understand it hurt her deeply to hear the woman compare him to his father.

He is a Malfoy and may look a lot like his father, but being with him in the several weeks they were together, she was beginning to realize that Draco was nowhere like his father.
And hearing people speak of him this way felt like a heavy offense even at her part.

“I’m sure my husband can pay for it.” Hermione sweetly said turning to Draco and eyeing him closely. “Right, Darling?”

They exchanged looks and Draco’s distraught over the obviously stolen jewelry of his mother was weighing on him.
It took him a moment to recover before he moved towards the table again, a gleeful smile over his face while Hermione smiled with enough persuasion towards the lady.

“Ofcourse, sweetheart.” Draco said reaching towards the table. “I would be delighted to pay it for a price she would like as a gift for you – whatever it is you wish for.”
He reached for Hermione’s hand but she slid her arm under him and grabbed him closer to him, scooting closer him and holding his hand over the table to parade the ring around her finger.
“And I always get whatever I want, isn’t that so, darling?” Hermione coyly said batting her eyelashes towards the lady. “I’m sure you heard that and we made it clear.”

The woman looked torn at the idea of losing a precious and genuine Black heirloom to gaining money it days where earning it was a struggle.
“The necklace isn’t for sale, Mr. Malfoy.” the woman glared at Draco as if ready to strike and kick him out of the shop but was presently afraid of Hermione’s wand hand on the table.

“We can cover its payment and whatever else trouble you had gone through for it.” Draco said knowing that she must have taken it by stealth or cheat anyway. “Whatever will make my wife happy.”
“Yes, treat it as covering entire expenses of renovating your little shop.” Hermione said speaking in a different tone that reminded Draco of his own mother, Narcissa Malfoy when she made business deals better than his father.
Neither Hermione nor Draco knew where all this attitude was coming from but they both liked the way she was sounding.

She was going to be a very refined and ideal Mrs. Malfoy.

The woman still looked torn between accepting their offer and losing a genuine Pureblood heirloom but Hermione’s next offer no longer gave her the chance to refuse them.

“So,” Hermione began in a gentle voice moving closer to the table and making sure she doesn’t break their eye contact to mean business with the woman. “Are we going to see that necklace and leave with the price for it or are we going to have to see you next on the Daily Prophet’s business article about your shop closing down because of its illegal extension of business permit?”

She looked startled at Hermione’s proposal.
She have obviously been running a business under an expired contract and license and since nobody really cared to meddle with that, she continued her business.
And business like hers were strictly watched by the new regime since the war had ended and whatever luck she had to keep her business illegally was hanging by the thread just because of her refusal to give away a necklace that was going to be taken in with a price anyway.

“Well?” Hermione asked again with a raised brow. “We have errands to run and I really don’t like to be asked to wait-“
Draco’s eyes moved to her and he almost laughed at the tone of her voice. She really, really reminded him of his mother at that very moment.

“I bought this for a thousand and fivehundred galleon by a merchant.” the lady told them both eyeing Draco back who was supposedly going to pay her.
“Fine.” Hermione said turning back to Draco. “Cash or cheque my love?”
Draco stared back at her, he had the money ofcourse.
But he felt he was being harassed in some way by Hermione’s gestures and words towards him.
“Ofcourse cash.” Draco said pulling something from the inside of his jacket pocket. “Malfoys never pay any other way and like you said, Malfoys get what they want.”
She immediately looked delighted and though Draco was paying, she focused more onto Hermione and into pleasing her.
“I have other jewelries that you might like Mrs. Malfoy-“
“I don’t want anything else.” Hermione coldly snapped at her. “We’ll pay and take the package now.”

He offered a thick pouch across the table and the woman now looked like nothing but a greedy frog, eyes bore over the pouch of clinking galleons.

“Would you like me to wrap-“
“The box is had been brought in here is enough.” Hermione cut her short. “Make it fast. I’m getting bored here and you don’t want me bored.”
The woman immediately scooped for the galleons but Hermione pulled it back.
“I want the necklace first.” Hermione adamantly demanded, her eye cold and hard.
The woman nodded vigorously and disappeared at the back of the shop.

