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Through the Son	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 15925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author's Notes:
Friday finally!!!
Thank you for the patient beta work with my Dramione story.
As said, these are beta edited chapters. Won't have a new chapter till a few more runs so please, please be patient with my reposted chapters.

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Chapter Four
An Accident

“Why are the pancakes burnt?” Harry asked, looking over his work desk that morning.
“Are you going to eat that or are you going to be ungrateful?” Hermione asked, placing down a hot cup of caffeine over his desk as well.
“Sorry.” Harry quickly said, looking over the packed brunch she had made for him and picking out the pancake with the least burns over it.

Hermione was standing over his desk with her hands over her Ministry Worker uniform.
“What?” Harry asked looking up at her halfway through returning to his reading of the day’s paper.
Hermione only raised a brow at him.
“What?” Harry asked again taking a second bite from the pancake. “I’m eating the pancake you-“
“Don’t what me.” Hermione pointed out. “I’ve given you your breakfast as usual. Now tell me what you’ve done about the issue yesterday.”
“Issue?” Harry asked her. “What issue?”

Hermione looked furious and Harry had to straighten himself over his chair and try to look as serious as possible.
“Seriously?” Hermione asked, taking out her wand.

Harry’s eyes widened but she only used a Summoning Charm and the edition of yesterday’s paper came into her hands.
She placed it over Harry’s table and made him read the article about the Marriage Law.
Harry stared and his eyes narrowed.
He looked slightly annoyed for a moment and then he stood up and folded the paper away.

“I already told you.” Harry said. “It’s going to be passed whether we like it or not. I’ve done my best but it seems there are no ways out of it and besides they’re putting conditions that are likely to even out or make things equal on all or both parties-“
“That’s not my point here.” Hermione protested walking after him as he walked around his room trying to avoid her gaze.
“Hermione, do you really think I’d like to get married with someone I don’t like either?” he asked her seriously.

Hermione stared at him, unconvinced despite his charms and truth in his words.
“Bloody hell. You’re Harry Potter-” Hermione said, poking him over the chest and advancing towards him. “You will likely get the best out of this.”
“Is that the problem?” Harry asked her with a weird look and smile over his face. “That you’re scared you’d marry some oaf out there or some Pureblood who disgusts you?”

“No.” Hermione said, but her eyes told him otherwise.
They’ve known one another for so long that Harry knew if she was lying or half-lying or telling the truth about something.
He was sure that even if her put up reason to the world is that ‘it wasn’t fair to get married to someone you didn’t love’ he knew that she was very much worried of not getting the upper hand of the situation and issue at hand.

“Hermione.” Harry groaned at her as Hermione started to turn away from him.
“That’s not my reason.” Hermione said shoving his hand away from her.

But Harry smiled and grasped her arm quickly and pulled her to him.
Hermione looked away from him, trying to avoid his gaze through their close proximity.
If someone enters, one would think they were doing something inappropriate in a Ministry office in office hours.

“Hermione, look at me.” Harry said forcing her to look back at him. “Is that what this is? That you’re scared that you’re going to be matched up with some bloody Pureblood that-“
“You know that my reason is about this not giving equal rights.” Hermione snapped at him but he was trying to catch her gaze with a knowing smile.
“Okay, let’s give it that you are also very concerned about equal rights on this – but do tell me, Hermione Granger – you’re also worried that you would be matched up with someone you absolutely do not like, yes?”

Hermione didn’t answer.
She was gritting her teeth and her silence told Harry everything he needed to know.
He almost laughed at her.
He gripped her by the side of her arms and made her face him.

“Bloody hell.” Harry said trying not to smile too much as to not offend her. “You’re worried about that?"
“Harry-“
“You think you’re the only one who’s bloody scared and worried??” Harry asked her. “You think Snape is not?”
“I really don’t care what he-“
“You think Neville isn’t worried as well? He sent me an owl and asked me already if I can-“
“Harry, what I’m trying to say-“
“And how about Charlie – you think he’s all happy with getting himself-“
“I’m trying to say something-“
“And how about me?” Harry suddenly asked her. “You think I’m not worried I’m going to be paired up with some Pureblood whose nose is as bad as their attitude?”

Hermione looked up at him and sighed heavily.
“You don’t get what I’m trying to say here.” Hermione simply said with a frown.
Harry smiled at her.

“You also don’t get what I’m trying to say.” Harry said. “You’re putting this as a problem when there’s an easy solution to it.”
“Really?” Hermione asked with a raised brow. “And what is that Mr. Harry James Potter?”
“Marry me.” Harry said with a proud smile. “Marry me, Hermione and we solve both our problems.”

Hermione looked angered beyond she was already.
She tried to push him away but Harry only laughed and kept his hold on her.

