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Beyond the Veil	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7962 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
The long hiatus was uncalled for and really quite sad and all and was even topped by a car crash last Saturday night with my brother with me (it was our uber crashing behind another uber car and obviously our driver's fault) but Im just glad to be alive with my brother despite both our minor injuries.

Other than, here is a chapter. I'm going to be very happy if I'd hear from any of you out there as I'd need a bit more and extr hugs and love from everyone out there not just because of the accident but because a lot has happened since I've last posted.
My brother was also just whisked today to study abroad for about two years and won't be seeing him till then. And he's not just my favourite person but my partner in crime in everything and we've never parted ever in our lives. And this is just truly hard.
Oh gods. I'm going to cry now.

Other than please enjoy my post.

Lots of love
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Chapter IV
Apartment 615

“Do you trust me?” the voice asked again.
The sounds around them became clearer into what seemed like chaos.
Her heart was beating fast now – from fear, from anticipation or whatever it was that caused it – she wasn’t sure.
Why was the world in chaos?
What was going on?
“Do you trust me?” the voice repeated clearly.
She wanted to know why he was asking but before she could even ask, her body moved in its own accord as if it was separate from her mind that was always reasonable and logical.
She felt distracted for a split moment as she felt the warmth of fire suddenly coming around her.
It was like they were suddenly lit into flames.
Was it because he was gazing back at her with those eyes?
He waited as he stared back at her.
Hermione nodded her head without missing a heartbeat.
He took a tighter hold around her as the grounds beneath them started to completely give away.
She moved closer to him, feeling secured and safe in his arms.
She looked up and saw the features of his face.
She knew that face too well.
He smiled back at her with only his eyes speaking to her for what felt like the longest moment.

“Can I trust you?” he asked her then.
“Yes.” Hermione answered placing her hand around him as well.
Her eyes widened as her voice echoed back into her ear.
He smiled back at her.
“Take my hand.” he whispered with a smile despite the sadness in his beautiful eyes.
“Until the end.” she whispered back at him taking his hand.
He held it firmly and kissed it.

“On the count of three.” he said.
“On the what-“
“One.”
“Wait. What? What’s –“
“Two.”
“Hold on – what’s going on- what are you going-“
“Three.”
“Oh my god. I trust you!”
She braced herself and he took a tighter hold of her into his arms.
The grounds faltered and the sensation of falling came without a warning.
They were falling and her screams wouldn’t end in its deafening form.

