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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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Author's Notes:
I have come to realized not only I have not posted in recent but also this web is to chapters behind =(

I am so sorry!!!

I feel so messed up since my father had passed last October and after that I think other than all the emotional turmoil that came with it, I buried myself with work and I have not gone into doing the things that should be keeping and moving me forward.
I apologize for all that and well, since I have felt burnt lately with work, I needed to write, I needed to write again.

Much love from my end to all of you.

Please do let me know everyone is well and say a hi if you're still keeping up with this story.

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Chapter Thirty Five
Knight

“Are you bloody out of your mind?” Hermione breathlessly asked him as he pulled her into an empty classroom just right at the fourth floor.
“Sssh.” Draco whispered, checking that both corridors were empty before closing the door and locking it.
“Silencio.” Draco whispered after using two spells to lock the classroom. “You alright?”
Hermione stared at him, wide-eyed.
“I’ll be late for professor Sprout’s class.” Hermione breathed at him although she looked like she was glad for this little moment they could have in the middle of the day.
They barely had a chance to meet with the amount of school work they were doing, with their classes and Harry and Ron’s constant question where they were ‘going to study next’ – she barely had time to be left alone by her two other friends especially Harry since the day he saw her in the library with Draco.
Although she had made a good excuse and a plausible one, Harry didn’t trust Draco and that was a problem because for the year that has been progressing, he has eyes on Draco and what he was up to.
“What’s going on?” Hermione asked worriedly seeing his pale face and his thinning figure and not to forget the large circles around his eyes. “Haven’t you been sleeping or eating?”
“I’m fine.” Draco said brushing it off. “There are two last Hogsmeade weekends. I’ll meet you on the next one.”
“This weekend?” Hermione asked counting the calendar days in her head. “I can’t. I promise Harry and Ron that-“
“It’s that or I can’t on the other.” Draco desperately reasoned at her. “I’ll meet you-“
“Why not?” Hermione asked him, eyebrow raised. “I’m a bit more free-“
“I just can’t, alright!” Draco said almost yelling at her out of his anxiety.
Hermione glared.

Something was wrong, something terrible.

Her eyes moved around him to read his body language.
He had lost sleep and was losing weight in a fast pace, he looked tensed all over and his missing classes or not paying attention in the ones he actually attends all ads up.
“Are you going to tell me why you can’t go to the last?” Hermione slowly asked him already feeling like she knew the answer to it.
“No.” Draco shortly told her and then he sighed heavily, quickly regretting his way of speaking to her.
Draco sighed and grabbed her to him, embracing her tightly.
Hermione closed her eyes, relishing the warmth of their bodies together and the way that Draco held her.
She could tell that he was damn scared about something but when they were together, when they were close she felt that nobody could ever harm either of them and that they’d both survive this war together.
If she felt safe with him, Draco had always told her that he felt ‘home’ with her.
“You know I can’t tell you everything-“ Draco began tightening his hold around her fingers. “I don’t want you-“
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” Hermione whispered back at him letting him go and staring at his face. “I’ll be on the day you want me to be at Hogsmeade. Where do I meet you?”
He looked at her, contemplating what to answer and Hermione was sure that for a very brief moment, he was hesitant to tell her.
“Draco-“ Hermione asked again feeling like she had lost his attention.
“Outside the come and go room.” Draco clearly told her holding her close to him, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders and making sure that he heard what he had said.
Hermione blinked and she almost asked him to repeat what he had said.
She wasn’t sure what to say because Harry had told her and Ron that he had seen Draco more than once in that corridor.
Could Harry be telling the truth and could all his suspicions be correct?

But she trusted Draco.
She promised that she would trust him and that she would only believe what he tells her because no matter their sides at the war, no matter the bloodline they came from, no matter what happens, he would never lie to her.

