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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:
As said earlier in the chapters, this is beta edited already so i'm reposting.
I halted posting the latest chapters but hopefully, my beta and i can work a bit more on it this week which would end us to the latest chapter before the week ends. Hopefully!!!
How's the weekend guys?
Still bloody cold in my end of the world.
Suffering for a bit of flu and well, back to work and all that. Thank the heavens that my Mondays are my actual day off cause i don't have students then and not much events.
Only job on mondays are chores, errands and some writing jobs i acquire when clients need 'em up.
About to go to dentist tomorrow. I hate dental stuff. Scares the wit out of me.
Let me know how your weekend went.

Lots of love!!
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Chapter Three
Curiosity

“I mean, I’m serious.” Hermione’s voice came from the kitchen. “Like bloody serious, Harry.”
She only heard a mumble from the other room.
“Are you listening to me?” she called out over the pan she was cooking their dinner from.
“I’m listening!” Harry called back.
Hermione wasn’t really convinced.
She put the spatula down and walked to the other room.
Harry was in the small dining table half finishing the nachos bowl she had prepared earlier for their pre-dinner snack and was reading a copy of the evening edition of the Prophet.
Harry looked up at her furious state by the doorway.
“Hi?” Harry asked smiling at her.
She wasn’t smiling back in her Ministry uniform and apron over it.
It was Hermione’s flat and Harry had been staying there from time to time.

They’ve dated several times and he’s slept over since then and even after Hermione decided that things weren’t going well, Harry was more than welcome to stay at her flat to eat, hang out or sleep over especially when he came late from work.
Hermione never questioned it despite that he really lived a few houses away from her.
But she didn’t say anything.
She always liked his company and for some reason, she knew deep down that Harry purposely made this a habit because he never wanted her to be alone especially in those days and nights where she’s had an outburst when she recalls the memories of her parents.

Tonight was like one of those nights where Harry decided to bunk into her place.
She didn’t go back to work anymore and sent him a note that she was going to have to tell him the following day about what happened and that there was something she needed to tell him.
Harry was of course more than curious about it.
He quickly wrote back to her and told her that he’d go and buy some grocery on his way back from work and bunk in her place for the night because he had a couple of work he has to do and he didn’t have time to cook and he’ll probably just sleep if he gets home into an empty apartment.

Hermione welcomed him and told him that she’d make some nachos, pasta and some stirred beef with vegetables for him and tell him the story over dinner.
Harry arrived an hour earlier than expected and had immediately started on the nachos as Hermione began telling him the story of how she managed to fix the problem with her books but how she was very sure that she had encountered Draco Malfoy earlier that day.

“Are you listening?” she demanded by the door.
“Yes.” Harry quickly said swallowing the nachos in his hand and smiling at her.
She looked suspicious.
“No.” Hermione said. “You’re not listening.”
“I am listening to you!” Harry protested.
“I just told you that I saw Draco Malfoy at the airport today.”
“Yes, I heard you say it.” Harry said looking back at her.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“You don’t look surprise to me.” Hermione commented folding her arms.
Harry blinked.
He should not have because that immediately gave Hermione an impression on something.
“There’s something you’re not telling me.” Hermione pointed out. “Did you know he’s in town?” she asked.
Harry didn’t answer.
He blinked again and moved uncomfortably around the dining table.
“Harry?” Hermione asked again walking forward the table and standing across from him.
“’Mione.” Harry began unable to sound guilty. “Well it’s London and –“
“I knew it!” Hermione exclaimed. “It was him. And you knew? You knew he’s in town?” Hermione asked him.
This time, Harry slightly paled.

There was something in his eyes that told Hermione that there was something else he wasn’t telling her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked suddenly serious. “Spit it out.”
Harry looked reluctant but he also looked like he didn’t have a choice.
“Look, I just also found out about it.” Harry sighed taking out the copy of the newspaper in his hand and laying it over the table.
Hermione glanced down at it and back at Harry.
“I didn’t know about it as well.” Harry said pointing over the evening headline. “I just owled Kingsley and he kind of.. sort of confirmed.”
“Confirmed what?” Hermione asked taking the newspaper from the daily and reading the headline.
Harry watched closely and waited, ready for the blow to fall as he slowly observed her reaction.
“I swear to you that I didn’t know about this one and that-“
“When was this out?” Hermione demanded reading the headline. “Is this why he’s in town?”
“Probably.” Harry said staring at her facial reaction. “I think that’s why Malfoy flew in today.”

The evening headline read about Lucius Malfoy’s sentence being read over again at three that afternoon that he was to be released within seven days.
Draco Malfoy had obviously been given a head’s up a few days early or so for him to return to town for the release of his father.

“Hermione?” Harry asked slowly watching her.
Her eyes were kept focused over the large pictures of Lucius Malfoy.
One was in his glorious days and one was the one picture he had in Azkaban prison.
She was silent as she kept her eyes over the article on how the sentence was over and that he would be released in a few days.
The article also read the crimes he has committed and the date of the trial seven years back and which crimes he was sentenced for.
One of the crimes were of the mass murder in the Muggle community from which Hermione lost her parents to.