“Hermione!”
Hermione blinked and quickly caught sight of her mug that nearly toppled over as Harry’s voice, shocking her back into her senses.
She quickly pushed the mug back at the middle of the counter and turned to the drawer to get a napkin to wipe out the small drips of hot chocolate.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked taking a towel instead and wiping the whole mess out.
He closed the drawer and stared at her weary eyes.
“I’m sorry. I just had some.. some thought in my head.”
“Thought in your head?” Harry repeated wearing a worried look over his face. “We were just talking about Malfoy and you spaced out.”
Hermione quickly looked up at him with question in her eyes.
“We were talking about him?” she asked quickly scavenging her thoughts about the said boy.
“Yes.” Harry slowly said walking to her and gently placing his hand over her forehead to check her temperature. “Are you alright?”
Hermione stared back at him.
He had come over that morning to bring her some brunch and talk to her about the schedule for the week because they needed to visit the Weasley’s and Harry needed some helping hand on an errand.
And then as Hermione finished up some scrambled eggs and toasts for him, she told him about Draco Malfoy’s scheduled session again and that she couldn’t leave it because he was to her temporarily since she was the one who aided him first when he was taken to the hospital.
And as they were talking about the boy, Hermione told him she’d make him some hot chocolate while Harry spoke about Draco and then she was silent the whole time and little did he know she had spaced out.
It wasn’t the first time it has happened and Hermione wouldn’t admit it to him but it was worrying her a little.
“I’m only tired.” Hermione said. “I’m sorry. I haven’t slept well over the week. There were too many things to be done at the hospital. Anyway. Speaking of the patients.. have you checked at the Ministry about the incident? What’s caused it and all?”
Harry took his sausage and scrambled egg platter from the counter and went to the small dining table and began his breakfast.
“Nope.” Harry said. “It’s still under investigation and it’s top secret project.”
“Top secret?” Hermione asked with a raised brow as she took her plate with her and sat down with him and began her breakfast as well.
“Ofcourse I’d tell you about it.” Harry assured her with a smirk. “But at the moment, there’s really nothing in the department that could be important. How are you patients who were in the incident?”
Hermione gobbled down her toast and took a mouthful of bacons and eggs.
“They’re alright in a sense.” Hermione said. “I mean, everyone is physically alright.. and well, I’ve really checked their records and been visiting some of them through group sessions and stuff.. they’re all okay. Well, except-“
“Except for Malfoy.” Harry finished for her with a little annoyance in his tone. “Are you sure he’s just not playing you around or something?”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked up at Harry, considering the thought.
“I don’t think so.” she quietly said. “I mean…I’ve done tests on him and well, he seems physically well and only his.. He’s been complaining about some dreams so I had to give him some Dreamless Potion.”
“And the result?” Harry curiously asked getting another of the bacon and sausage from the large platter.
Hermione shook her head gulping from her freshly made orange juice.
“I’m about to find out within this week.” Hermione said. “That’s what we’ll be talking about in our next session. He seems.. withdrawn from the world lately if I’d observe the things he’d tell me.”
“Like what?”
“Well, he doesn’t work that’s for sure. And he says he couldn’t really remember what makes him feel all happy and jolly before the accident – or rather what occupied his time.”
“Nothing occupies his time.” Harry told her. “He’s a bum. He doesn’t have to work. He owns an empire.”
“Yeah. But.. I asked him about hobbies…and he’d just laugh about all of it or like brush it away. So I don’t push through the questions because that tells me he’s not ready to tell me.”
“So what is he ready to tell you?”
Hermione stared at him, unsure of what to answer.
To be honest, she wasn’t sure.
Draco seemed to be quite different from the boy she knew from school and as of the moment, the things he tells her are things that are not – well, very Draco-ish.
“Well he likes to read.” Hermione said. “Two of our sessions he had a book with him while he waited for his turn.”
“Well, he was second to you in our final year. Right?” Harry told her. “Not much of a surprise there that he is smart.”
“He’s smart.” Hermione agreed with him. “But, something feels amiss.”
“Like?”
“I don’t know, Harry.” Hermione said pushing her plate slightly away from her as she laid herself back at her chair looking up at Harry.
Come to think of it, something felt peculiarly odd about the boy.
“Well, just observe if he’s just toying with you.” Harry said. “Even if he’s paying the sessions, it isn’t right for him to waste our time just incase he is doing something or rather doing this for fun. You know what I mean?”
Hermione nodded and agreed with him.
“I mean, at the end of the day, it’s still Malfoy, you know.” Harry said with a concerned look over his face. “I told professor Lupin about him lately and all these therapy.”
“What did he say?” Hermione asked as she finished up her breakfast.
“He told me to tell you that.” Harry said with a nod. “To tell you to be careful and to watch your back. In the first place, why did he agree for you to be his Healer in charge when we all know how he treated and looked at you back at school, right?”
There was a hint and touch of hurt in Hermione’s chest but she quickly brushed it away as it was an unfamiliar feeling especially if in relation to Draco Malfoy.
“I agree.” Hermione quietly said wondering, thinking now about all of their previous encounters. “Tell professor Lupin thank you and that we’d update him.”
Harry nodded and stared concernedly back at her.
“Be careful, Hermione.” Harry warned her gently. “It’s still Draco Malfoy. The Malfoy boy we knew from school. I don’t think the war could just change everyone.”
Hermione nodded quietly at him with nothing else to say.
Because that was exactly what she’d been curious about – something seemed to have drastically changed in Draco Malfoy since the war had been won over.

