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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'm alive oh my goodness. please bear with me.
I have no meant to abandon any of my works ofcourse, but writing seems to be very hard these days - emotionally and because of my work load.

after my dad's passing the months seemed to have gone down and up and down and in a spiral motion and now I have been flooded with work because it's summer in my country and music lessons are all over in demand and 'm trying to get in as much students and work as possible.
but I felt burnt out lately so I decided to do some writing again which I tried squeezing in the early hours of the morning before my work.
hopefully this one chapter makes up even for a little for my long absence.
will be updating the rest of my stories hopefully within the week.
lots of love
i'm alive oh my goodness. please bear with me.
after my dad's passing the months seemed to have gone down and up and down and in a spiral motion and now I have been flooded with work because it's summer in my country and music lessons are all over in demand and 'm trying to get in as much students and work as possible.
but I felt burnt out lately so I decided to do some writing again which I tried squeezing in the early hours of the morning before my work.
hopefully this one chapter makes up even for a little for my long absence.
will be updating the rest of my stories hopefully within the week.
lots of love
i'm alive oh my goodness. please bear with me.
after my dad's passing the months seemed to have gone down and up and down and in a spiral motion and now I have been flooded with work because it's summer in my country and music lessons are all over in demand and 'm trying to get in as much students and work as possible.
but I felt burnt out lately so I decided to do some writing again which I tried squeezing in the early hours of the morning before my work.
hopefully this one chapter makes up even for a little for my long absence.
will be updating the rest of my stories hopefully within the week.
lots of love

Chapter Thirty Eight
Paris for Two

“Fuck.” Draco miserably thought as he stared by the hearth of the fireplace in their room.
He looked back in the dimly lit room and Hermione was still fast asleep on their bed, her back turned to his view as she slept peacefully and comfortable under the sheets.

But he couldn’t find the same peace and comfort.
He had fallen asleep for an hour or two but that was it.
He still couldn’t believe what his father attempted to do again and more so, how this time he was really close to murdering his own father.
But there wasn’t he wouldn’t do to protect her this time.
He arrived in the nick of time and he didn’t know how brutal things would have gone if he didn’t make it on time.
He swore he would never let him come anywhere closer to her but his father was really trying and pushing him to the edge.

He had really come close to murdering him.

He had to find a way to bring her somewhere he couldn’t follow, where nobody could possibly follow but that plan was close to impossible especially with the wedding that was coming for which the world was closely watching.

He couldn’t let anything bad to happen to her, not again, not this time.
He had already done so many things and he would continue doing so no matter the cost.
And Hermione, for the love of all the gods, was the only good thing that ever happened to him and he would never let fate do something horrible to her again.

“Bloody fuck.” Draco muttered turning away from the hearth and walking to their window where the night was very peaceful outside.
He pulled down the curtains to make sure the sunlight doesn’t wake her in the morning and walked back to their bed.

He stared down at her gentle form, fast asleep and oblivious to the reality that was happening beyond the memories she had now.
He knew that she is going to be devastated if she finds out about everything but he couldn’t bear the idea of her finding out the past he had tried and worked so hard for to conceal

He had never felt this good in a long time since those years and even if he knew the devastations of the past that could be brought forth to the present because of the days they are together, he couldn’t help himself.
He was still ever hopelessly in love with her especially now that he knows that the war was over and if not for his father or the society, they could finally be together again.

“We have nothing…” Hermione suddenly murmured and he heard it clearly.
She was dreaming obviously of that time and he had hoped that she doesn’t remember in the morning.
His eyes lit and he moved closer to the bed, kneeling by her bedside and slowly reaching for her head to brush her hair.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her even if the world was against them and still kept getting in their way.
He left for London, for Germany, for Paris – but he always had something – some sort of connection, some tie that led back towards her and told her how she was doing and if she was safe.

He looked at her and he knew that he was fucked as hell for all the decisions that he was going to make but it were all for the better.
He was a fool to deny himself of her because he knew that this time, he couldn’t leave her anymore.
He could never ever leave her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Water splashed all over his face, across the sink and all over the sides of the floor.
He was shaking in fear and frustration; he as growing desperate by the days.

His plan didn’t work and he nearly killed someone else again.
This was harder, way harder, than he originally thought of.

What was he thinking taking and accepting this task to prove the loyalty of his family?
What the fuck did he care about the war for as long as his family was alive?

Oh right.
He accepted this because he needed to keep his family alive, his mother alive.
But things were beginning to get out of hand and nothing about any of it was child’s play anymore.
Lives were getting risked and someone is going to die sooner or later if he does not aim right and hit his target squarely.

