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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:
December and January are the busiest months for us musicians bearing the extra teaching hours, the events we have to play to and what-not.
Anyway here is another chapter to make up for that missed update and then ofcourse I will soon post the latest one so all my websites are on the same updated page.
Lots of love. sending love and light
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Chapter Thirty Seven
The Bond

"Please…" her voice came from somewhere around the room. "You're not a murderer. You're not like him."
And then a warm, comforting and consoling hand came over him that seemed to have dragged him out of the darkness of hatred and spite.
Draco blinked and he realized what he was doing.
He looked around and saw his own father hanging inches from death, his hands hanging around Draco for dear life as his own son is ready to let him go to his pit-fall.
Tears came along Draco's eyes and Hermione was standing right behind him, hand around his arm that was holding Lucius down whose eyes were closed and face chalk white already.
"This isn't you." Hermione whispered to him as she reached through him, through his soul. "You are not your father. You're not a murderer."
Draco's mind battled and her voice slowly calmed him down despite that all he had seen earlier made him feel beyond murderous.
He had promised himself never again would he ever allow his father to come near her, to touch her.
He wanted nothing at that very moment but to kill him – but he suddenly couldn't even if his life was literally in his hands.

Was he a coward?
No.
Did he still care for his father?
No, definitely not.

But there was something about Hermione's presence that stopped him entirely.
He felt that he shouldn't even be thinking twice about it and just push his father off the balcony since he would obviously get away since this was self-defense of Hermione.
But something about her, her words and touch stopped him.

"If I let him be.." Draco muttered through gritted teeth trying to clear his visions tear-free. "If I allow him to pass this one out Hermione, he's going to-"
"I promise he won't." Hermione said her eyes moving momentarily at Lucius with so much spite and hate. "I promise you that he wouldn't try it again. He knows what you can do now. He will remember tonight and he will bear in his mind that you are no longer the son he knows of.."
A stark of something dangerous passed Hermione's eyes for which neither of the man noticed nor caught.
"He will remember what you reminded him of tonight, Draco." Hermione whispered behind his ear, enclosing his hand around him. "He's not brilliant but he's not daft to try it out again. He should be made aware now that we're engaged, we are linked together. He will not forget that."
And for a brief moment, Hermione's engagement ring had sparkled in the light of the night as she moved it closer to Draco.
Draco's expression told Hermione that he was losing the battle between murdering his own father to listening to Hermione's whispers in his ear.
And Lucius felt for the very brief moment that Draco was fighting off the emotions in him that Hermione has somewhat had some spellbound over his son for which cannot be broken.
"Draco.." Lucius croaked out not out of plea, but a voice that was trying to awaken his son back to him. "Draco, please…"
"You don't tell me-" Draco suddenly lashed clasping him harder, choking him. "You don't-"
Hermione's eyes gleamed back at Lucius but she didn't move away her lips from Draco's ears – she kept him in place, warm and enticed with her voice and touch.
"You're not him, Draco.." Hermione whispered to him. "You are not like him. There are ways to deal with him and we both know that this isn't that one. He's not worth it, Draco. He's not."

Draco stared back down at Lucius whose breathing were slowing down and had slowly opened his eyes to look up at his son.
He had heard everything Hermione had said and upon one quick glance, he realized that their rings were enchanted together.
He would have known immediately if she was in danger simply because of that damned ring.

Bullocks.

How could he have missed it?

Ofcourse Draco would do everything to ensure her safety, he would protect her at all lengths possible and an engagement ring – one she would most likely never remove – would be one little yet very significant form of his protection over her.

Draco's eyes stared hard on his father and then with a sudden and painful jolt, he tugged him strongly up and threw him literally over the stone-cold floor of the balcony where he fell face first and bled the moment his face hit the ground.
Hermione gasped and quickly moved behind Draco, holding his free hand with both of hers.
She could feel the intense heat in his body, his entire hate from his father affecting the magic that was coming out from him as sparks were pulsating on and off from the tip of his wand.
"Get the fuck out of here." Draco spat at him, pulling his wand out and kicking him over his gut. "Get the fuck out of here before I bloody change my mind."

Lucius coughed and spat blood out of his mouth and despite his visions still clearing, his head heavy and dizzy from all the blood that ran up to it and his high-heart rate, he crawled like a coward away.
He was choking in his own spite and fear and it was so obvious that he was trying to avoid gazing at Hermione although he gave Draco a look that didn't even threaten him.
Draco returned the wordless gaze with a strong stance and merely lifted his wand a little to show him that he wasn't afraid to use it even at that point.
He cursed at them both especially and spitefully at Hermione and then he staggered as fast as he could away from the balcony, back into the room and before they both knew it, he had scrambled out of the room like a fearful child.

