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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:
This is my last beta edited chapter as of now.
Will be sending the rest in a few hours or as fast as my nice and patient beta sends it back to me for repost.
Please do let me know what you think.
I'm about to repost (but not take down the thread like I did on this site) for this story at A03. So for thos reading also at that site, from beginning till about chapter 5 will be beta edited post already.
Thank you readers!
Have a good weekd!

Chapter Five
Roses Are Blue

“I’m dead.” she miserably thought as she saw nothing but white-light overhead. “I’m dead, I’m dead.. I’m dead.. oh god, I’m dead.”
“You’re not dead.” A voice came from her side.

Hermione tried to move her body, but she could barely move.
There was pain all over her body but she was somewhat grateful that she could feel something.
It would only mean that she was indeed alive.
She tried to feel her surroundings until she felt a pair of warm hands cover her left hand.

“You’re alright.” Harry’s voice came. “You’re doing well but you need to lie in for a few more hours.”
“Harry?” Hermione asked trying to open her heavy eyelids. “Harry?”
“I’m here.” Harry said gently pressing her hand. “I’m just here.”
“What happened?” she managed to say.

Her eyes were still heavy but she could slowly open them and her blurred visions were slowly clearing.

“You’ve been out for a few hours.” Harry said. “You’re still here at the emergency room because they want to make immediate tests on you. You’re at St. Mungo’s.”
“What the fuck happened?” Hermione managed trying to move more but the pain in her body was stopping her.

Her head also felt like menace.
“Elevator at the Ministry gave away.” Harry explained to her. “Lucky that you’ve been saved.”
“Saved?” Hermione asked him trying to recall what has happened. “You saved me?”
“Nope.” Harry dryly said. “Someone else did.”

Hermione opened her eyes fully and forced her visions to clear away.
She tried to recall what has happened in the past hours and why she was in such great pain at the emergency room of St. Mungo’s.
It took her a while but soon, she recalled what exactly has happened.

“Oh gods.” she gasped looking and moving around her to reach for Harry’s hand. “Harry – Malfoy – he was-“
“Not yet well.” Harry said over her.

He was standing by the bed and was looking more concerned about her.
He gestured behind him as another bed a few feet from Hermione’s was placed.
Someone unconscious was lying over it.

“Oh gods.” Hermione gasped painfully as she made a sudden movement that made her feel dizzy and gave more pain along her arm.
“He’s still knocked out.” Harry explained moving to block her view of him. “But he’s alive. And I think he’ll be fine.”

Hermione breathed heavily trying to calm herself down and recall everything else she could try to remember.
“The elevators.” Hermione said pressing Harry’s hands. “It was – it just – I’m not sure –“
“They were fixing it when you got into it.” Harry said. “They were just about to place the sign that it was going to be under construction when you got into it.”
“Malfoy followed me.” Hermione bitterly said. “He entered the elevator – tried to catch up on it.”
“Well, I can’t believe that I’m going to say this but good thing that he did.”
“Why?”
Harry looked down her completely oblivious expression.
“Well, if he didn’t I’m sure you’re dead by now as you would have been hit full blast by the metal that got unhinged when the elevator gave away. You would have probably been squashed face first, ‘Mione.”
“He – wait, what?”
“He saved your life.” Harry pointed out. “Malfoy just saved your life.”

Her head spun a bit more than she wanted it as she tried to comprehend what he just told her.
“It couldn’t be-“ Hermione said. “We were – across one another and-“
“Nope.” Harry said shaking his head. “You two were found together – he was actually on top of you.”
“He was what?!”
She looked up at him and gave him an angry look.
Harry tried to keep his face straight as he could just tell how angry she was and the only reason she was suppressed from blowing up there is because of the pain she was feeling inside her head.

