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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:
It's a sort of two days holiday in my country right now or rather, I made today a holiday for myself. It's Mother's Day in my country so I spent it with my mom and absolutely did no kind of work (been burnt out with work lately) and tomorrow, is election day so a legit holiday but I would be putting on some work since the recital of my students it's coming up and i'm already dying with all the practice and lessons and rehearsals I nee to do myself as I need to accompany most of them.
So after day with mom, I decided to just write the night away and read a book or two before work consumes me back once more.

I hope all is well at your end.
I'm not sure how or how well you will take this chapter, but I have got a lot more of bombs up my sleeves.
Lots of love you guys

xx

Chapter Thirty Nine
Darkness

His fingers trembled as he held the old handle of the cabinet.
He stared with a calculating mind and eyes that bore of fear.
His heart thumping in an uneven pattern.
The bitten apple lone inside it.
It was ready.
They were all ready.
But was he – ready?

His fingers trembled as he knew that now, all his excuses were all over and that he would have no choice or way out of the situation.
The plan was set and ready to be in motion anytime that he raises the signal.
This was destiny set and it was inevitable.
He would aid the Dark Lord’s victory and in return, he would be able to save his mother’s life and Hermione Granger’s.
Harry Potter would never let harm come to her and the Order of the Phoenix will protect her knowing her kind was at stake once the Dark Lord advances.

He could no longer have her.
It was better this way, it was safer this way
After all, he would never ever be with her anyway.
Not when destiny was set for him even before he was born.
He was a Malfoy and there was no chance in the world that they would ever end up together.

“Can we just… sit and.. I don’t know, think first?” Hermione asked with constraint in her thought as she stared at Draco.
He sat opposite her over their large breakfast table where the best breakfast buffet seemed to be offered for her.
But she didn’t feel hungry.
Not after the news or offer or rather proposition of change of plans Draco had thrown over earlier that morning.
It was like he couldn’t wait the day to tell her and he didn’t even seem to have slept at all.

“I mean – you know, our position isn’t easy and all that and I know that this was well, my idea and all that-“ Hermione tried to think of all possible errors that this could really go wrong, “and I know we’re close to getting into a really bad situation if we don’t plan right away but isn’t this a bit of drastic?”
She was looking over at Draco who was just staring over the table, eyes not meeting hers.
She was panicking at the idea of what he asked of her.
Yes, this was her plan and part of her other plans but to run away from London and with Draco Malfoy wasn’t exactly part of that ploy.
Draco wasn’t thinking.
Well, if he were in his shoes, maybe she wouldn’t be able to think clearly as well.

“I mean, we both have jobs – I have work – and Harry-“ she paused as she thought of Harry whom she had last seen and fought with and recklessly, well, abandoned. “I mean, I know I will survive with you, that’s not a question-“
She turned away from Draco, standing up and moving away from the table.
She heard him push his chair gently away from the table, following her around the room.

Suddenly, she didn’t feel comfortable to look back at him.
She was thinking of Harry and how she missed him but no matter if they argued at their last meeting, she wasn’t that mad to just leave him for good.

And even if the plan would be temporary, she couldn’t find herself staying away for long or some time with only Draco in Paris even if that was Paris.

Money wasn’t the question.
With Draco’s wealth, they could probably live anywhere in the world and she would live a lavish and extravagant life so survival wasn’t a question.
So why then, was she panicking?
She looked over him and she trusts him – boy, she was trusting him enough to sleep next to him the previous night.
What was the fear?

“Are you afraid to be with me?” Draco suddenly asked her as if reading her mind and that placed a halt into her pacing endlessly across the room that was beginning to annoy Draco.
She moved away again and he followed until they were back against the wall of the suite.
She looked up at him and suddenly, the weight of really just the two of them being here seemed to hit her.
She had nowhere but Draco and if this whole Paris plan would go forth, she would be in another place, another country and a new life with just well, her husband, Draco Malfoy.