“Draco, what are you doing-“
“It’s doesn’t matter, please.” Draco pleaded at her. “Please just see me there.”
He was obviously desperate and Hermione knew that they had no time to argue and he wasn’t going to answer her questions anyway.
Draco stood there, waiting for her to answer and Hermione knew by the look in his eyes that even if he was almost begging already, he would never force her to come with him.
He had made a promise to her that he would protect her for as much as he could and he would never force her to do anything that she didn’t like as he had made her promise not to ask questions that will compromise both of them – especially her – in the war.
“Alright.” Hermione sighed at him placing both her arms around him. “I’ll meet you outside the Room of Requirement.”
She heard him breath in relief against her neck and she could almost swear that he had whispered ‘thank the gods’ behind her head.
They remained like that for a moment – arms around one another and Draco resting her head against her.
Tonight, he needed her more than ever and she promised to be there in times he would need her, especially when he needed someone.
“Are you going to Slughorn’s party?” Hermione asked as they let go of one another.
“No.” Draco told her. “I wasn’t invited. Snape gave me detention for missing two practice. Are you going?”
Hermione gazed at him and she wasn’t sure which to ask him – why he had been missing two practices for Quidditch or the way he spoke of his godfather whom he was always fond of.

“Yes.” Hermione said. “McLaggen invited me and – “
His eyes were suddenly wide at her, a sudden rage passed along his gaze but it quickly disappeared when she reached for his hand.
“I’m only going because Harry needs me there.” Hermione explained to him. “And besides he’s going with Ginny and Neville is going with Luna and-“
“I really don’t need to hear the itinerary of your whole house.” Draco snapped at her rolling his eyes. “Why didn’t Potter just bloody ask you?”
“I didn’t think that you’d prefer Harry over someone else-“ Hermione said, almost smiling at him.
“Well, better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.” Draco spat at her, rolling his eyes. “Don’t you know the stories about how he is with women?”
“Well, I was-“
“If that pervert tries to do anything, you will tell me and the next time you see him, I swear to you he’ll be dragged out of here in a stretcher and it’s going to look like-“
“Draco, don’t be violent!” Hermione warned him although she was slightly smiling. “Don’t be jealous-“
“I’m not jealous.” Draco furiously said looking away but Hermione reached back for him. “I’m not jealous of that pathetic dim-witted –“
“Draco-“ Hermione gently began her hands reaching to his arms.
“I’m not jealous.” Draco said although his body language already showed her that he was as he turned away from her.

Hermione smiled and was quick and had placed both her arms around him, tightly pulling him to her and making sure that he wouldn’t be able to remove her arms around his waist.
He was taller and stronger so it was a little hard to do it, but Draco stood still and Hermione tightened her grip around his waist that he stopped prying his fingers to remove them from himself.
“Baby.” Hermione whispered, resting her face behind his back and inhaling his scent – something akin to fresh mint and something else that she couldn’t distinguish. “Baby..”
She repeated the word until his muscles relaxed and he gently touched the hands over his abdominal area.
Hermione smiled and she tried to reach up enclosing both hands up so she had both her arms under him, her fingers trying to reach over his shoulders as she locked him in place.
“I’m not jealous.” Draco gently said this time. “But I know that idiot and I know what he-“
“Sssh-“
“Don’t ssshhh me, I already told you that-“
“I’m savoring this moment and you’re interrupting it.” Hermione simply told him, tightening her grip around him.
“You’re what-?” Draco asked standing still as she felt Hermione just embrace him from behind, her body wrapped and warm around him and her breath against his neck as she continued to inhale him as if trying to memorize his scent.
“I’m only-“
“Sssh..”
“Hermione-“
“Ssssh.”
“’Mione…”
“Sssh..”
“Alright, fine.”