“This isn’t funny.” Hermione angrily said. “I don’t find anything funny at all.”
“Nobody finds this funny.” Harry reminded her. “You should go back to sleep and get some rest.”
“Once I’m better I’m going to forever erase that smirk over your face.” Hermione spat. “I could barely move, Harry. This is nowhere funny at all.”
“But he saved your life.” Harry said. “Did you know the git took the full fall of the metal?”
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Harry gestured for her to lay back down calmly as he continued to speak.
“He’s lucky to be alive – the bastard.” Harry said and there was a strange concern in his voice. “I’d be very surprised if he can still walk after that. I guess wild grass never dies easily.”

A look of concern passed Hermione’s face.

Draco Malfoy had just saved her life and now he was at the point where he could be invalid because of what has happened – because he saved her life.

“You mean he hasn’t gained consciousness?” Hermione asked him gesturing at the bed next to her.
“Nope.” Harry answered as he sat on the chair next to her bed. “But I’m surprised, really for what he’s done. You know that you two were found in a position that obviously pointed out that he purposely placed himself over you in order to save you and evade the idea of the metal flattening you out and killing you on the spot.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t say anything.
She could hardly move and speak and think clearly.

And now, she was as shocked to find out that Draco Malfoy had just saved her life.
No, maybe it was some sort of humanistic reflex.
Humanistic reflex?
Malfoy?
Anywhere with humane attribute inside of him?
Seriously.
As far as she knows, there was nothing ever humane about Draco Malfoy.

“You’re not eating.” Harry said entering her private ward a few days later. “You’ve got to finish your dinner.”
Hermione looked up at him from her bed where she sat by her dinner tray.
Harry closed the door behind him and raised what looked like some Chinese take-out.
He walked wordlessly across the room and placed the package at the end of her bed.

“Would you rather have some of these?” Harry asked with a smile. “There’s technically nothing wrong with your digestive system so you’re actually on some freedom diet.”
“Aren’t you going to get fired?” Hermione asked as she picked out the blueberries from the dessert cup from her tray.
“Fired?”
“Yes.” Hermione said. “You’ve been spending a lot of time here at the hospital. I told you already that I’m good.”
“It’s only been four days, ‘Mione.” Harry said as he began preparing the Chinese take-out over the tray for them to consume.

Hermione stared at the two take outs he was preparing for the two of them.
He obviously knew her enough to know that she wasn’t really going to eat the hospital food.

“That’s long enough.”
“I’m the Chosen One.” Harry said winking at her.
“Not funny.” Hermione replied although she did smile, but had hit him by throwing the plastic hospital fork towards him.
Harry evaded it and smiled down at her.
“How’s your arm?” he asked, for staring down at her right arm.

Other than the slight injury, she was free to leave the coming weekend on the condition that she takes all her prescription on time and that she returns twice a week for her therapy at the hospital.
“Well, if it hasn’t been casted I would like to try if I can hex your balls off, Potter.” Hermione said making minimal movements over her casted and bandaged right arm.
“Easy, Granger.” Harry said, licking his bottom lip after tasting one of the Chinese dishes he opened.
The smell wafted all throughout the elegant room.
“This smells so good.” Hermione said as Harry prepared a platter of it for her. “And it’s really going to smell around here.”
“We can magically clean it later.” Harry said placing a napkin over her hospital gown and helping her with her left hand to start eating.
He removed the hospital dinner aside and organized the Chinese dinner he had for her.
“I told you to get me a simple room.” Hermione said as she stared around the room that has housed her. “I don’t have money to pay for this.”
She had been kept at the emergency room for the past three days.
Harry swallowed a mouthful of the delicate dish and stared up at her with a reluctant look over his face.
“What?” Hermione asked seeing the question in his eyes. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” Harry lied quickly looking away from her. “Try this shrimp out with-“
“What is it?” Hermione asked placing her utensil down and staring back at him.
“It’s nothing.” Harry said staring at her. “I tell you-“
“Where’s my bill?” Hermione asked him. “Did you pay for my bill?”
“No.” Harry replied. “I was planning to.”
“Well don’t tell me you went downstairs to just buy food somewhere?” Hermione asked him. “I asked you to go downstairs to get and check my bill.”
Harry looked completely defeated.

