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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded: Chapter 4
Hermione woke up after a restless night of sleep. It had taken her a few hours to finally drift off. This case, and more specifically Draco Malfoy, would not leave her mind. The whole time at Malfoy Manor had baffled her. Why had Malfoy been acting so strange? Did this have anything to do with the case or was he just kind of peculiar now? Or had he always been that way and she'd never been able to look past his bigotry to notice his weirdness?
Hermione tripped into the shower and turned up the heat. It felt so good to stand there and try to wake up her mind and body. She needed the hot water to relax her tight muscles. She used her favorite shampoo and conditioner that smelled of coconuts and mango. After staying there as long as she could without turning too pruny looking, she turned off the water.
Putting on her white, fluffy bathrobe she walked into her closet to choose something to wear that day. Hermione loved her huge walk in closet. She had turned into somewhat of a clotheshorse after living in France for seven years. The huge closet could fit all of the outfits she had purchased while living in Paris.
She flitted from one outfit to another. Should she wear another skirt? Or had that been distracting for her and Malfoy yesterday with so much leg showing? Maybe it would be better to wear one of her pantsuits that tended to hide her curves. That would be more professional, especially since she would be going by herself today to continue the interview. But why should she want to hide her curves from Malfoy?
Hermione plopped down in the middle of her closet sitting cross-legged. She was a little disgusted with herself that she even cared about what she should wear today. Since when did she care what Draco Malfoy thought about what she wore? Easy answer…since yesterday. She hung her head down and growled out loud.
"I'm so crazy to even care. Why would he even care about what I'm wearing? His wife was just murdered. Get it together Hermione. He's not going to be interested in another woman so soon, especially since it's you." Sometimes she loved to talk out loud to herself as if someone was really listening. She felt like she problem solved much better this way.
She jumped up and walked over to her black pantsuit and yanked it off of the hanger. She chose a boring white blouse to wear with it. Then she selected an ugly pair of two-inch heels, which would at least be comfortable. In the back of her mind she knew that she was sabotaging the girlish side of her that wanted to look nice when she went back for the interview. But with her new position at the ministry, she needed to set a precedence of professionalism. The only reason that she had worn the tight black skirt and form fitting silk shirt yesterday, was she had known that Ron would be there. She had wanted to knock his socks off and realize what he had given up seven years ago. In a way it would only make him look foolish. She hadn't had time to go and change her outfit and why would she have needed to.
All of this thinking was giving her an early morning headache. Eating a quick breakfast of porridge, tea and toast she was ready to head into work. She wanted to write down some notes before she went to continue her interview with Draco. She wasn't going to let him get away with the behavior he'd displayed with Harry yesterday.
Speaking of Harry, she needed to stop and talk with him about his thoughts on what happened during the interview. She had her gut feelings, but wanted to get Harry's take on things. Harry had owled her early to say he was taking the day off today. She'd rolled her eyes when Harry's new owl had tapped at her window with his message. She would have expected this kind of thing from Ron, but not Harry. His altercation with Malfoy yesterday had affected him more than she'd realized.
Grabbing her briefcase she left her town-home and apparated away to Grimauld Place.
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Harry had hoped to be able to sleep in a little longer, but with two active boys, that never seemed to happen. Somehow both boys had ended up climbing into bed with Harry and rolling over the top of him. Their giggling had woken him up before the actually motions they were making. He acted like he was asleep then reached out and grabbed a boy in each arm. Their screaming had Ginny yelling upstairs, "What's going on up there? Boys I told you not to wake your father. "
"Now I'm going to have to tickle both of you because you disobeyed your mum." More screaming ensued until all three Potter males were laughing very hard. Harry loved his sons very much. Half of the reason he was staying home was to spend the day with them. After the interview with Malfoy, and this whole case, had played with his head. Seeing what Malfoy's sons disappearance was doing to him, made him come home and want to hold his sons. Family was the most important thing to him and he'd do everything in his power to protect them.
He'd owled Hermione early to let her know he was taking the day off. Getting up, he stayed in his pajamas and robe and headed to the kitchen where he could smell breakfast being cooked by Ginny.
He walked in and came up behind Ginny putting his arms around her waist. "Good morning love." He lips left a trail of kisses down her neck. She arched her neck into him leaning back.