This was an impossible task.
He was going to die trying.

“Draco!” a voice gasped behind him and he heard a spell being casted and a door locking behind him.
Out of panic, he blindly reached for his wand and it rolled down the tiled floor, clattering loudly across the room.

He looked back, eyes still red from a mixture of his tears and water and heart beating fast.

“What – what are you doing here?” he managed as Hermione bent forward to pick his wand up and handed it over to him. “How did you know I was here?”
Hermione stared back at him, face slightly red and she was breathless.
Draco took his wand from him and moved away, facing the sink again and washing his face vigorously.
“Why are you in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom?” she asked, eyes wandering around the room because they both knew why people would go there – to either snog or brew something illegally.
“I needed to wash my face.” Draco quickly lied to her as he continued to wash his face by the sink that splashed ice-cold water. “This was the nearest bathroom.”
“Yes, but isn’t this Myrtle’s-“
“I haven’t seen her.” Draco simply said turning the faucet down and wiping his face with the back of his white sleeves.
Hermione walked closer to him and conjured a small warm cloth for him and handed it over.
“Thanks.” Draco only muttered back at her, grabbing it and wiping his face with it. “Come on, let’s go back. I don’t like this place very much.”
Hermione observed as he avoided to face her, hiding behind the façade that he was drying his face and arms.

“What?” Draco asked as he finished and turned to her, staring back at her questioning eyes.
She obviously didn’t believe his excuse why he was there but there was something else in her eyes.
“I think you should go first or else people might see us together and worse coming from this-“
“Did you go to Hogsmeade?” she asked her in a dry tone but her eyes looked like she was hoping that his answer was that he didn’t.
“What?” Draco asked her throwing the cloth aside and pulling his sleeves back down. “What do you mean if I-“
“You heard what I asked you.” Hermione said walking to face him because he moved and faced another way pretending to check his reflection against one of the half broken mirrors.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about- Hermione-“ Draco gasped as Hermione moved his arm and moved him to face her.
“I asked you.” Hermione desperately said and he saw the fear growing in her eyes. “Were you at Hogsmeade today?”
She’s obviously heard of what happened and it was obvious that she had been theorizing with Potter and Weasley about what happened to their friend that he almost killed earlier that day.

Draco finished buttoning up his sleeves and straightening himself out he looked back at her.
“No.” Draco flatly and clearly told her. “I didn’t leave the castle today.”
“Are you telling the truth?” Hermione desperately asked him back. “Please tell me the truth.”
“I’m telling you the truth!” he said in a slightly irritated manner. “I didn’t leave the bloody castle today-“
“But we have no classes today and we – Draco, please, what did you-“
“I spent the day in detention with Snape, alright!” Draco admitted to her. “I bloody spent the day washing cauldrons and refilling jars of stupid ingredients. He’s still onto me about answering him the other day.”
She stared at him, searching for lies but she couldn’t find any.
And suddenly, she realized the familiar stench of some of the ingredients from the Potions storeroom around his clothes and hair.

He looked back at her and suddenly, there was relief in her eyes.
She obviously hoped that he would tell her that he didn’t leave the castle.

“What’s gotten into you?” Draco asked her. “You’re home early. I thought you’re spending the day with Potter and Weasley at that-“
“Why was Snape upset about you?” she asked a little suspicious. “He’s never gotten mad at you-“
“I think he would get mad if it was a matter of me telling him off after catching him trying to ‘comfort’ my mother, do you think?”

Hermione looked sharply back at him.
She wasn’t sure that he was telling the truth.
And he looked back at her and was unsure if she believed him.
There was truth of that hate for Snape in his eyes but the reason behind it wasn’t very clear.

“I’m sorry. That’s not my place to ask.” Hermione muttered. “But didn’t you hear the attack?”
“I’m under the castle, way down below the dungeons. What should I have heard?” he sarcastically answered her without meaning to.
“Katie.” Hermione cut him short. “At Hogsmeade. Someone or something happened but she touched something that almost killed her. Professor Snape is looking for a cure but we’re not yet sure-“
“That’s why he suddenly left.” Draco told her. “He was asking me to place some things in order by the shelves but when I returned to the office to ask him something about it he wasn’t in his office anymore.”

They exchanged glares, obviously putting two things together.
She was bloody clever and bloody annoyingly clever at certain times.

“How is she doing?” Draco asked her with genuine concern in his voice. “Has she woken or spoken about-“
“They let her sleep. She’ll be questioned in the morning by the headmaster so we all hope she gets better to have a conversation.” Hermione simply answered him looking less worried about it and more worried about him. “I think we should go back upstairs.”
“Yeah, you head along.” Draco muttered. “I’ll follow. We don’t want to be seen, yeah?”