He swallowed again and stared at her knowing there was no point of lying.
“Well, you see you’ve got no bill to pay.”
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked him as she moved forward with difficulty. “Are they housing me for free?”
“No.” Harry said. “I asked you to be transferred to a simple room – like you’ve requested – when they said you could leave the emergency room. But they had me sent you here because they said it’s been reserved for you – paid for, together with all of your bills and the first twelve sessions of your rehabilitation for the therapy.”

“What?” Hermione asked eyes wide.

Harry had to hold onto the tray as Hermione moved around in surprise and had hit the tray with her large cast.

“What do you mean?” she asked him again, eyes wide.

This time, she looked absolutely aggressive and slightly angered.

Harry swallowed a spoonful and sighed heavily.
Hermione didn’t let go of his arm.

“What’s going on, Potter?” she slowly asked.
“Someone obviously paid for your bill.” Harry said unable to lie and keep it from her anymore. “There’s no bill to pay and I wasn’t able to pay it before whoever paid it for you.”
“Who would pay for my bill?” Hermione asked incredulously. “This must be a very expensive room and not to mention one therapy is worth a lot knowing it’s from St. Mungo’s and I’ve been paid for twelve sessions.”
“Well just be grateful.” Harry said trying to brush off the subject. “At least you don’t have to use up your savings over some medical expense-“
“Yes, and what if someday the bill goes and blows up right at my face and I have no money to pay for it?”
Harry didn’t answer her.
He was as clueless as she was.
“Is there no way to find out?” she asked shoving Harry’s hand away from her as he attempted to give her some of the take out.

Harry shook his head.

“I tried.” Harry said. “I tried asking around, tried asking in the different offices since you’ve been transferred here. Nobody could give me information. All they could say is that you’re all well and paid together with the therapy and that you just have to get out of the hospital over the weekend and follow your Healer’s instructions on what to do next.”

Hermione stared at him not content with his answer.
How could he be content and satisfied with such answers from the hospital?
Was he not concerned of the person who anonymously paid for all her bills that were obviously nowhere near cheap?

“’Mione, don’t think about it, please.” Harry’s voice pulled her back into reality as he ushered her to eat. “It may have been some sort of blessing. Someone might just have some kind heart to give you off something like that. It could happen, you know. I mean, it’s not like they don’t know what you’ve done for the war.”
Hermione didn’t say anything anymore as she accepted the food Harry moved towards her.
She slowly began to eat with her mind still wandering off on whoever was kind enough to pay for all her bills and would want to remain anonymous.

“Are you sure that they have no way of finding out it was me?”
“Quite sure, young master.” answered the Healer as he bowed.
He watched as the assistant Healers and other Medi-Witches moved around and changed the bandages around him.

“How long do I have to remain on bed rest?” Draco asked as he was assisted around in his large suite back at the apartment he had been able to buy within the few hours that he has gained consciousness at St. Mungo’s.

Draco gained consciousness the day after Hermione did.
He had quickly requested his condition to be kept secret from the mate he had at the emergency room ward.
And so, given all the money he has, all his requests were followed smoothly and without question.
He was transferred to a private ward at the middle of the night where Hermione was in deep sleep and Harry was snoring his head off at the watcher’s couch.
He was transferred to a room of his own where he was tended to by private Healers upon his request.
Some broken limbs and a few gashes and wounds here and there but nothing detrimental and worse than he had expected or as was first diagnosed of him.

Once he was able to ensure that he could be out of the hospital because he could be healed outside St.Mungo's to avoid murmurs from the public, he quickly requested a transfer.

He asked his wizard servant from the Malfoy Manor to buy him an apartment within London and asked the same servant to buy him all the basic needs for a living he would need and everything else that the Healers would need for his transfer.

Sooner than expected, he was transferred out of St. Mungo’s in the midst of the night and back at the apartment bought for him.
Healers and Medi-Witches tended to him at his new apartment in order to ensure that his healing process was sped up.
The moment he could slowly move his arms again, he quickly requested for his and Hermione’s bills.