"Harry stop. I'm going to burn the bacon." Ginny said laughing and enjoying the fact that her husband would be spending the day with them for once. He had spent many years away from their family working his way up to his current position as Head Auror. "Did those two wild things wake you up? I told them to let you sleep in a little longer."
"It's OK, I slept long enough. Now I'm hungry, and not necessarily for food."
Harry's hands wandered down to Ginny's arse and up to cup her breasts.
"Harry, " she giggled again, "What if the boys see?"
"Then they'll see how important it is to please their wife someday." Harry put the spatula down and twirled Ginny around in his arms. He started kissing her deeply letting his wandering hands continue their journey from front to back.
"Harry James Potter enough! It's time to eat" She gave Harry one more kiss then wiggled out of his hold. "I promise that tonight I'll make it up to you."
"Then I'll hold you to that." Harry goosed her and walked away as Ginny gave a small shriek.
"Dad," James walked into the kitchen with a toddling Albus behind him dragging a toy broom. "There is a strange woman that's walking up and down on the sidewalk in front of our house. She keeps looking up at the house like she's angry. I think she might be trying to peek in our window."
"What does this strange woman look like?" Harry asked even though he thought he might know who this strange woman was.
"She has big, brown hair. She has a black suit on like you wear when you go to work. She also doesn't know how to smile." The description that James gave made him grin. For a four-year-old, James was pretty bright. He also seemed to have the mystery woman pegged to a tee.
Harry came and peeked out of the window. James had been right. There was Hermione pacing back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the house. Every once in awhile she'd look up at the windows of Grimauld Place, scrunch her eyebrows, give a distressed look and then continue pacing. He decided that he would end her suffering.
Harry opened the door, "Morning Hermione, would you like to join us for breakfast?" He tried not to laugh at how easily he'd startled her. She jumped and drawn her wand as soon as the door had opened.
"I'd like to come in for a quick chat about what happened yesterday. I'll pass on the offer
for breakfast though, I've already eaten." She gave Harry a small grin.
Harry put his arm out motioning her to come in. He watched her as she looked around his house. There had been many changes in the past seven years since she'd seen Grimauld Place. James and Albus ran up to hide behind their dad's legs.
"Oh my Harry, they are two little Harry's aren't they?" Hermione smiled at his boys.
"Yes, that's one thing that everyone always says. Ginny wonders when one will pop out that looks like a Weasley. I told her my good looks are just dominant." Harry gave her a cocky grin.
"I'm glad to see The Chosen One hasn't lost any of his humility." Hermione said to Harry trying to stifle a grin.
"Hermione!" Ginny came running down the hallway throwing her arms around the bewildered woman. "Harry said you might be coming round some time."
Hermione stood rather stiffly, but Ginny being like her mother would have nothing of that. Sliding her arm through hers, she starting walking Hermione down into the kitchen.
"My you've grown up nicely. You are gorgeous my old friend." Her words made Hermione blush.
"Harry said that you blew the socks off of everyone yesterday, including my daft brother." Harry now turned red at Ginny's words. "I would've liked to have seen that entrance."
Kissing his wife, Harry gave her a playful push and motioned for Hermione to sit down.
"So, you're headed back to the manor today? I hope that you've better luck with the ponce than I did yesterday." Harry shook his head. "He still knows how to steam me up a bit."
"Harry you shouldn't have let him get to you. It was like we were all back in school again." Hermione scolded him.
"That's exactly what I told him Hermione. In fact, I've told him that for several years now. They seem to cross paths often with both of them working at the Ministry." Ginny put Albus in his highchair and gave both boys their breakfast. They dug in quickly, still staring at Hermione.
"So how is it being back home?" Ginny's question took Hermione by surprise. Harry watched her face wondering the same thing. After not having seen any of them in seven years she seemed a little taken back. Maybe she wasn't expecting such a warm welcome, especially from Ginny or any Weasley.
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"It's been…interesting. Many things have changed." Hermione looked around at them and at the boys who were chatting with each other. It was all so surreal, especially since when she'd left, they'd all still just been kids. She sat there questioning her own sanity of why she'd decided that it was a good idea to come her to Harry's home to talk to him. She should have demanded that he meet her at her office. But, that spark of curiosity that was part of her nature couldn't be tempered.