It has been two days since the weekend breakfast at Hermione’s place and the week had barely gone on and she was already halfway stressed with all the paper work she had to do.
Tuesday lunch time was Draco’s noted appointment with her and she had found herself up early and quickly finishing everything else she had to finish as to ensure that she would have more than enough time for Draco’s 1pm session with her.
Hermione had even placed an effort to put her next session by 4pm incase she needed to extend Draco’s appointment.
She even finished her brunch early and was ready in her small office to see him for his next exam and session with her when a hospital attendee.
But half past one came by and another hour had passed and Draco was nowhere in sight.
He was usually very early or just right on time.
And today, he was an hour and a half late.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed as she finished reading files and folders after another, had finished organizing a desk drawer and even alphabetically organized an archives of her patients’ names as she waited for Draco.
But he was nowhere in sight.
No note, no owl, no nothing.
Hermione heavily sighed, losing her patience.
She was sure that he knows today was his next session and last time they talked, nothing was wrong with him and he even told her that he’d be looking forward to the next session.
It was nearly three in the afternoon and he was nowhere in sight.
Hermione removed her Healer robes and moved to her other table to check the date and time in her work planner.
It was there, clearly written – Draco Malfoy – 1-4pm session/exam/one on one meeting.
It was nearly three and he was nowhere.
What could have happened?
Hermione battled in her head wondering what could possibly happened or where the boy was when there was a knock at her door.
She looked up with agitation hoping it was Draco.
The door opened and she was ready to berate him about being very late and how unprofessional he was for making her wait when she saw that it wasn’t Draco.
It was a mere hospital attendee who was at the door holding a small card in her hand.
“Healer Granger?” asked the young girl.
“Yes.” Hermione said quickly walking to the door. “How can I help?”
“A note came in. it’s from your patient.” the attendee said reading the small card. “It’s from someone named – Dra – Dray—Draco-“
“Draco Malfoy.” Hermione finished quickly snatching up the note card. “Where’s he?”
“It was owled.” the attendee answered her.
“Owled?” Hermione repeated eyes wide in irritation.
She quickly opened the note card and read that he couldn’t make it today at the session because he needed to stay at his apartment for something of ‘great importance’.
Hermione’s brows raised.
She folded the card, fuming in anger.
Hermione turned to the attendee and thanked her and quickly closed the door.
Placing her hands around her waist and pacing her room, she held the card in her other hand.
Draco wasn’t showing up for today’s session because he had to attend on something important in his apartment.
He purposely didn’t want to come on time and had sent the note very late – obviously hoping she was already attending to another patient or so.
Her eyes lit up as she threw the card over her table and at the other side, she noticed that his address was written.
He had written that if there was another set of questionaire for him to answer, she could freely owl at the address and that he’d finish it up and give it back to her once he’s done.
Hermione considered the whole idea of it.
She checked her time and clearly, there was nothing to do anymore since nobody booked her for appointment for the rest of the day.
Battling with herself and not wanting to clearly think things through, Hermione quickly grabbed her planner and shoved it in her bag and grabbed her Healer robes and shoved it inside it as well.
She quickly slung her back around herself and grabbed the notecard and took flight out of her office and made her way as fast as her agitated self could bring her towards the address written at the card.

“Do you trust me?” the voice asked again.
The sounds around them became clearer into what seemed like chaos.
Her heart was beating fast now – from fear, from anticipation or whatever it was that caused it – she wasn’t sure.
Why was the world in chaos?
What was going on?
“Do you trust me?” the voice repeated clearly.
She wanted to know why he was asking but before she could even ask, her body moved in its own accord as if it was separate from her mind that was always reasonable and logical.
She felt distracted for a split moment as she felt the warmth of fire suddenly coming around her.
It was like they were suddenly lit into flames.
Was it because he was gazing back at her with those eyes?
He waited as he stared back at her.
Hermione nodded her head without missing a heartbeat.
He took a tighter hold around her as the grounds beneath them started to completely give away.
She moved closer to him, feeling secured and safe in his arms.
She looked up and saw the features of his face.
She knew that face too well.
He smiled back at her with only his eyes speaking to her for what felt like the longest moment.

“Can I trust you?” he asked her then.
“Yes.” Hermione answered placing her hand around him as well.
Her eyes widened as her voice echoed back into her ear.
He smiled back at her.
“Take my hand.” he whispered with a smile despite the sadness in his beautiful eyes.
“Until the end.” she whispered back at him taking his hand.
He held it firmly and kissed it.

“On the count of three.” he said.
“On the what-“
“One.”
“Wait. What? What’s –“
“Two.”
“Hold on – what’s going on- what are you going-“
“Three.”
“Oh my god. I trust you!”
She braced herself and he took a tighter hold of her into his arms.
The grounds faltered and the sensation of falling came without a warning.
They were falling and her screams wouldn’t end in its deafening form.

