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Hermione's Keeper	By : Talented_Mrs_Lupin Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was eleven in the morning when Hermione heard Draco’s voice calling her to the bottom of the stairs. It had been five days since she’d sent out her letter to Harry and had gotten no response, not that she was expecting to. Five days since Luna had visited and Hermione had relieved Kippy of her duties to Draco’s bedside each time he awoke. But it had also been five days since she’d attempted to rouse him earlier than he’d like so hearing him up and about on his own was surprising. She walked up to the bottom of the stairs, his arms were full of clothes and his foot was tapping impatiently.

“Yes?” She greeted.

“I called three times” Draco pointed out “Where were you?”

“Helping the house-elves clean up the sunroom out back” Hermione answered “What did you need?”

“I need you to bring these” He said, shoving the clothes in to her arms “To be fixed, there are tears and frayed edges and it is your job to make sure that my clothes look good. I would like it done this afternoon, please”

“But…” Hermione looked at the clothes noting that while they were frayed they also looked years old “The room is still being cleaned, I was going to start the study and…and” She picked up a robe and then glared at him “Is this your Hogwarts uniform?!”

“The Malfoy’s always keep their school uniforms cleaned and kept perfect” He sniffed “That one is from my last year…I daresay it needs a few more repairs than the other ones ever did”

“It’s not like you give them to your children” Hermione pointed out “Why keep them at all?”

“It’s a pure-blood tradition thing” He answered “You wouldn’t understand”

“But…” She started.

“You will also stop by the market for fresh produce” He told her “I like fresh fruit, Kippy has the list that you will need and then I will need you to drop off some paperwork to Malfoy, Inc. and some papers to the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry” She opened her mouth to argue “When that is done I need you to pick up the clothes and stop by Saint Mungo’s, ask for the paperwork for the closest fundraiser as I would like to help out as much as I can and then bring all that back to me…if I were you I would write this down and it would be smart not to mention who would like the information about the fundraiser for obvious reasons…got it?”

“Fine” Hermione growled “I’ll be back later”

With a wave of her wand the clothes all folded themselves, shrank and then she put them in her pocket. She offered a sickeningly sweet smile at him and turned to leave the house. Once outside Hermione stomped to the gate and apparated away to Diagon Alley once there she realized something new about herself. Hermione Granger was becoming terrified of the public, the minute her eyes landed on all the people milling about. She lowered her head and walked straight to the robe shop, she dropped everything off and explained what she wanted done. The assistant looked over the clothes and then looked back at Hermione like she’d completely lost her mind but said nothing. She knew what Malfoy was doing, he was just trying to keep her busy and also make her pay for waking him up early. Once that was done she made her way to the store and followed the list that Kippy had made, that was another thing she thought about as she walked around the little store. This was payback from Kippy, the look on her little elf face as she handed over the note had been somewhere between happiness and hatred. While she was happy that Draco was paying his elves, there were sometimes since she was hired that she wished that he would fire Kippy due to her attitude.

“Miss Granger?” The cashier asked “I just read about you in the paper…is it true that you can’t have kids?”

“That’s personal and rude” Hermione snapped at her, she stared the woman down as she placed all of the produce on the counter. Once it was all paid for she waved her wand over and sent them to the kitchen at Malfoy Manor then she stormed out of the store hearing whispers behind her. Saint Mungo’s wasn’t much better, the woman behind the counter kept giving her judging yet sympathetic looks while she piled the papers she requested together for Hermione to give to her ‘new boss’. She put the papers in her bag and then left the building to go to the one place she’d been putting off.

Hermione walked in to ministry on shaking heels. Her hands shook as she walked towards the lift and took it to the DOM. The people in that office didn’t judge, didn’t smirk or make comments about her being divorced or being unable to have children. That was what she liked about this department the people there may be strange but they were kind in their own way. It was the walk back that it happened, Chief Warlock Height was walking through the entryway with a group of people when he spotted her.

“Miss Granger” He said coldly “What are you doing here” He smirked at her and the people around him all gave some form of uncomfortable laughter and noises “You no longer work here, why are you here?”