“What??” Hermione asked in a high-pitched voice. “Afraid of you? Why would that be?” she asked standing straight and taller.
He looked up at her, staring past her facial expression that was not giving away anything.
He moved closer until she was back against the wall, looking up at her with a face trying to look straight and not intimidated by his proximity.
He looked down at her and he placed one hand over her head against the wall and the other by her side completely blocking her from moving away from him.

“I could probably hex you right now but we’re on the same team so what makes you think I’m afraid to be with you?” Hermione asked him but her eyes were moving around the room. “I’m not afraid what kind of question – what are you doing?” she asked in an obvious panic as Draco reached for her hand.
“Afraid not afraid of me but to be with me.” Draco clarified the question, a raised brow because she was smart enough to understand the question without him having to clarify it. “Are you not comfortable with us together?”

She looked back up at him and for some reason, Draco suddenly looked so young, so handsome and well, attractive.
She was getting attracted to him and that hit her hard at that very moment.

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” Hermione sapped at him, avoiding his eyes as she tried to move away from him but he held her in place. “Excuse me, please move. I want to have my breakfast.”
But Draco was quick.
He blocked her in place and with his other hand, he reached for hers and held it warmly in his.
A sensation so different yet familiar came through from his touch and all over her body until the ends and tips of her toes.
She felt more uncomfortable than ever because she was actually and secretly, getting butterflies from that touch, that moment.

“This.” Draco had said holding her hand to stop her from moving completely. “Are you afraid of this?”
He looked at her, looking deep and straight through her soul and he could swear that he could hear her heart thumping fast at their close proximity.
He moved and edged closer her, his face only inches from her.
Draco moved closer as if to kiss her when Hermione back her head away as possible from him, tightly closing her eyes and unconsciously biting close her lips to refrain him from doing what he was about to do.

He stared at her and for a brief moment, he was amused at the sight of her so afraid of him to kiss her.
Draco smiled and nodded to himself seeing her so afraid of him as she cowered back against the wall – not so mighty as a witch now, eh?

“I understand.” Draco said after a while as he back away from her slowly, eyes not leaving her.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him, nervous but Draco was suddenly smiling and showing all his amusement to her expression.
“What the-“
“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” Draco chimed at her, a smile of victory playing over his face as he edged himself away from her and back to the table, throwing away all emotions for her again. “That face looks so cute on you. Have you never been kissed?”
He asked the question with an amused taste from his lips knowing it was infuriating her and knowing the answer to that question already.

“You’re such a prat.” Hermione chimed back at him wanting to throw her shoes back at him. “I’m sure it will look cute on your face too if it slowly turns into a ferret.”
He only chuckled as he sank back to his chair back to their table.
She walked back to the table, red in the face as she sat down.

“So have you ever been?” he asked her, giving her a haughty look. “Cause I could teach you, you know. We can practice.”
He winked at her and she looked away, flustered.
“Can we go back to the situation at hand?” Hermione demanded coolly back at him. “Can we handle that now?”
“We’re handling it.” Draco said reaching for her hand again across the table and now wearing a serious expression. “Let’s go away – you and I. Let’s leave for Paris. We would forget everything, they would forget.”
They stared at one another and Hermione saw that longing in his eyes and in return, Draco could swear that the thought of his offer was also swaying her to agree with him but that light from her eyes quickly flickered away.

“They won’t forget.” Hermione seriously said as she stared unblinkingly back at him. “I won’t forget.”
And then she sharply withdrew her hand away from him and kept it on her lap under the table.
She looked away from him and Draco felt in that very moment all the hate and spite in her being for whatever memory of the past has been left in her.

It hurt him to have all the riches in the world and yet have no power to help her overcome that past.