A long drawn silence grew in the room and then it was suddenly broken when Hermione burst into loud, exhausted and fearful tears and broke down completely into Draco's arms who held her down with him on the floor, eyes tearful as he brushed her hand, consoling her with words he knew had always worked for her, regardless if she asks later how he did.

Draco never left her that night.
He stayed the whole night in her suite until he was sure that she was in deep sleep.
Even if she didn't ask him, he knew that she wanted him to stay.
He offered to sleep at the couch and Hermione said that she didn't want to be alone and so he asked her what would have helped.

"A book." Hermione whispered to him although he already knew that. "Will you read to me?"
"Ofcourse." Draco automatically answered realizing that he wasn't sure if there was any book in the shopping bags. "Which one?"
"Any." Hermione said although he had already picked one that was a collection of French poems that he knew she loved.
If this was a normal situation, he knew that she would ask him if he did know how to read French and would even mock him for it but she didn't.
Which made it more obvious that she still wasn't alright.
He read her the Muggle book with his head, still filled with concern on her being.
For the first minutes, they sat together in the couch until Hermione moved of her own and laid her head on his lap, curled into a ball as she listened to Draco.
And despite his reservations, Draco read to her with the small book in his right hand while his left hand in its own accord, began to gently stroke her hair which seemed to have calmed her according to the breathing pattern he felt was changing beneath his touch.
He read and read to her, not hearing any complains to some of his bad accent, not asking him to stop, not saying anything entirely.
He just read for her until he noticed that her fingers had stopped moving at the edge of the couch and her breathing pattern had become slow and stable.
He gently looked over to her without halting the paragraph he had been reading to her and saw that she had finally fallen asleep.
He finished the passage and thought over of what to do.

"Hermione?" he whispered gently. "'Mione?"
There was no answer either way.
He gently and as slowly as he could, closed the book and placed it aside, moving himself over the couch wondering what he must do.
It might have been half past three or maybe four in the morning and he didn't want to wake her up now that she was calm and in deep sleep.
So he decided to carry her as slowly as he could without waking her up back to the bedroom.
He breathed in heavily, trying not to be swayed but her scent - he had always longed to be this close to her and never thought he would ever be again.
He looked down at her dark messy tresses as they had always been,, her seemingly frail form in her sleep and the way her thin lips moved and edged a little as she inhaled and exhaled in her sleep.
She was still as he had always remember her to be – simply beautiful and gentle in every way.
And she didn't deserve anything that she had endured and he had allowed to endure.
He was halfway through the bedroom when she jerked her head a little and slowly opened her eyes.
He halted his way and stared back down at her.
"What's going on?" she murmured, half-asleep.
"Sorry to wake you." Draco whispered back at her. "I'll just bring you to the bed so you can rest better and-"
"Your eyes-" Hermione suddenly said and her tone told Draco that she was half awake and half into the dreamworld already.
She must be thinking that this was some kind of dream.

He gave her a short smile.
"Go to sleep, 'Mione." Draco said. "You're with me. Go back to –"
"Your eyes are sad." Hermione pointed out. "What's making you sad?"
She was obviously still half-asleep as she didn't seem to remember what had just happened earlier on.
She moved her other hand around his neck as Draco heaved her up properly now she was awake and her other hand gently ran up to his face.
Her fingers gently touched the burned marked and for that bit of moment, he closed his eyes, relishing the warmth and comfort of the tips of her fingers.
At that moment, he didn't feel ashamed of being this close to her and for her seeing right through his scarred face, his marked past.
"I'm not sad." Draco said and before he could stop himself, he moved his face closer to her and planted a warm and gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're only sleepy. Come now, go back to sleep. You're dreaming."
And before she could have the energy to protest, Hermione nodded and murmured something before closing her eyes again and drifting off and Draco reached the bedroom and gently placed her over it.
He pulled the thick sheets over her to ensure that she doesn't feel cold over the night and just as he finished placing pillows around her and was about to leave, her hand came out of nowhere and reached for his left arm.
"'Mione-"
"Don't go." Hermione whispered, eyes closed and gently brushing her left arm. "Stay with me. Please don't go."
He wanted to say no, he wanted to say that she should sleep and not mind him.
There was so much he wanted to say in protest of this.
But he knew that this was a feeling he couldn't fight any longer.
This was a battle he had been slowly losing for the past days and weeks and he knew that he couldn't run away from it.