“G-getting something for my…” Hermione stuttered, hating herself for being nervous “Boss”

“Who hired you?” He sneered. Hermione’s breath came faster, her hands shook and suddenly her chest hurt. Her vision got cloudy, it sounded like the ocean had taken up residency in her head, it was loud and disorienting. Her head pounded and the world started spinning, somewhere in the back of her mind she heard her name being called from somewhere far away.

“Hermione?” Harry called as he ran closer towards where she was standing “What happened?” He watched as if in slow motion, Hermione started to pant, sweat broke out over her forehead, her skin went pale white and then her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to slump down but he caught her.

“What’s she saying?” Lavender asked as she jogged over, the Chief Warlock simply stood there with a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘check, Miss Granger’

“She’s saying ‘Malfoy’” Harry said with a frown “Call him through the Floo”

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Draco was watching the elves cleaning the sunroom with a smirk on his face. Waking up early did have its perks, watching Granger get angrier and angrier as he piled more stuff on to her schedule. He knew that she would strike back but that was the fun of it all, there was the familiar and yet almost forgotten feeling in his stomach. It was the feeling that Draco had gotten every time he’d come up against Hermine in anything. Potter was mediocre at everything except for DADA and Weasley was a complete moron in everything that he did but Granger…she was the one that challenged him. It made him feel alive again and he hadn’t been sure that feeling had even really existed until she was back in his life.

“Sir!” Kippy ran in “Sir!”

“What is it, Kippy?” Draco asked, he’d never seen her look so freaked out before “What’s happened?”

“A miss Lavender Brown just called through the Floo…” Kippy started.

“Lavender Brown?” Draco repeated “What the hell did she want?”

“It’s Miss Granger” Kippy said “Apparently, she had an attack at the ministry…”

“Someone attacked her?” Draco asked “Who?”

“An attack” Kippy said more forcefully “Like a heart attack or allergic reaction something…but she’s asking for you”

“Me?” Draco asked in horror, his hands shook slightly as he thought about it.

“Sir!” Kippy looked horrified at him “She is scared and she needs you!”

“Ok” Draco breathed.

Draco ran to his room and dressed quickly, he may not be the same as he was when he was in Hogwarts but he’d be damned before he let anyone see him in his lounge clothes. Once dressed in a pair of black slacks and a black button down shirt with his hair brushed back and he was confident that his scowl was perfect he stepped in to the green flames in his fireplace. He walked out of the fireplace in the atrium to a scene of chaos, Potter was holding Hermione who was on the ground with eyes fluttering and a group of witches and wizards all talking at once, fluttering their hands and looking worried. The Chief Warlock was standing with a group of people and mean smirk on his face as he watched the woman on the floor shake and mumble to herself.

“Why is she asking for you?!” Harry snarled at Draco.

Draco didn’t acknowledge that Potter even spoke, he walked over and looked down at her instantly recognizing what was happening to her. She was having a severe panic attack. He glared at Potter for a second before he bent down, slid one arm under her shoulders and one under the back of her knees and lifted her up like she weighed nothing at all. He scowled at everyone, happily noting that everyone still looked terrified to see him out of his house, he slid his gaze over to the Chief Warlock who sneered back at him. Without another word Draco turned back towards the fireplace and walked in to it ignoring the gasps and mutterings.

“Malfoy!” Harry called after him “Put her down, now!”

“Mr. Malfoy” The Chief Warlock called out “You are not welcome here”

“Mr. Height” Draco spoke as he turned, with Hermione in his arms “This is a public place, I can come and go as I please”

Before he could work up a response Draco had already called out the name of his home and was gone in a flash of green flames. Once he was in the manor Draco rushed her to her bedroom calling out to Kippy as he did so for some calming tea. He laid her on the bed and looked at her, Hermione was beautiful and he frowned at that thought because it was such a terrible thing to be thinking about at that particular moment. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were fluttering, her breathing was short and labored but he knew that she’d pull out of this in time.

“Sir” Kippy said “I have the tea” She offered the tray to him “Is there anything else you’d like me to do, sir?”

“Get a hot bath going” Draco said “She’ll likely go in to shock once her breathing is under control, put all the soothing oils and soaps in there that you can find, put some soothing music on”

“Yes, sir” Kippy bit her lip “Should we get a healer here?”