She looked doubtful but she also knew that he was right.
If they both wanted this relationship or whatever it was to last, they would have to be very careful and would have to follow certain things even if they didn’t want to.

He sighed and watched as she went to the door but halter before going out.
“Can we talk tonight?” she asked him but it sounded more like a bit of demand. “An hour after dinner. By the alcove?”
She looked hopeful but she sounded that it was already a sealed date.
“Yeah, sure.” Draco simply replied. “I’ll see you there later.”
He gave her an assuring smile but when she didn’t seem convinced, he walked to her and placed his hands on either side of her cheeks.
“I’ll be there.” Draco said kissing her over the forehead. “I promise.”
Hermione opened her eyes and nodded at him.
“I’ll wait there until you arrive. I’m not leaving until you do.” Hermione said and without another word, she slowly turned from him and left the bathroom, leaving Draco as miserable as he was before she arrived.

Katie Bell survived and although she was still unconscious and they weren’t as sure of her stable condition, he was beyond worried.
He was so dead if she remembers who handed her the package or at the least, the last face she’d seen before losing all memory when she opened the package out of her curiosity.
Curiosity could indeed kill the cat.

He was almost there and he was screwing this beyond he could imagine himself.
He was truly growing desperate and sooner or later, someone else is going to randomly die if he doesn’t accomplish his task soon.
Either someone else is going to get hurt and die or he was going to die trying to accomplish an impossible task to begin with.

Hermione woke up to the sound of tinkling china at the other end of the room.
She turned to the other side and found she was alone in the bedroom but small light as going through the gaps of the heavy curtains.
It was morning.

“Draco?” she called out and listened but all she heard was the sound his gentle voice thanking room service and then the closing of the door.
Her head was still heavy and her heart was still in turmoil about the previous day’s event but there was no time at the moment to dwell on that.
She was sure that she had some planning to do with Draco.

She still felt extremely shocked by the encounter with Lucius but for some reason, in a long time, she had fallen into a deep sleep.
She remembered that Draco stayed with her and slept next to her, arms around her.

She needed him and there was a tugging guilt in her heart that came with that feeling.

She was worried about where all these was going now because it was nowhere going with her original plans and Draco's take of things are getting ahead of them both and yet, she couldn't help but worry for him.

If she felt extremely bad about what happened the previous day, she could barely imagine what was turning inside Draco's head right now.
She was sure that he had not gotten the same good sleep that she had gotten for herself.

He worried her in ways that she didn't think she was ever going to possibly feel for Draco and she was already sure that was a bad thing for her side and her plans.

“Draco?” she called again as she got up and grabbed the silk robe at the end of the bed, walking barefoot to their small area at the front where Draco was obviously having his breakfast already.

She found him by their large couch, a cup of coffee lay at the small table before him but he was staring over a thick document and two small envelopes beside it.

“Hermione.” he greeted her, his voice sounded like he had difficulty speaking. “Have your breakfast.”
“Is everything…are you alright?” Hermione said ignoring the breakfast at the table at the other end of the room.
She looked at him, his eyes still deep in thought as if she or he wasn’t even there.
He was lost again in his thoughts.

“Draco.” Hermione began, concerned with his well-being. “Let’s not think about last night. What your father-“
“We need to do this another way.” Draco offered her suddenly with slight urgency in his voice, eyes lit with worry. “I have been thinking all night and I think we’ve been doing this wrongly.”
She stared as he pushed the two envelopes towards her to read.
Hermione was uncertain but she reached and opened them.
They were tickets to Paris that leaves that night.
“Draco?” her voice was a mixture of fear and surprise. “What – I don’t-“
“Let’s get married tomorrow. In secret. In Paris.” Draco urgently said now, moving the other documents aside, he moved forward her. “The world doesn’t need to know. This way, it will be safer we just need the documents and we can have them and – and just one another.”
He looked at her with hope in his eyes, with a desperate look in them as Hermione stared back at him, her eyes filled with fear at this decision he had come about.

Hermione felt her chest thumping fast at this gesture of Draco.
Surely lastnight had made an impact to them both but this measure was somewhat drastic – she had not foreseen this from Draco and she didn’t know what to do.
She wasn’t sure what this will bring them both and not even sure how it will affect her own plans and the worse of it all, Draco doesn’t really sound like he was asking.
This wasn’t an offer or invitation.
This was a fully measured plan that will go onto full action and take effect the moment she says yes.
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