“I understand.” Draco said after a while, his eyes over the tickets across the table from them as he retreated himself back on the chair. “Well, I guess we’re not going so-“ he made to reach the tickets but Hermione stopped him.
They looked at one another again.
“Just let me think for a bit.” Hermione said grabbing the tickets from him. “Just give me until early afternoon.”
She stood up and held both tickets in her hands and she gave one look at Draco and then moved to the next room, grabbing her jacket with her.
“Where are you going?” he called after her, immediately following her as she dressed the jacket over her, keeping the hood up and intact.
“I need to think.” Hermione said. “With a clear mind and away…” her voice trailed off but it obviously meant away from him.
“Alright.” Draco said walking to the door to open it up for her. “Try not to be seen.”
He held the door open for her and she nodded at him.
“Just give me a few moments.” Hermione said keeping the envelopes inside her jacket pocket and keeping her hoodie in place. “Just give this time to me.”
“Yeah, I will.” Draco said knowing he had no say anyway to whatever she had her mind and heart wanted already.
“Thank you. I’ll be back before three.” Hermione said and they stood there completely unsure if a goodbye or a hug or a handshake was necessary.
Draco definitely and obviously didn’t want to initiate anything anymore to not further scare her.
But Hermione reached up to him in slight tiptoes and to his surprise she placed her hands around his neck and reached over for a very quick and warm kiss over the cheek.
Before he could completely comprehend what was happening, she had removed her arms around his neck and then moved herself away from him and turned, walking down the empty hallway of their suite corridor and disappearing with the sound of the elevators at the other end.

She couldn’t possibly sleep, something didn’t feel right.
Something was wrong.
It felt like something bad was about to happen.

Hermione looked up at the dying fire at the hearth of the Gryffindor Common Room and was battling whether to tell the other two about her feeling at that moment or simply go straight to Draco.
She didn’t like the last time they talked or the last time that she saw him.
He wasn’t feeling well and that already told her enough of all the hunch she was having at that very moment.

Before Hermione could decide on what to do, Harry had burst into the room and was looking both sweaty, anxious and slightly pale.
Ron had immediately reached forward as soon as Harry burst into the room and had nodded at them to follow him at a corner of the Common Room.

“What’s going on?” she asked immediately sensing urgency in Harry’s.
“I haven’t got time to explain.” Harry said as he fidgeted with a couple of things from a bag and then handed them a bottle and had brought up the coins from the D.A

The gleam of the coins immediately raised suspicion and worry in Hermione.
“I haven’t got time to explain.” Harry cut her short seeing her open her mouth to ask. “But I’ve got to go right now with professor Dumbledore. Round up who you can but be very, very careful.”
His eyes moved from her then to Ron as he handed them what she assumed was the Felix Felicis.
“Have everyone drink some.” Harry said engaging Ron into placing a drop for each of the D.A. members. “Please be careful. I’m going to Dumbledore to what he believes… Well, I don’t have time to explain but I promise that I will do so when we return.”

Hermione could only agree at that moment despite all the rush and fear she was feeling in her as she held one of the coins and the bottle of the Liquid Luck.

Before either she or Ron could ask any further questions, Harry had gathered his wand and left them without another word.

“Draco.” Hermione’s initial thought as Ron sat back trying to think how to reach the others without raising suspicions because they both knew that it wasn’t a good idea to raise alarm if indeed, something as going on.
As soon as Ron got occupied with Neville into the details of what Harry had just told the, Hermione immediately grabbed her wand and snuck out of the Common Room to hopefully, find Draco and find out what was going on or at the least, warn him if something was happening that he might endanger himself with.

Lucius sat with his backed turned to the bar and had just nodded to the barman to refill his drink.
The side of his face was still sporting a small scratch from Draco’s earlier advances and despite that it made him furious, he had realized how strong his son had grown into even without a mother and a father right after the war.

He had immensely found himself a new life and had managed to survive all the odds that he was sure the world has thrown at his son post-war
And yet he had made himself a career, a name and a life.
If only he was still the same boy, the son he was proud of, things would have been way better even if they had lost.
Then again, maybe if he remained that son, he would never have survived this world that had shunned him all the same.
The strength and the new life that Draco had built for him was beyond anything he could have imagined his son would be able to do for himself.
But Draco was different now, a Malfoy and not all the same.