Hermione waited and felt his muscles relaxed against hers.
She smiled.
“I promise to see you after the party.” Hermione said. “I’ll see you in the alcove-“
“What are you wearing?” he was suddenly interested. “Don’t change after the party. And don’t wear anything that’ll-“
“You’re ruining the moment again.” Hermione coyly told him.
He stopped and smiled and relaxed again.
He gently turned her over to him and they faced one another, Hermione looking up at his taller form.
He cupped his long fingers along her jawline and Hermione closed her eyes, relishing the feel of his hands in her skin.
“I wish for the day where we would never have to hide in rooms and alcoves.” Hermione hopefully told him, looking up at him. “The day where you can be with my friends and your mother can-“
“I love you, baby.” Draco simply cut her short, pulling her to him and kissing her over the forehead. “Never forget that.”
“I love you too, Draco.” Hermione replied as he kept his lips pressed over her, holding her close.
He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent too and memorizing her details knowing that sooner or later, he might never see her again.
Draco let her go and Hermione smiled up at him.
She was smiling but she knew that he was in deep trouble for some reason and she promised that she would be there for him until the end.
“This is a war.” Draco told her. “Not everyone survives.”
“I still believe that day would come.” Hermione whispered back at him as is thumb gently movd along the lines of her lips. “And I know that day will come sooner if you cross that line and come with us-“
Draco stared at her, the longing in his eyes in her promise was evident.
“You have to go.” Draco only said, suddenly straightening himself and letting her go and taking his wand out to unlock the door. “I’ll meet you over the weekend.”

Hermione nodded at him and received one last deep kiss in her mouth that she returned as he pulled them to the door again and he unlocked it.
“Go first.” Draco said ending the kiss. “I’ll see you.”
“Please take care of yourself.” Hermione said as he helped her slid off from the room.
“And you stay away from trouble.” Draco whispered kissing her hand before letting her out of the room and closing it behind her with a heavy heart and mind.

Harry stared over the empty apartment that he and Hermione used to hang-out to.
Ofcourse she wasn’t around and he wasn’t sure when she was ever going to be around again.
A glass of wine was next to the wedding invitation that Hermione had sent him and the rest of the Weasleys but he had a note to his.
She apologized to him for not being able to send or give it to him personally because ‘she was on the run’ with Draco, exchanging hotels after another because of the press that were insistent in following them.
She apologized to him for the last time they had talked and that he has nothing to be worried about because she wasn’t mad at him but at the moment, she only needed her bestfriend to understand the situations without so much questions.
Hermione pointed out that she was safe with Draco and by far, he does everything in order to protect her and ensure that the Daily Prophet doesn’t get to her or bother her with questions that are targeted to him anyway.
“Well he better protect you after getting you back in the same circus.” Harry miserably though draining the glass of wine and sinking back to his comfortable couch.
He had his wand in his hand and he lit the fireplace, staring at how empty and lonely his apartment was now.
They usually had Friday nights together, hanging out after work – they would alternate who would cook, to whose apartment they’d go to and stay for the night and a lot of other fun things they did together.
And now, all of it were gone.
In a blink of a circumstance, it were all gone.

He promised that he would stay away and he did that part of the bargain.
And he took care of Hermione when he left and he did his part of the bargain.
And right now, everything was just going in circles they were back at square one doing the same circus they went through when he found out about Draco and Hermione and all the circumstances that escalated their situation from bad to worse.
And inspite of himself, he had made a promise – to protect her and be by her side.
Inspite his undermined and unprocessed feelings for her, he would stay with her until the end the way she had been, the way she had chosen to stand by his side despite of the love she had lost.

“Why are you fidgeting?” Harry asked as he reached her at one of the corner tables as Ginny agreed to momentarily leave him to see Luna and Neville.
“I’m not fidgeting.” Hermione lied to him taking the drink Harry had taken for Ginny. “Sorry, I’ll get her one later.”
She was nervous.
Even if Draco said that he wasn’t invited and that he wasn’t going to be in the Slug Club party, she overheard that Filch was telling Snape off that he had seen the boy right outside the room but had quickly vanished.
Snape had dismissed Filch but she noticed that Snape had kept a closer distance towards the exit of the room after giving Filch a curt nod to stay.
She wasn’t sure what exactly has happened but Draco has mentioned about once or twice that he had an argument with Snape and for that to happen, it might have been serious.
He wasn’t only his godfather, but everyone at the school knew that Snape was very closer to the Malfoys, especially to Draco’s mother.
And it wasn’t a secret at all that he didn’t just favor the Slytherins amongst many things, but he took no reservations to show his favoritism to Draco Malfoy in particular.
Even if Draco never told her, she was sure that it had something to do with Lucius Malfoy failing at the Ministry of Magic and Severus Snape – the Order’s Spy – somewhat took his place in the circle of the Dark Lord.
And if they had – or rather Draco was harboring ill-feelings to his godfather – he would definitely retaliate to whatever Snape would do to him upon finding out that he was here when he wasn’t just not invited, but was also meant to be in detention as she’s last heard.