"So how has life been in France?" Ginny wasn't going to stop with her interrogation. She squirmed in her seat and looked around at the changes that had been made in the kitchen. She was ready to grab Harry and head into the library so Ginny's incisive chatter would stop. Again, she wasn't ready for this level of familiarity yet with any of her older friends. She was pushing the boundaries as it was showing up here at the old house.
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Harry could see and feel Hermione's anxiety as she sat there at his family's table. He noticed her watching James and Albus that were now done eating and were flinging pieces of toast at each other. They giggled when they saw a piece getting stuck in the other boys' hair. Ginny kept trying to draw Hermione into a conversation, but was having no success.
Harry once again came to her rescue, "Let's go into the drawing room to discuss the case." He pushed his chair back from the table.
Hermione jumped up, "Yes, let's do that. I need to be at Malfoy Manor in less than an hour." She said goodbye to Ginny and agreed to meet up for lunch with his wife soon.
As they walked up to the drawing room Hermione continued to look surprised as she surveyed his house. The once very dark house had been lightened up with bright paint and new furnishings. It had become a perfect place to live and raise their family.
Hermione sat down on the settee, "What really happened yesterday Harry? You let Malfoy get to you so easily."
Harry sighed, running his hands down his face, "He's Malfoy, Mione. He did it on purpose."
"Of course he did it on purpose, but Harry, you didn't have to fall for his needling. Has nothing changed in the past seven years while I've been gone?" her voice raised in concern.
Harry scowled, "He hasn't changed in how he treats me, why should I?"
"Oh that's so childish Harry. Did you pick up that line from your son, James?" She shook her head at him.
Harry groaned, "I'm so sorry Hermione. I know it wasn't very professional and I promise to do better."
"You better, because remember, I'm your new boss." Hermione tried to cover a grin. She seemed appeased for a minute. But, then her face looked troubled like she wanted to say something else to him.
She then almost shouted out to him, "Did he seem to be acting funny?" She stood up and started walking around the room, not really looking where she was going.
Harry snorted, "When does he not act funny? He's only gotten stranger as he ages."
Hermione glared at him like she used to when he wasn't paying attention to something she'd said, "No, I mean in how he was responding to the case…his wife's murder and his son's kidnapping."
Harry looked at her. He knew her brain was in full working mode and wanted to hear more. This was usually when she came up with her best ideas.
"You don't think he had anything to do with all of this, the murder and the kidnapping, do you?" Her question wasn't what he'd expected to hear. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind. She came over to where he was sitting.
"You think he murdered his own wife and had his son kidnapped? Why would he do that?"
"Most of the parents I've worked with in kidnapping cases are very willing to do whatever they can to help us in finding their child, not harassing law enforcement employees." Hermione kept pacing the floor, narrowly missing furniture as she wandered about.
Harry leaned backed thinking about her words. Malfoy has seemed to be off, but in his anger he hadn't thought much beyond him acting like a right git. To Harry that was his normal behavior, and had been for the entire time he'd know Draco Malfoy.
"What would be his motives though? Whenever I've seen him with his son, he couldn't be prouder of finally having an heir." It just didn't make sense. Harry could tell that Malfoy loved his son as much as Harry loved his own boys.
Hermione crossed her arms still deep in thought. "I'm going to dig deeper today. I need a break in this case and somehow I'm thinking I may find it at the Manor."
She bent over to pick up her briefcase, "I'll send my Patronus if I need help."
Harry grinned at her, "Still an otter Hermione?"
She smiled back at him, "Yes, Harry. That hasn't changed."
"Good luck! You'll need it."
As she was walking towards the door he yelled out, "You should have worn another skirt to show off those pretty legs of yours."
Yelling back, she said with a giggle, "Harry Potter!" Then the front door slammed closed. He hoped that he wouldn't be seeing her Patronus anytime soon.
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I'd planned on this chapter having Hermione meeting up with Draco at the Manor. Her little stop at Harry's house turned out to be longer than expected. It also shows how her friendship with Harry is starting to be repaired. So, Hermione showing up at the Manor will be at the beginning of chapter five. I promise! I've already started writing chapter 5 and I know you'll like what happens next. Please review because your thoughts help me with this story!
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