“When you’re done” Draco sighed “Call Miss Lovegood” He looked at the clock that read 2:45pm “If you can’t reach her then…contact…” He cleared his throat in discomfort “Contact Andromeda Tonks, please”

The little elf ducked out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom. She turned the taps on as hot as she thought Miss Granger would be able to take, then added a bunch of different oils and a few different potions that she used when Draco had panic attacks. Then she popped from the bathroom and in to receiving room and floo’d first Luna who didn’t answer and then to Andromeda who answered after a few seconds. Kippy explained the situation and the older woman switched places with Kippy, the elf going to watch the child and the woman coming to see Hermione. When Andromeda walked in to the girls bedroom she didn’t find her there but in the bathroom seated in the swimming pool sized bathtub. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde-haired man who was seated next to her muttering to her and massaging her naked shoulders.

“Mr. Malfoy” Andromeda said “Did you undress her?”

“No” He said, eyes narrowing dangerously “Kippy did before she left to get you, I am merely sitting here massaging her shoulders and talking to her about ancient runes…hoping she’ll snap out of it and argue with me”

“What’s happened?” Andromeda asked.

“It’s a panic attack” Draco answered “The very few times I actually ventured out in to the world after my house arrest I would suffer horrible, debilitating panic attacks” He looked at Hermione, feeling like this may have been his fault “I had to start bringing Kippy, the house-elf who called you, with me everywhere in case one happened…but Granger was alone”

“Leave me with her, please” Andromeda requested “I trust you have a sticking charm on her to keep her from slipping under the water”

“I do” He said, standing up and looking at her “Thank you for coming, I know that we’re not close”

“I’m doing it for…” She looked at him for a moment “I’ll be done soon” She watched Draco leave the room and close the door behind him before turning back to Hermione and drew out her breath.

“Well, well, well, Miss Granger” She spoke as she knelt down next to the tub and took her pulse before checking a few other things on her “I’m sorry this is happening. Can you believe that I was going to say that I was only here for you?” She knew that Hermione wouldn’t answer but she really needed to talk to someone, she was every bit a prisoner of her house as Draco was of his “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea or not but I have been locked in my house for the last ten years with a child and soon Teddy’s going to be heading to Hogwarts and I’ll be alone for the first time since I was a teenager and even then I had my sisters, weather I liked it or not” She gave a humorless laugh “A part of me wants to make a connection with Draco because he’s the only family I have left”

“If you think you should make a connection with him” Hermione’s voice shocked a small shriek out of the older woman “He needs it just as much as you do”

“You’re awake” She put her hand over her chest “Almost scared me to death”

“What happened?” Hermione asked, putting her own hand to her chest “Did I have a heart attack, is that why you’re here. Am I in my bathroom at Malfoy manor, how did I get here, what happened…who undressed me?”

“Calm down, Miss Granger” Andromeda spoke soothingly “You had a severe panic attack, you were repeatedly saying ‘Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy’ so Mr. Potter had someone call for Draco and he came to the Ministry and carried you back here and I was the one who undressed you”

“Wow” Hermione breathed “You only just got here, I could hear everything and he never told you that so how did you know?”

“Paranoid?” She laughed a little, when Hermione didn’t point out that it wasn’t Andromeda that undressed her she breathed a sigh of relief, normally she wouldn’t lie but she was about 75% sure that it wasn’t the house-elf that undressed her and that it was Draco instead, which would horrify Hermione into another panic attack “Kippy told me before I came through” Andromeda took her pulse again, her temperature and then watched her breathing for a few minutes before she stood up “You’re fine now. I suggest finishing up this bath and after you get out maybe eat something and then either go to bed early or take a nap but don’t go out again”

“Am I turning in to a hermit like Draco?” Hermione asked, worried.

“No” She answered “You have reason to be scared to be in the ministry and that prick who is the Chief Warlock just knew how to push those buttons. You did okay out in the rest of the world, right?”