“You alright?” Harry asked her seeing the look over her face as she drained the glass fast. “Did McLaggen do anything-“
“No, he’s occupied.” Hermione said pointing at the direction of the buffet table. “I kept asking him for stuff and telling him that it’s the wrong dish or drink so he kept coming back there. He’s already in his fourth run.”
They looked at one another, smirking and for a moment, the worry in her face vanished.
But it had gone as quickly as it had come because she saw Draco’s form, stealthily walking behind curtains and the taller students.
He had indeed snuck right inside the party and the way he was walking, he was already making his way out and he was completely unaware that Snape was at very close proximity by the door.
“Oh my god.” Hermione muttered quickly lowering the glass back down the table and before Harry could even follow her, she had pulled her dress up and painfully ran across the room through her shoes like Cinderella running for her life in her glass slippers.

Hermione promised that she wasn’t going to be out this late in a city that she barely knew.
But Harry had for the second to the last night of their stay in Paris go to a special wine-and pizza bar for the night and would wait for her there.
She thought that he had some sort of ‘date’ with possible French woman she’d meet and although he denied it, she promised that she would follow and see him there.
But she had missed the time.
She had overstayed into one of the best cafes in the city with three new books in her hands that she barely noticed that it was already half past nine.
She didn’t even know the way towards the place Harry had told her to meet him.
“Lost la bella?”
Hermione halted at the darkened street in the part of the city she didn’t know of.
She didn’t turn but she heard footsteps coming to her – possibly about two or three more people.
“How about some drinks?” one of them asked as they neared her.
Hermione’s already moved her hand inside her coat for her wand and listened to their whispers.
They weren’t French men.
Maybe foreigner but definitely not from that city either.
And they were bloody drunk.
Hermione breathed heavily, trying to calm herself down in the situation.
Her eyes moved around the place – it was dark and the streetlight were quite far.
A dark alleyway was nearby where she could be dragged or she could run to – either way, she didn’t like to go that direction.
There were a couple walking by but they were too far to even just hear her screams – if she was still able to scream at that point.
Either direction, it’ll take her minutes to get closer to any block with establishments and other people to see her.
Fuck.
“French? Italian?” one of them asked as they neared her, encircling her.
It was a bloody stupid idea to go out without Harry at night – a very clear note to self should she survive this situation.
She had a wand but she was outnumbered and by the looks of it, these tall and heavy looking men didn’t seem to have reservations on having to hurt her physically to get closer to her.
She gently moved and looked behind her, the three of them smiling at her – all their eyes were moving along her body.
“Ah, English.” one of them said although she could swear his accent was German. “Vacation?”
She still didn’t answer.
Her eyes and head spun as she tried to think of a way out of the situation.
“How about you come with us- “ the German guy proposed in good English. “We’ll treat you to some beer and maybe we’ll tour you to the rest of the beautiful place in Pairs?”
“Oui?” one of them mocked and laughed as they advanced towards her. “You can also pretty dance for us tonight – lap dance!”
They all jeered and laughed at her, scaring her more.
She could now feel her heart, pounding fast.
“And how about after that, we can then take turns sharing you to bed! I’m sure those long legs would look very good wide spread into the mattress of our very ugly hotel.” one of the Italians said in perfect English. “What say you, mademoiselle?”
Hermione had already taken her hand inside her pocket and halfway into pulling her wand out when a very familiar voice came.
“How about not?”
They all turned to the direction but Hermione had barely understood what had happened because three heavy objects had come flying from the darkness and had hit the three men squarely and they all fell off the floor with the splat kind of sound.
Hermione’s heart pounded as Draco came out of the shadows, a heavy bat in his hand and in his other hand, he was tossing up and back in their another large watermelon.
“Draco..” Hermione gasped in obvious delight, her heart sinking in relief as Draco stood there, smirking at the three men as if he had won the Golden Snitch.
“So who’s going to take this one out?” he had asked with a smile as he walked forward Hermione, placing himself before her and not removing his eyes over the three men who were on the floor, scrambling off the ground and ready to take off.