It took her only less than a minute to return and packed the whole thing in front of them after Draco inspected its authenticity and then they exchanged purchase and payment.
She had began telling them praises and compliments but the two had ignored her especially Draco.
Before leaving the shop however, Hermione turned back to her.
“Careful with your words.” Hermione warned her halfway to the door with Draco holding her gently by the arm. “The next time I hear you or any of your lot calling my husband a murderer –“
“But I was just-“
“No buts you old bat-“ Hermione cut her out. “You listen to me, the next time you do this-“
“Hermione, come on let’s go-“ Draco gently whispered to her taking her arm. “It’s not even-“
“-I’m going to make sure you never see the light again. How that happens, will definitely be an accident and it’s so bad that it will be front page news. Good day, it was nice doing business with you.”

The look of utter disbelief in Draco’s eyes never left even until they were out of the shop and back to the Apparition point to the Ministry of Magic and the woman could swear that she heard them laughing right outside her entry way.

“Did you just black mail her-“
“Ofcourse not.” Hermione answered him. “I just put him in her place. And I don’t want anyone addressing you like that.”
“Way to go, darling.” Draco answered back at her looking at her, impressed.
“Mrs. Malfoy.” Hermione corrected him taking his hand into hers and gazing up at Draco. “Come, I don’t want to get lost in this part of London.”
She was smiling at him but a quick look of worry passed her eyes when Draco suddenly moved to her and had kissed her forehead.
“Don’t worry.” Draco said closing the gap between the two of them. “I’ve got you.”
And he looked at her and took her hand into his and they walked down the street and all the way to the corner to the final way that would lead them to the busy street where the Ministry of Magic was, still holding one another’s hand without any reservations.

Hermione was still giggling about Draco all the way back up to their suite after all the jokes they shared.
They went to the Ministry and updated some documents then had a meal and Draco told her that he needed to check something at St. Mungo’s and so he brought her to the hotel and left her in the elevator.
Hermione was holding over the package of books Draco had just bought her and the necklace of his mother as she key-ed into their suite.

She entered and quietly closed the door behind her, clicking lock and noticing how dimly lit the suite was when she remembered that she had left the window curtains open earlier.
She entered without any recollection of closing the curtains down when halfway through the room she halted.
Her chest slightly pounded.
She could smell a scent that was different – way different – from Draco’s perfume.
But it was a familiar scent.

She halted, had discreetly moving to her pocket as her eyes searched the dimly lit room.
She inhaled the scent again and this time, she could not be mistaken.
Hermione’s eyes widened and she quickly dropped the packages in her hands and pulled her wand out of her pocket.
She turned, but before she could bolt out towards the door someone had easily managed to grab her from behind and her scream was quickly drowned by the large and tight hand that quickly wrapped around her mouth.
Her wand hand was twisted behind her back and she had dropped her wand while the other struggled to free herself but to no avail.
Her chest pounded loud, hard and fast, tears already in her eyes at the anger and fear consuming her.
She felt a jolt of pain as her arm was quickly grabbed, twisted and pinned behind her, her whole body freezing in fear.

“Ssh, stay still, stay still.” Lucius Malfoy softly whispered at the gap between her neckline and her ear as he deeply breathed through, inhaling her scent. “Calm down, my dear. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“If you try – if you dare-“ Hermione managed trying to bite and kick herself free from his tight grasp.
But he only laughed at her attempts of escape and empty threats.
He was a taller and stronger man and Hermione without her wand and already frightened and taken aback from an attack from behind.

“Don’t exhaust yourself, sweetheart.” Lucius whispered over her skin and moving it ever closer to her neckline as he tugged hard to keep her in place as he purposely stepped on her wand before kicking it out of sight in the darkness. “Nobody is going to come to your rescue and nobody will hear your screams-“
His fingers dug deeper around her arms, the pain of his pincer like grip making Hermione’s wails louder.

“Draco!” Hermione cried out loud in desperation even though knowing he wouldn’t hear her anyway. “Draco- please – Draco-“
“He’s not going to hear you and he’s not coming.” Lucius playfully said behind her ear before nipping in and closing his eyes, relishing the taste of her skin. “Now hold still, you stupid girl, I’m trying to kiss you.”
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