“I was a little nervous” Hermione admitted “I didn’t want to be there but yeah, I was relatively okay while I was out there even if I did get annoyed with all those looks and comments from people who don’t even know me”

“I think you and Draco are going to help each other in a positive way” Andromeda told her “Just let it happen”

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Dear Hermione,

I am so sorry about what happened at the Ministry. I don’t know what the hell Mr. Height’s problem is with you, you are the smartest witch of the age and he knows that. He should never have spoken to you or Malfoy the way he did it was very unprofessional and Kingsley has given him a three day suspension…though I think he should have been sacked. No one cares what I have to say anymore, not even my wife, if that’s what Ginny could be called. All she cares about is having parties, going to Ministry get-togethers and being able to say ‘I’m married to Harry Potter’ even though she has changed since our wedding. Getting worse and worse as times gone by.

Hermione, I apologize so much for not being there for you when you went through the divorce and I understand if you never want anything to do with me anymore. I beg you though not to turn your back on me like I did to you even if I deserve it. I fear that a change will be coming to my home real soon and I will need you there on my side when it does happen. I am starting the process of divorce myself, I have reason to believe that Ginny is cheating on me and according to what I have studied that is reason enough to divorce her and get custody of my son. I would have offered this to you so you could have been the one to do the divorcing instead of the divorcee but you know the magical world it’s all backwards. The man can cheat on his wife as much as he wants and she can do nothing about it but if she’s caught cheating then he can divorce her without a second thought and can get custody of the kids and keep the home they lived in. The house isn’t a problem with me, she can keep the one in Godrics hollow for all I care because I still have Grimmauld Place and while the one in Godrics Hollow is on the land my parents original house was built on it means very little to me. Grimmauld Place is where I was happier than ever, where Sirius was, where there is still so much to learn and see and I would be happier there.

Here I am blabbing on in a letter, that’s a first for me but I never realized just how lonely I was until I saw you in the Ministry yesterday having that attack. I realized that you would have been there for me if that had been me and I had just let you go without a second thought when you needed help. Please forgive me and once I have the divorce in place and move to Grimmauld Place, you can come live with me and leave Malfoy Manor behind you. Please.

With love,
Harry.

Draco held the letter in his hand, reading and re-reading it many times. Hermione had been eating her lunch when the letter came, Draco had been upstairs but came down for some tea after trying and failing a few times to get Kippy to come up with some but she never answered him. When he was coming down the stairs Hermione had been going up them with tears in her eyes. He’d been a bit worried that she may be on the cusp of another panic attack, when he saw the letter on the table he wondered if maybe the Chief Warlock had been harassing her through the mail but it was just Potter. He sighed and thought about the fact that Potter was offering her a place to live and felt a small pang of something in his chest. Probably jealousy. He knew that she would take the offer to live at Grimmauld Place with Potter, if he’d had any friends that offered him a place to stay after his house-arrest he’d have taken it up in a heartbeat.

“Reading my letter?” Hermione asked from behind him and he turned to see her walking in to the room slowly “A bit rude, don’t you think?”

“Sorry” He said, walking around the table and helping himself to some tea that had been brought out “I saw that you were crying and thought that maybe Height had sent you a letter being a prick”

“Just Harry” Hermione said “I think even Height would know that’s highly inappropriate”

“I don’t think it would stop him, honestly” Draco said sitting down “Why hasn’t Potter gone after that position when they put forth a new person to take the position each year…the man’s an asshole with too much power”

“Why don’t you go up against him?” Hermione asked and to her surprise he laughed an honest laugh, something that she’d never heard before and it made her smile.

“Wow” He answered, around his laugh “I think the only person they’d want to see in any office at the Ministry less than a Malfoy would be Voldemort”

“All more reason to do it” Hermione said through her own laugh “Haven’t you ever proven anyone wrong before?” She smiled “It’s intoxicating”

“Really?” He smirked “And how would you know that, Miss Granger?”