He took a sip from the new glass that was served to him and then he heard a glass of vodka being poured next to him and the sound of a shuffle in the stool right beside him.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” said the voice and the sound of the glass being glided towards its drinker called his full attention.
Lucius smiled to himself, swallowing the sip from his drink and somehow, the drink tasting a lot better than it previously was.

“My son could murder me all the same but I’d come back to life for a deal I had struck many years ago.” Lucius simply replied moving his glass slightly away from him and slowly turning to his side to give a greeting to his company and reaching forward the crossed leg before him. “I’m glad you have come to your senses to amend things. I didn’t think you’re still up for it after all these years. But I must admit, years had done you really well, Miss Granger.”
“Soon to be, Malfoy.” the voice answered as the red hood of a cloak revealed a Hermione with darker gleam in her eyes and white dress with an emerald ribbon silk around her waist. “And not so fast.”

Hermione had reached over the hand that was trying to reach through her thighs and she saw him pursed his lips in pain as she had his wrist painfully, piercing his skin as he attempted to touch her.

“I apologize.” Lucius said slowly withdrawing his hand from her, backing away from her and just staring at her full glory before him.

Hermione stared back at the man who had ruined her life and yet it amazes her to see him, ready to go down to his knees to get what he wanted.

How the Malfoys had truly fallen.

“Care to tell me all these façade?” he asked her facing away from her to avoid glaring into her physique to stop himself from doing anything he would regret further. “I didn’t really have fun in Azkaban, you know. I don’t like to wait any further.”
“Patience is a virtue, Malfoy.” Hermione hissed at him, eyes gleaming with hate at the man before him. “If you want your fair share of victory, you’re going to have to work hard for it. And you’re going to have to beg for it as well.”
“I don’t beg.” Lucius said with a slight sharp remark in his voice. “I’m a Malfoy-“
“And I practically have your son’s neck right around my fingers with all the wealth that you dream to take back.” Hermione angrily warned him, eyes gleaming with pure hate.
“Tell me your plan.” Lucius offered her in a gentler tone. “You can hardly make me do things if you don’t tell me what’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours-I cannot move with knowing-“
“You will move when I want you to move.” Hermione quietly told him. “As you would die if I wish it to be. As is your son.”

Lucius breathed heavily and Hermione could tell that he would just do anything to strangle her at that moment and yet do whatever she had asked in order to get back all the wealth he had lost.

How poverty changes men.
How wealth taught her that it was more than power.

“Fine.” Lucius said drinking straight up from his glass, draining it. “If you’ve made up your mind, you tell me sweetheart. I have wasted enough years at Azkaban. I’m not going to waste more.”
Lucius straightened up, losing his cool and was ready to leave but Hermione remained seated, playing with the edge of her glass with her fingertips.

He stood next to her, staring and watching her sit there, eyes straight at the wall opposite her as she held the glass in her hand.
“I didn’t think the war would damage you this much, Granger.” Lucius said in spite of himself. “And I’m not sure if I fell pity or anger with the thought of it.”
“You don’t know how to feel, Malfoy.” Hermione said in a voice so quiet, it sounded more creepy than a mere whisper. “You have no idea what it is like to feel, to love, to lose – “
“I lost my wife.” Lucius snapped at her unable to remain his cool any further. “And I lost my son to you.”
“And you will lose him for the everyday that you live.” Hermione sharply turned to him as well.
“What else do you want, Granger?” Lucius asked her. “Was my time at Azkaban not enough? Was losing my wife and son not enough?”
“It’s never going to be enough.” Hermione bitterly spat at him, gritting her teeth as she stared at him with all the hate consuming her. “It will never be enough.”

Lucius stared at her for a moment, then a gleam passed his eyes.

“I have thought that the war had changed and damaged you the way it did to the rest, but I am wrong.” Lucius said gaining back his cool. “It didn’t damage you, Granger.”

Hermione stared back at him, pure hate glowing in her eyes.

“”You don’t know what the war did to me.” Hermione whispered back at him her fingers clawing against the glass she held. “You have no idea what the war –“
“No, I didn’t understand before.” Lucius said taking his cloak from the bar before staring back at her. “But now I do. You were already damaged before the war, Granger. It just nourished the monster growing inside of you all those years. And right now, that monster has grown into its full glory waiting to strike at first chance. Or has it made its first strike already?”