Maybe just a nap, he told himself.
Lies, all lies.
I'm just tired, he told himself again.
Goddamned lies.

Draco sighed heavily and kissed her forehead again and turned to the other side of the bed and began to crawl up next to her.
He settled himself behind her, pulling the sheets to them both and more for her, his head resting against the headboard of the bed.
He closed his eyes knowing his whole body was tired and his mind was still racing and sleep was nowhere coming.
But he stayed there, there was comfort in her warmth and presence and he wasn't going to deny himself of that part.
He calmed her down today before he could have done something that he knew wasn't him and would really regret later on.
He must think of ways, of things to do to ensure that it doesn't happen again and his father never gets anywhere near Hermione.
He was insistent and consistent into getting back to her.
She was still his target after all these years.
The bastard never learned his lesson.

Maybe he should talk to Potter about it or maybe not.
Maybe there are measures to be taken and he could take without asking that boy for help.
They didn't exactly get engaged for real for him to be unable to protect her for things and people like his father, right?
But right now, none of these things mattered.
No.
What mattered at the moment was this very moment when they were together, just like years before, when it was just the two of them, living in the comfort that they had one another.
And he thought he was falling asleep because he slowly felt Hermione edging herself back at him, scooting back to his comfortable body, unconsciously seeking for his warmth.
Draco opened his eyes and slowly slid better and closer under the sheets to her.
"I'm here." Draco said kissing the cheek that was exposed to him as she slept on, as he reached over her for her hand and they held hands together. "I'm here. Nothing's going to harm you. Sleep, my love."
And despite his reservations, Draco had slowly succumb his heavily exhausted mind and body into a comfortable sleep right next to Hermione as they breathed in the same pattern, holding hands, bodies warm and close against one another, seeking for that familiar comfort that was there in all those years despite of the memories loss and the years that had passed.

" Draco." Hermione gasped as she removed the cloak around her and Draco's eyes ran to it.
A look of spite passed his eyes as he glared down at the Invisibility Cloak that he knew had been existing all these years for which enabled famous Harry Potter to his escapades without being caught.
But bearing that Hermione had proved that and had used it in front of him, he could no longer use it against the boy because of the story that will entail how he found out about it.

The irony of life and things.

" What do you want?" he asked knowing he shouldn't sound so cold towards her.
" What do I want?" she repeated disbelievingly as she hurriedly stashed the cloak inside her bag and moved them closer to their alcove.
His eyes passed her cloak and her bag and he knew that she was on her way out with her friends for the Hogsmeade weekend for which he had been forbidden to go after his detention with Snape.
" Why were you sneaking at Slughorn's?" Hermione had asked him straight out. "You were caught and you were given detention by professor Snape neverthe-"
" I don't remember that being your problem." Draco snapped at her, crossing her arms and leaning against the alcove wall for which she had pushed him into. "I don't remember asking you being involved around any of it. I don't know why this is a big deal to you."
" Excuse me?" Hermione asked him, eyes wide at him as she moved closer.
" Is this what Gryffindors do?" he spitefully said glaring at her outfit, envy crippling him all over knowing she was going to spend the weekend with her bestfriends and without him. "You know, snoop around?"

Hermione blinked and stared at him and his attitude towards her and the words he had used on her.
He immediately sensed her agitation but he didn't say anything despite that he already regretted what he had said.

" Is that what you think I'm doing?" Hermione lashed back at him. "Snooping on you?"
" You tell me what you're doing." Draco simply said, a challenge in his gaze.
Hermione gritted her teeth, staring up at him with a mixture of confusion and anger in her gaze.
" I'm worried about you, that's what!" Hermione angrily told him, trying to control her voice from raising up another notch. "You sneak around knowing you weren't invited, you got into trouble with professor Snape, you got detention and now you won't even tell me what's going on with you- no, you look at me!"
Hermione moved him and forced him to look back at her but he suddenly, out of reflex, swayed her hand away from him as if afraid to catch something she has.

Hermione's eyes widened even more at the motion he had done.