“Mione?” Harry’s voice came again.
He was beginning to be worried about her loss of reaction again.
“’Mione, if you’re-“
“Sorry, what?” Hermione said shoving the paper back over the table. “I’m sorry. I think the cream of the pasta sauce is burning. I’ll be back.” Hermione said quickly walking out of the dining hall.
Before Harry could say anything else, she walked out and heard her go back to her cooking.
He was silent as he listened to her movements.
Nothing was breaking but he was more worried when she was that way.
There was a time from which Hermione had gone through a phase that she didn’t want to talk to anyone and kept herself for about weeks and months in her apartment.

It was only when he talked to her that she let herself out and returned to the world again.
No amount of convincing from the Weasley’s and not even Fleur or professor McGonagall helped her out of it.
It was him, Harry Potter who had helped her out of it.
Since then, Harry knew and had decided that he would look after her.
That he would, the best of his capabilities would watch over her no matter the consequences.
He felt greatly responsible for the great loss in her life.
And so he swore that he would remain by her side for all the days and nights she would need him – and even those days and nights that she didn’t want to.
He was after all, the only one she’s got left.

Draco entered the large suite he had reserved for himself.
It was a nice hotel in the middle of London and was easy access to everywhere he needed to go while he stayed in town.
The room wasn’t as elegant nor as large as a villa-size would be.
It was big enough to give comfort to him and his needs.
He was hoping to stay in only for a week and two weeks maximum.
He didn’t want to stay at London – he had a good life at Paris where he is able to work well with people and had a good life that was both peaceful and away from what has been in the past years.
“Thanks, mate.” Draco said as he handed over a large amount of tip for the good service that he had received since his reservation and arrival.

His suite consisted of a bedroom with a large and good view of the city, a large bathroom, a spacious wardrobe for both his clothes and shoes and another room that consisted a small dining and kitchen type area.
A good room service meal was already waiting for him at the other room.
Despite of the reason that he was at London and the stress he was reeling over, he tried to think of this as a small business seminar he needed to attend to.
He’s done that loads of times.
He had attended seminars from across the globe and had learned a thing or more to help him get better in his career as a Healer.
He stayed in rented flats, rooms and hotel accommodation that was either organized for him or he organized by himself.

He was used to the life of tending and taking good care of himself.
It was something he realized he immediately needed to get a hang on.
After all, he was no longer a Malfoy golden boy.
He wanted to be known as Draco Malfoy – an expert and good Healer and not some Death Eater’s son who knew nothing about life and the way of living.
Draco sank over the large four poster bed and tried to relieve the day.
He was too tired from the airport and from the first errands he had to go through that day.

From the airport, he went onto a quick conference while his things were taken from the airport and straight to the hotel leaving him with only his large hand carry bag that contained a few clothes, his work belongings and some work documents and a large and thick planner he had bought from Paris two years ago.
From the conference, he went straight to the Ministry of Magic where he was expected to show up to get the schedule of his father’s release and the itinerary and errands he had to go through before his release.

Most importantly, as part of the deal of him not being sentenced by the Ministry of Magic since he was underage and under mere influence by his family, Draco had been constantly ordered to register his wand back and forth whenever he visited any country.
At the MACUSA when he visited the United States he had to register his wand and make an appearance to let them know he was there.

At Denmark and at Paris and any other country he visited and stayed in, he had to register his wand so the Magical government would know that he was in that particular country.
Back at London, he needed to do the same thing at the Ministry of Magic.
He tried to do his best to do everything without drawing much attention to him especially at that very place where he and his family was well known.
He was back at London and things would definitely be not as peaceful as it has been in the past several years.
He then went straight to Gringotts to exchange some of his Muggle money and withdraw a couple of his Black money that he would use around.
It was an exhausting day because he had to tend to all of it by himself but it was something he had taught himself to get used to.

And finally at eight that evening, he was in his hotel room and ready to gobble down his dinner and have a good rest before the following day’s to-do.
He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.
He couldn’t take the image of Hermione Jean Granger back at the airport earlier that day.

Yes, it was her.

It was her and she was more than surprised to see him at the airport.
He was also beyond flabbergasted but he didn’t want to make a scene or make himself known around that he as back or anything that would draw attention to him.
He dealt with her at the most discreet way possible.
He knew she would follow him right after and so without any choice, he had to Disapparate onto the next corridor to avoid any conversation or confrontation with her.
He knew of what his father has done and despite that it wasn’t his fault, he felt guilty about it.
He felt guilty about everything that his father has done to anyone and everything he has done in the war even if he wasn’t literary involved in it.

He despised being a Malfoy.

And for some reason, he feared seeing her or coming face to face with her.
She was a friendly face and a nice one to look back at the good times he himself had at Hogwarts.
But he was conflicted deep down and she was part of the life he was trying to turn away from.
But Draco grinned to himself.
He did like the idea that he bumped into her that morning and was more than happy to see a familiar face the moment he got back into London.

Draco would never admit it to anyone else and not even to himself but he knew deep down that he was somewhat wondering when was the possible moment from which he would encounter her again and for some reason, he was looking forward to it.
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