The echoes of her screams would never leave him even in his dreams.

She was crying, desperately crying for his name..

Lucius heavily pinned her firmly against the carpeted floor of the suite, trying to block her voice as she screamed his own son’s name repeatedly.
“Nobody is coming to your rescue-“ he gasped as he struggled to take her clothes off. “You hold still, you filthy little Mudblood-“
Her helpless cries were echoing against his merciless rundown, the evil cackle his voice made while he trapped her down on the floor with his weight.
His hands had managed to halfway tear her clothes off when Hermione’s loud screams were soon drowned by another sound.
Hermione had barely registered what had happened next – it were all too fast that all she saw through her tears were blurred images and hazy sounds out of her distraught state.
All she was able to comprehend was Lucius’ assault towards her had come into an abrupt halt with his laughter that dying away within a sound of something heavy being dropped next to them over the carpeted floor.
Hermione gasped for breath as she tried to recover from the floor, crawling away from the situation, her whole body shaking.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the large vase décor in the room, broken into pieces near them and Lucius in agony, a blood trail coming from him.
“No, wait--“ his voice tried to speak as he felt the whole room spinning in his view, his hand clutching the back of his head that was bleeding.
She could hear Lucius’s muffled voice through what sounded like a heavy attack on his being.
“I TOLD YOU- “ screamed a monstrous voice. “I TOLD YOU TO NEVER – EVER – FUCKING LAY YOUR HANDS ON HER!”
It was Draco.
Even in her confused and distraught, she would recognize that voice anywhere else in the world.
He was red in the face, eyes and face wide and murderous.
“Draco…” she gently mouth in fear as she looked up again and saw Draco standing over his own father.
She wanted to go to him to stop him but she felt frozen where she stood, her heart stomping out of her chest in the present situation.
Hermione barely recognized him as she had never seen him this angry ever before.
Draco looked beyond livid – his eyes mad and his features red in spite and anger.
“I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU!” Draco screamed at his own father’s face, his features mixed with hatred and tears. “I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY - I’M GOING TO KILL YOU – YOU BASTARD! I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
She heard a clatter on the floor and she saw Draco’s wand rolling next to her.
In her heady state, she saw their silhouette across the room as Draco dragged him away from her across the room and had dumped him down and began to punch him to death.
“NO!” Hermione screamed in fear of Draco getting into more trouble. “Draco – no!”
He had the upperhand in the situation and he took it with all his might.
He was hitting him hard with his fists, seeing that his anger was better vent out with bare hands than with a wand.
And before Hermione could even do anything else or attempt to get nearer them to stop Draco, the boy had bent forward and had dragged his own father by the collar of his clothes and had dragged him to another part of the room like some ragged doll.
Hermione saw Lucius struggling, but the back of his head and face were already bleeding and he could barely reach out to Draco at his attempts to stop him.
Lucius was close to unconscious, his face filled with blood from Draco’s attack but his hands moved upward, trying to reach Draco to drag his attention.

Hermione thought that it was enough that he had arrived and had stopped the situation before Lucius was ever able to do anything else to her.
He didn’t have to be a murderer tonight.
“Draco, no, you’re not a murderer..” Hermione cried, barefoot as she was, she followed them across the room but Draco seemed to have long been gone the moment he saw his own father on top of Hermione’s helpless form.. “Don’t…Please.”
She watched in fear as she realized that Draco had dragged his father painfully by the collar of his neck to the point of choking him right across the room towards the open terrace of their suite.
“NO, DRACO – NO!” Hermione cried at him, halfway tripping over as she worked her way towards them to stop Draco.
Draco breathed heavily as he stared down at his father, tears leaking at the sides of his eyes.