“I learned that in Hogwarts” She said “It was taught to me by every Slytherin and Professor Snape…thank you, by the way”

“I guess I can see that” Draco admitted “We all hated it when you did better, when you were in the lead in class and we couldn’t catch up” His smile was far away for a moment and then disappeared from his face and his eyes got a little red, Hermione could see that he was swallow over and over again likely fighting down the emotions that so often overtook her at the memories of school “And Snape…he was always so angry with us when you beat us…holy merlin I miss him”

He looked away from her for a moment and cleared his throat before looking back. Draco was trying to hide his emotions as usual but Hermione wouldn’t know how to if he tried to train her and looked back at him with tears slipping down her cheeks. He looked her over and realized that maybe she was better at hiding her emotions than he was giving her credit for. Her hands were clenched on the table top and her knuckles were already white from how tightly they were clenched. Her jaw was clenching and unclenching over and over again and he realized that she was angry and smirked, finally he could truly help her with something.

“Come with me” Draco said standing suddenly “Come on!”

“Where?” Hermione asked as she all but jogged to keep up with him as he led her further in to the manor home and to the one room she avoided like no other, her steps grew slower and slower “Draco…”

“Hermione” He countered, a small thrill that he’d only felt while diving for a the snitch during Quidditch hit his stomach at the sound of her saying his name “I’ve been saving this for you”

“Saving what” Hermione’s breath was a little shallower as she looked at the door knowing that it was likely just as dusty and trashed as the other rooms but on the other side of that door lay the room from her nightmares. The room where Bellatrix had tortured her with curses and a knife, her ‘mudblood’ scar gave a small burning twinge. As the scar burned fear crept up her throat and her stomach turned and for one terrifying moment while Draco unlocked the door and slowly opened it, Hermione thought back to when Harry’s scar used to hurt him. Voldemort had always been close when the scar hurt him and she wondered if maybe Bellatrix hadn’t died, maybe Draco never changed and he was leading her there, in that room where Bellatrix would be waiting to finish her torture.

“Please” She whispered but the door was thrown open anyway. Hermione blinked a few times imagining Bellatrix standing there cackling and twirling her wand but the room was empty, not a speck of dust, dirt or debris anywhere. Well, that wasn’t entirely true, the chandelier was smashed on the floor, there were several splatters of blood and a small pool of it soaked in to the rug where she’d laid when Dobby saved them.

“You still battle the demons of the war like I do” Draco said to her as she walked in to the room looking around “I have ruined my house getting rid of one demon after another but not this room”

“Why not?” She asked softly.

“Because this room” Draco answered as he walked towards the middle of it, closer to where she was standing “Isn’t one of my demons…it’s yours”

“So…” Hermione led.

“So you get to destroy that demon” He answered with a smile “Go ahead…destroy it”

Hermione looked at him, unsure for a few minutes before walking further in the room, looking around and with a small shriek she threw one of the chairs through the nearest window. Draco watched her start throwing things around, when that became too bothersome she started shooting charms. Making the chandelier explode sending glass everywhere, she sliced her wand through the air making large slices in the walls and peeling the wallpaper away, she blasted the rug off the floor, broke all the windows, splintered his fathers desk and his chair, she ripped apart the couch sending stuffing all over the place and feathers from the pillows. Finally, she dropped down on to the floor, tears falling down her face and chest heaving but she was done. Draco made his way over to where she was sitting and crying with her head in her hands. He sat down and put his arm around her, pulling her against his chest and let her sob out her anger and frustration.

“Would you like me to have the house-elves put the room back together the same way?” Draco asked.

“Why?” She looked confused as she wiped away her tears.

“So that you can destroy it again” He answered “Anytime that the demons come back, destroy it again and again and again”

“I’d like that” She said, dropping her head back against his chest. Smiling to herself as she felt him gently kissing her forehead and she let out a small laugh and pulled back to look at him.

“Feel better?” Draco asked.

“I haven’t felt this good since that time I punched you in our third year” Was her laughing answer.

“After all this time” Draco said with a little laugh “Do you always come back to that one memory?” It used to bother him but in the years since it happened it was no longer the worse thing that had happened and now it was just amusing. Hermione looked at him with a beautiful smile on her face that made his heart almost stop as butterflies took flight in his stomach. She gave a small shrug of her shoulders and shook out her head as if to say no but that wasn’t what she said.

“Always”

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE who would have been 49 if I’m not mistaken (it’s early so I may be wrong please don’t judge me) I hope you like this extremely long chapter. Please leave those reviews I love them very much thank you for the reviews I have. Tell me if there are any characters that you’d like to see in here or see again.
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