And with that, Lucius turned away from her taking his cloak and dignity with him without turning back despite hearing a glass shatter and clatter right on the floor behind him.

Draco closed the Vanishing Cabinet and breathed heavily.
They were now inside Hogwarts.
There was absolutely no backing out now.
This was a do or die and he was not willing to have his mother killed.

“Draco?”
His heart pumped fast as he looked up as he walked out of the Room of Requirement, the walls closing.
“Something’s going on.” Hermione’s hushed voice came and she greeted him with an urgent embrace. “Draco, something doesn’t feel right. Please tell me that-“
“Why are you awake?” Draco asked in fear and distraught. “Hermione, please, go back to your room. Stay in there.”

Hermione looked up at him.
He was as afraid as she had never seen him and his eyes kept darting around them as if he was anticipating for something.
“Draco?” Hermione whispered to him holding him close.”What’s going on?” she asked him.
“You can’t stay outside right now.” Draco said and grabbing her arms painfully and pulling her into a darkened corner. “Please. Please, go back to your room.”
Hermione looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes and she had never seen that kind of fear in them.
Something was going on as she had suspected.

“Draco-“
“Go back to your room.” Draco angrily said this time. “I don’t want you here. You can’t be outside right now. Please, I’m begging you. I have no time to explain-“
Before Hermione could say anything else they both heard footsteps like a group of people walking down the other hallway.
Hermione moved to check but Draco grabbed her back to him.
“Please go back to your room. I beg you.” Draco simply said, eyes tearful. “You can’t be here outside. It’s not safe.”
Hermione stared back at him, the fear in her growing as well.
She could swear that she could hear Draco’s heartbeat beating as fast as hers.

“What did you do?” she asked him as he tried to move her away but she kept her hold around him, she reached for the side of his face, caressing him gently. “What did you do, Draco?”
For a moment, Draco was lost in her touch and he just had the sudden urge to forget all of these, to let it all go and leave it all and just take her with him to Merlin knows where.
“I’m sorry.” Draco simply said, suddenly pulling her to him and kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, ‘Mione.”
He held her close, tightly within his arms and then he pulled his wand out.
“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered to her as he aimed it at the back of her head but they were facing a glass pane by the castle and Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she very quickly saw through its dark reflection on what Draco was about to do.
“No!” Hermione cried out but Draco tightly kept her in place. “Draco-“
“I love you, baby.” Draco whispered keeping her tight in place before she could do anything. “I didn’t have a choice. Forgive me for everything.”

But before he could perform to Obliviate all her memories or rather all their memories together, they both heard close footsteps and the bone-chilling voice that Draco feared for Hermione’s life.

“Draco.” Whispered the voice following his trail of magic. “Where are you? Draco!”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she recognized the voice.
It was Bellatrix Lestrange.

Her eyes widened back at Draco and within that instant, she understood what was going on and what Draco had done.

Draco stared back at him with a dreadful expression because he could only guess the thoughts swimming in her head at that moment.
But the fear for her life was greater than what knowledge she already knew.

He roughly pushed her away from him, wand pointed warningly at her.
“You have to understand that I have to do this.” Draco cried at her. “I don’t have a choice.”
“Draco, we can help you-“ Hermione whispered at him raising her hands to show him that she wasn’t going to do anything. “Please, you don’t have to do this – whatever he asked you do to – we’re here – the Order will help, please – no, just listen to me – don’t do this-“
“Don’t come after me.” Draco whispered as he slowly backed away from her. “It’s too late. There’s nothing we can do. I have chosen my stand. I – I can’t - I can’t have the Dark Lord take you from me – this is better, it must be this way-”
“Draco-“
“We are not for one another.” Draco cried at her, his eyes filled with desperation. “I will always love you.”
And before Hermione could do anything else, Draco sharply turned from her and had gone to the direction of Bellatrix’s fading footsteps.
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