“Fuck.” Hermione loudly muttered as she nearly tripped over the small steps of the apartment.
She had obviously spaced out again with thoughts in her head about that same dream she kept on having.
She noted that maybe she also needed some Dreamless Potion.
She stared at the card in her hand after Apparating and stared up at the tall building in front of her.
It wasn’t an extravagant or expensive looking high-rise building as she had expected it to be.
And truth be told, it only looked somewhere like the same apartment building that Harry was presently living in – tall and slightly Victorian and modern looking – large yet somewhere in between a minimalist and ordinary time of building.
She had wondered if Draco was really staying in this place.
Why was he not staying at the Malfoy Manor anyway?
The building was an apartment type and obviously, there were other people in it and she hardly imagined that Draco was the type to want to live in a place that had a lower class population existing in his midst.
Pushing the thought away, Hermione took the small steps and read through the buzz at Draco’s apartment.
“Here goes nothing.” Hermione muttered buzzing by the apartment.
She buzzed once, twice.
Nothing.
She buzzed again and again.
Nothing.
She was beginning to be very impatient.
She buzzed three times, eyes narrowed and lips curled at the time she has already wasted for the afternoon just for Draco Malfoy.
She wasn’t sure what made her mad – the idea that she’s wasting time for a patient or was wasting time for Draco Malfoy for no apparent relevant reason.
Hermione buzzed several more times until a window from her side was drawn.
An old-looking man was staring at her with wonder and anger in her face.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said quickly drawing herself away from the buzzer. “I was just-“
“Just get in!” he called out loudly at her buzzing her in. “If you’re buzzing for that boy, just get in! He doesn’t seem to know how to buzz people in. He barely answers!”
And then Hermione heard the man let her access in the apartment.
She apologized and thanked the old man several more times and let herself in the apartment.
A small foyer and a long staircase up to the many floors up the building came to her.
There seemed to be no elevator insight or rather a working one.
She read the card again and was glad that Draco was only staying at the 7^th floor.
Hermione stared at the small stairs and at the few floors she needed to climb and was glad that it wasn’t much anyway, after all seven floors were still seven.
Hermione heavily sighed and began her small, quick and quiet footsteps up the staircase.
And as Hermione made each step that took her breath away, Hermione cursed and thought of each thing she would tell Draco the moment she comes to face him in just a few minutes.

There was loud music – no, there was music.
There was music as she reached a landing of what looked like only two door apartment floor.
There were still about five more floors but this was the seventh.
She looked left and right to check which door had the “615” label on it.
Hermione turned to her left and found it and quickly went to the old door with cracking sounds from the floor as she made each step.
Hermione knocked without reluctance.
“Malfoy!” Hermione called out with several knock all at once. “Malfoy!”
She called out over the playing music.
She listened intently as it sounded some slightly loud instrumental music.
Was this Draco’s apartment?
There was no answer.
She placed her ear over the door and could hear the music and then she heard a movement.
“Mother of fuckers.” Hermione angrily said knocking again. “Malfoy! Open this door! Malfoy!”
The music played on and the movements in the room continued.
Hermione was really losing it this time.
“Draco!” she now yelled uncaring if the whole building heard her up. “Draco Malfoy!”
She knocked several more times as the music continued on.
She shook her head and ready to pull her wand out when she heard the chains being moved and the door being opened.
“Yes?” called out a voice as a face peeped through the door from the chained gap.
Hermione stared back at Draco’s face who looked back at her with both glee and surprise.
“What are you doing here?” he asked quickly fidgeting to untie the chains from the door.
“What am I doing here?!” Hermione breathlessly repeated as Draco successfully opened the door for her.
She stared back at him now knowing what to say.
He was wearing black sweatpants, a green long-sleeved Muggle clothes and his hair were tangled at all sides and sweat was also dripping at the side of his face.
By the looks of it, he was very busy with something – or someone.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“Are you with someone?” she asked accusingly.
Draco’s eyes widened and he quickly opened the door in its full form to let her see that he was alone.
“No.” he answered. “I’m just finishing some work.”
“Finishing work?” Hermione unbelievably repeated knowing he was unemployed anyway. “You were supposed to meet me today. Did you forget you had an appointment with me?”
“No.” Draco quickly answered. “That’s why I sent you a note-“
“You could have told me earlier – I waited for you. That was so unprofessional-“
“How about have a drink?” Draco interrupted her with a smile.
“You were- have a what?” Hermione asked, suddenly confused.
“Have a drink.” Draco said spreading a wider smile. “Come. I’ll make you something.”
Hermione opened her mouth to tell him that she didn’t plan on getting in his apartment or staying for long but he had already pulled her by the wrist inside and closed the door behind her, ensuring the locks and the chains were in their right place before turning to her with a playful smile over her face.
“I don’t want a drink-“ Hermione protested trying not to look at his barechest and loose pajamas from his waist down. “I want to know why-“
“Oh, shush, Granger.” Draco said shaking his head and opening the door for her. “You talk too much, Hermione.”
Hermione tried to look angry and professional at the same time and was just battling in her head for the next words and banters she’d throw his way when Draco fully opened the door and without warning but only a mischievous smile from his handsome face, did he take her by the arm and pulled her hard inside his private apartment and closing the door behind her, locking everything back in place.
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