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU-“ Draco spat at him as with all his strength, he heaved him up by the small yet steep balcony of their hotel suite. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO TEST ME – I WARNED YOU TIME AND AGAIN - NEVER TO DO THAT –“
“Draco –“ Lucius attempted, coughing out blood from his mouth. “Draco, my son-“
“YOU DO NOT CALL ME THAT!”
“Draco, please – son, don’t over-react-“ Lucius choked out as his fingers tried to reach for Draco.
“DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Draco yelled at him punching him one more time as he dragged him a few inches closer the edge of the terrace.
He stood over his father and struggled, his hands shaking as he held Lucius Malfoy by the neck, half hanging now outside the window.
“What do you find in her, Draco?” Lucius struggled to speak against Draco’s contempt. “Don’t be ridiculous – you’re not in love, you never were – she was just a good fuck-“
Another blow from Draco and Lucius was not completely unrecognizable.
“YOU DON’T SPEAK TO HER THAT WAY!” Draco roared at his father’s face, his fists shaking in anger as he raised it up in the air, ready to strike for another time while his other hand choked him down.
“The Mudblood doesn’t know what you are, does she?” Lucius mocked Draco as he hang by his neck with Draco’s hold the only thing stopping him from going downward from the 24th floor of the building. “She doesn’t know what love has turned you into does she?”
Blue eyes met grey ones and Lucius knew that all trace of pity or affection of a son towards him had long been gone.
“I’m going to kill you.” Draco breathed at him lowering his fist down. “And you know I can.”

Fear passed Lucius’ eyes for the first time at that moment.
“Please..” Lucius’ voice had changed as he begged him like the coward Draco always knew he was. “Draco..My son..”
“I warned you.” Draco breathed angrily at his father’s bloody face. “You never – ever – learn.”
“You’re going to kill me son?” Lucius asked softly, blood sputtering from his mouth. “You’re going to kill me over this Mudbood whore-“
Another blow from Draco.
“YOU DON’T CALL HER THAT!” Draco screamed at his face, his veins visible now at his temple as his blonde hair fell over his face.
Hermione screamed at him but Draco was far out by now, eyes focused on his murdering and perverted father.
“Come on, son.” Lucius begged him forcing a smile to Draco. “What are you going to do? You didn’t get to fight for her before – what makes you think--“
Lucius chocked as Draco’s fingers dug deeper and deeper around his neck, pushing him farther to the edge of the balcony.
Lucius’ eyes moved sideways, checking how far he was from death as his body hang literally at the edge of his death.
Despite their great view and the cold and soothing air against their faces, all he could smell was death and the view of his son over him, face filled with so much hate that he barely recognized his own son.

Draco had truly fallen in love with her.

He had long ago lost his son to this Mudblood.
“Don’t call her what?” Lucius mocked him shaking his head. “Have you forgotten what she did – have you forgotten that she had chosen Potter over-“
“YOU DON’T TELL ME –“ Draco pressed and pushed him farther the balcony. “YOU DON’T-“
Draco’s anger for his father was beyond and Lucius knew that he had lost his son a very long time ago.
His face looked conflicted – hatred was written all over his features but at the same time, the thought of what he knew he could do to his father despite of all that they’ve been through.
Draco blinked away the tears in his eyes, replaced by nothing else but hatred.

“Come, Draco.” Lucius gently said. “I am your father.. I still am your father-“
“You’re a murderer-“
“What are you doing to do?” he asked him with a smile at the side of his lips. “Are you going to choke me to death?”
“No.” Draco whispered back in a deadly way as he lessened his grip around his neck. “I’m going to push you out of this fucking balcony.”

For a moment, he thought Draco was joking.
And then his eyes widened as he saw the gleam in Draco’s eyes.

“No, son – Draco, please-“ Lucius whimpered at him, shaking and with panic in his eyes as he quickly clawed his fingers around his arm but Draco shoved them off. “My son-“
Every bit of hatred through the years appeared in Draco’s face, reflected in his father’s eyes as they stared at one another as in the first time in his life, Lucius Malfoy’s life was at the mercy of the only son he had loved and lost through time.
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