“I’m not in the mood to joke.”
“You think I’m joking?” Harry asked her. “I’d marry you, ‘Mione.” Harry seriously said.

Hermione looked away again and despite that Harry felt hurt for a moment, he didn’t show it to her.
“Hermione?” he asked with a kind smile. “Wouldn’t you want to marry me?”
“We’ve already talked about this.” Hermione said trying to free herself from him.
“So you rather get married to some git out there?” Harry asked her with a mischievous grin.

Hermione didn’t answer.

“What if the law matches you up with professor Snape?” he asked her with a smile. “Would you rather have that?”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous-“
“One attributes of their pairing people is in accordance of their magical abilities and intellectual capacity. And with your attributes and Snape’s, I don’t think they’ll around the issue of your age difference-“
“Please.” Hermione said with a smirk. “I think Professor Snape would rather get himself bitten again by a snake than marry me.”
“Oh you wouldn’t know.” Harry said. “Would you?”
“Harry, I’m trying to think of a way to solve this major problem that you don’t seem to take seriously.”
“I’m taking it seriously.” Harry said letting her arm go and letting her get to her things from the couch where she dumped them over.
“No, you’re not.” Hermione said slinging her small bag with her and taking some documents from the couch with her.
“I’m asking you to marry me.” Harry said leading her to his door again.

Hermione sarcastically laughed at him.
“What a great indecent proposal this is, Harry.”
“Would you like a candle lit dinner then?” Harry asked placing himself over the door to stop her from getting out.
“Move away.” Hermione said with a smile as she shook her head.
“Oh come on.” Harry said refusing to move from the door. “Candle lit dinner? Roses? I can cook for you-“
“We both know you burn things in the kitchen.”
“No, I don’t.” Harry said. “I’m used to Muggle cooking just the way you want it-“
“Harry, I need to get back to my office. Break is over.”
“It’s only half past eleven-“
“And I’ve been late for my own work because guess what, I needed to make you breakfast because you forgot to take yours.”
“I didn’t ask you to.” Harry smirked at her.

Hermione looked furious.
“I mean, I’m more than grateful. You see, you’ll make a really, really good wife-“
“I’ll see you later, Harry.” Hermione said pushing him away from the door.

Harry laughed and moved away from the door and let her out.
“So, I’ll see you later?” he asked her opening the door for her.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Candlelit dinner with roses and all?” Harry asked, stealing a kiss from her cheek before she ducked away.
Hermione hit him with the file in her hand but she laughed nevertheless.
“You try and do that and I swear, I’ll hex your balls off.”
“Oh, I’m so hurt.” Harry called out after her. “And very much enticed to have you see them again.”
“Shut up!” Hermione called over her shoulder trying to restrain her laughter as people she walked passed down the corridor and desks were all staring at her direction from the office she had just left.

They had been item for years since they graduated from Hogwarts and it didn’t need a ring around either of their fingers for people to think that they have been love birds for as long as they had been friends.

Hermione had been walking with all her office things in her arms when she heard a commotion down two corridors from Harry’s office.
There was a crowd that was seemingly hovering over something or rather someone.
Camera flashes already told her that these were people from the Daily Prophet and probably hovering on some victim again.
And then she saw it, a tall blond man in the middle of the crowd that was moving forward her direction.

She didn’t know why, but she quickly panicked at the sight of the blonde and the crowd that was quickly following him towards her direction.

Hermione cursed.

She didn’t want to be bothered by the Daily Prophet should they see her – they had been dying to get an interview with her too and an exclusive with her in regards to anything or everything there could be asked about the war, about Harry Potter and about the two of them.

“Bullocks.” Hermione muttered, looking in either direction of the corridor she was in.

One end was a complete blank dead end and the other was filled with a line of inquiries.
There was only one way out.
Without really thinking, she pressed for the elevator and waited with her wits to enter it and disappear from view.
It opened just in time as the crowd neared and she literally jumped inside with all her belongings.
In her shaken state, she managed to fumble on a few buttons for a floor but before the doors closed, it was halted down by some sort of magic.

Hermione looked up with dreadful eyes but before she could comprehend what has happened, someone yelled for her to hold the door and then someone, a blond blur burst inside and whipped a wand and closed the elevator doors and it started to move before the crowd of Daily Prophet people came.

“Thanks.” A breathless voice said. “Sorry, didn’t mean for the spell to hit anyone. Those reporters are a menace. Are you alright? Did I hit you?”

The blonde looked up at her and Hermione met his surprised and terrified gaze as well.

“Malfoy?” Hermione asked looking up at him.