" Draco-"
" Why do you have to know everything!" he angrily yelled at her losing it. "Why the hell do I have to report and tell you everything that I'm doing and why I'm doing it!"
" Well aren't you supposed to?" Hermione yelled back. "Aren't you – don't I have – "
" Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Draco angrily screamed at her, eyes filled with anger and fear and threatening with tears at the frustration and pressure he had been enduring these past days.
Everything was there in his eyes and Hermione didn't miss any of it.
She didn't understand, but she knew there was something.
Something was horribly wrong and horribly growing in Draco and she could almost see the vision of a monster that was slowly luring him to the dark side.
" Draco-"
" Why do you keep on meddling with my life, who the fuck do you think you are?!" Draco lashed at her and at that split moment, the monster in him had grown out as he moved forward her, fingers suddenly reaching out to her, grasping either side of her arms painfully.
His eyes reached hers and Hermione's tears burst out in pain and fear in him as he held her tightly, fingers pressing painfully around her as the moment progressed.
" My arms-" Hermione cried at him as she sank back against the wall. "Draco, please-"

He blinked and in that instant that tears cleared his eyes, he let go of her.
The monster in him had quickly vanished as quickly as it had come.

Draco moved towards her and Hermione inched a little away and he knew the damage was already there.
" I'm sorry." Draco quickly cried at him reaching out and firmly grasping her in his arms but this time, in a tight and comforting embrace. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry – Baby, I'm sorry, fuck – I'm sorry, baby, please, please I'm sorry.. I didn't mean.."
Hermione breathed in heavily in his arms, she could deeply inhale his mint scent as well as the fear that was consuming him at what he had done.
" I'm sorry, please forgive me.. " Draco whispered at her kissing her forehead in assurance. "I'm sorry baby, please, I'm really sorry."
Hermione was still slightly shaking in the pain he had caused her both physically and emotionally but his warm embrace and comforting voice and words were enough to slowly calm her and bring her back to him.
He could tell that he was thinking fast if she should run away now or stay with him, he could just feel the fast pump of her heartbeat right through his chest as he enclosed the space between them, ensuring that there is no gap in between them as if he was piecing together what he knew he had just broke.
" I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." Draco kept saying, closing his eyes in silent prayer to the gods. "Please, say something, please.. 'Mione…"
She inhaled sharply in his chest as if gathering the strength to keep herself together, to keep herself in place and to keep herself standing still before him.
She wasn't alright but she always knew that one way or another, the Draco she knew before was still there and she had hoped that he would let that version of him go.

He would learn but she also knew that it wasn't easy.

" I'm fine." Hermione managed to whispered letting him go and gently pushing herself from him so she could look up at his face ridden with regret and guilt. "I'm fine. I'm sorry for having to say-"
" I shouldn't have said that." Draco whispered back towards her. "I shouldn't have… ofcourse you have every right, you have every bit of right to know everything-"
" No." Hermione said gently placing space between them. "It's not my right. And I never wanted to force things out of you, we talked about that already."
" Mione-"
" No, Draco." Hermione said looking up at his eyes, forcing herself not to cry again. "We already talked about it. You tell me what you can, when you want and only if you want. Only if you trust me enough-"
" I trust you." Draco quickly countered at her. "I trust you more than anyone and I need you to know that."
" But Draco.."

" But I don't trust myself." Draco admitted his defeat. "I don't trust myself around you. I don't trust myself that I can always protect you even from myself. I don't trust myself that I can-I'm afraid, Hermione. I'm afraid of everything that I couldn't possibly do for you – I need to – I don't now – I'm scared that I might-"
" What did we promise one another when we decided to do this?" Hermione asked him, her eyes firm at him. "What did we promise one another when we decided to do this?"
" Mione.."
" Tell me what we promised one another." Hermione said firmly grasping his fingers in hers then. "Say it, Draco.."
He looked at her, her usually warm eyes gazing back at him with a piercing stance.
" If we're going to do this, we're going to go through all of it, together." Draco whispered at her, unblinking.
" Together." Hermione repeated. "And what else?"

Draco sighed heavily as if he regretted ever going through that promise.

" And if we're going to do things, we won't be afraid. For if we are afraid-"
" Then we won't do it." Hermione finished for him. "And we must not be afraid. What do we have?"
" Trust." Draco said the word as if he didn't want to say it because he didn't trust himself at all with their situation. "We have trust."
" Because if we don't have trust?" Hermione asked him, edging him to continue.
" Then we have nothing." Draco sighed heavily at her. "And we will always have one another."

" Until the end." Hermione said assuring him and nuzzling her face closer to him knowing she had brought him back to her now.
" Until the end." Draco whispered back at her, moving his face closer to hers. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I love you baby."

And then Hermione nodded, closing her eyes as she accepted Draco's deep kiss without knowing, oblivious to it all that Draco was at that very moment, more than just afraid but also beyond reprieve at the mission he had just accepted that will bring forth everything closer to the war with the Dark Lord.
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