She was sure it was him and at the same time, not the boy she had known in those years.
Yes, he looked as dashing and tall as he could possibly be but his once very handsome and flawless face was no more.
A burn at the side of his left cheek was very much visible.
It doesn’t take a genius to know that it was done by Dark Magic and therefore could no longer be healed no matter.

“Granger?” he asked looked back at her with the same surprised and utmost expression that she was wearing.
But before Hermione could answer, there was a loud sound that was like that of an explosion and before they both knew it, lights had gone out and the elevator took a very sudden and abrupt stop that left the two of them being thrown over at either side of the elevators.

“Lumos!”

Hermione took out her wand but Draco was a lot faster with his reflexes.

“Bullocks.” Hermione said again as her things fell all over the elevator floor.
Draco lifted the light over to her direction to help her see the things she was gathering in her armful.
“What’s going on with the elevator?”
“It’s been broken since the other day.” Hermione said. “This is the fifth time it’s happened and the second time it’s happened to me.” Hermione angrily spat at him.
He looked slightly off at the way she spoke to him but then again, she was hardly his concern at the moment.
“So what does that mean?” Draco asked as he lifted the light around to help her see her things clearer. “Are we stuck here?”
“Obviously.” Hermione snapped at him standing up from the floor and taking her things with her. “Take that light off from my face!”

Draco looked completely taken aback but he didn’t say anything.
He gently lowered his wand away from her and back away from her lashing outtake.

“How long does it take to fix?” he asked her gently.
“Forever.” Hermione said whipping her wand out and igniting it as well.

The elevator took a brighter turn and Draco immediately saw the stress in her face.
But there was something else.
A flicker of what looked like nervousness and fear in her eyes.

“Are you alright?” he asked her concernedly.
“What do you think?” she snapped back at him giving him a dark look.

Draco looked completely offended this time but he didn’t say anything.
“I told you to get that fucking wand off my face.” Hermione lashed at him, pointing over his wand.
Draco held it out to give better light but it wasn’t directed towards her.
He only sighed and took a few steps backward from her.

“So how long does it take for them to fix this and realize that people could be stuck here?” Draco asked moving around the elevator and checking the walls with the light of his wand.
“I told you it takes forever.” Hermione said, moving herself at the end of the elevator and standing completely still. “Don’t walk around.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed and he looked back at her.
Even through their limited light, he could see her face turning pale and her expression turning in obvious fear.
“Are you alright?” he asked her again unable to stop himself. “Are you feeling sick?” he said.
“Don’t move around!” Hermione warned him pointing at his feet as he took two steps forward her.
Draco looked completely bewildered.

He looked down over his feet then back at her and then at the elevator around them.

She was scared.

She was dead scared of small spaces.
He wasn’t sure why he’s done it but he suddenly made one leapt.
It wasn’t a large one but it was enough to slightly shake the elevator.
Hermione made a small squeal and then she pointed her wand directly at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Hermione asked him. “I told you to stop moving-“
“Are you scared?” he asked her but not unkindly. “In small spaces?”
He wasn’t a genius but it also didn’t take him to be a Healer to tell that Hermione’s expression told him everything that he needed to know.
“Granger-“
“Don’t come anywhere near me.” Hermione warned him sinking at her end of the elevator. “And just don’t move for crying out loud-“
“We’re safe in here.” Draco said taking one gentle step towards her. “And I bloody think that if we send out help or something they’ll know something has happened-“
“They already know.” Hermione told him. “They’re going to fix it but it will take time so if you will just please goddamn sit down and don’t make any movement that might make this thing fall off.”

Draco looked at her.

He hardly think that something as an elevator was likely to kill them or just fall off even if it was broken.
They were, after all, at the Ministry of Magic.
And in the magical world things just don’t fall apart without any magical resistance.
She was just scared and that was very much obvious at the moment.
“Alright.” Draco gently said backing away and sitting at the other end of the elevator. “Just calm yourself down-“
“I’m fucking calm.” Hermione snapped back at him.

Draco almost laughed out loud at her expression.
But before he could say anything else they both heard it.
Their eyes caught one another and the constricted feel of panic and fear both passed them.
The alarming sound of something big and metallic breaking.
The sound of nails unscrewing or some sort of attached metals breaking completely.

Hermione wasn’t sure anymore what has happened next for all she knew was that she was entirely screaming as they both felt the sudden free falling of the elevator that unhinged from its posts.
There was a loud crash, a very hard tug around her arms and the familiar feel of magic around her and then a deafening sound around her and something heavy tugging around her body.
Hermione wasn’t sure what happened next but before she completely blacked out she could hear panicked voices, she sound of metal being lifted and moved around and then the feel of something heavy over her own body that had protected her from some large piece of something from falling completely over to her face.
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