He signed and paid for everything and hearing that Hermione needed to be sent on therapy like him, he paid for the first set of therapy that Hermione needed and requested all his deeds to be kept anonymous.

With the name and money that he has, every bit of his requests were given.

“Two more weeks or so, young master.” the servant entered and served tea for him and for the Healers in the room.
Draco nodded quietly and contemplated things.
“I have plans organized before this incident, I would like everything-“
“Everything has been rearranged, young master.” the old servant said with a smile for the boy. “You only need to rest.”
“Thank you.” Draco said taking a small sip from his tea.
He was still in a wheelchair and wouldn’t be able to get out of it for at least two more weeks of therapy.
His didn’t have any cast around his arms but a bandage was still heavy around his head and around his ribcage that has been hit hard by the fallen metal.

Other than the consistent pain he endured once the pain killers subsided, he was well-tended to and give or take half a month or so and he would slowly regain his strength in a faster pace.

“Please make sure that Miss Granger never finds out that I was the one who paid for everything that she had.” Draco instructed over the people inside the room.
“Done as you wish, young master.”
“Please update me as well for her recovery process and the progress of her therapy.”
“As you wish.” the head Healer tending to him answered. “I would be providing the schedule of her therapy. Once your weekly therapy here is over, would you like to proceed taking it at St. Mungo’s?”

Draco stared at his cup of tea considering the question.
“Is it likely that I would see her?” he asked slowly.
“Yes.” the Healer honestly answered. “There is only one large department where therapies are done. But if you would like to continue it here at your place or proceed with a private schedule at St. Mungo’s that will not collide with her schedule, I’m sure I could make a couple of arrange-“

“I’ll think about it.” Draco answered him with a slight nod. “Let’s take one step at a time. I could barely comprehend what has happened to the both of us. Give me time to reorganize my thoughts and access things. I have other things in my mind to tend to.”
The Healer nodded coherently at Draco’s request.
There weren’t much things in his head that he needed to tend to.
In fact there were only two things running inside his head.
The first one was why he had decided to pay for all of Hermione’s expenditures and why, he wanted to be kept anonymous for all the kind deeds he has done for her.

“Miss Granger, your signature please?”
Hermione looked up and groaned.
Another full bouquet of flowers were delivered in her office.
It has been half a month since the elevator incident.
She was back in her normal routine home and office routine and was almost back in perfect health.
She still had three therapy sessions left that she was finishing at St. Mungo’s but other than that, she was all well.

Today was her second day back at work and on her first day back, Harry had connived with the rest of the departments for a welcome-back party that lasted half the day.

Gifts of sorts were given to her including bouquets of roses and flowers.
Half of the gifts were taken to her home and the other half like the dozens of fresh flowers had to remain back in her office at the Ministry.
Hermione signed her name over the wizard’s log book and moved back to her table to give him a tip.
“Oh, no need, Miss Granger.” the young wizard said. “I’ve already been generously tipped by the sender.”
“Really?” Hermione said with a shrewd look over her face.

Honestly, it was her first time to decide to give a tip from all the flower deliveries and get well soon cards and gifts of sorts thrown her way.
“Yes, Miss Granger.” the young wizard said with a smile.
“Well, that person must be very generous.” Hermione said excitedly staring at the large bouquet.
Her eyes slightly narrowed as she could barely find the card around the roses.

In fact, she was slightly surprised with what has been sent to her.
Of all the flowers and roses given to her this was the only blue ones given to her.
She had received red and white roses from Harry, had received flowers of sorts from different people and all had a card on them with a greeting and their name on it.
But this one was blue and didn’t have a name on the card she could barely find.
“Wait!” Hermione called back at the young lad. “This was ordered by? I couldn’t find a card.”
The young lad stared at her for a moment then shook his head.
“Sorry, Miss Granger.” he answered shaking his head. “I’ve only been given that and an envelope of generous tip to ensure I deliver it here and on time while its all fresh. They’ve been freshly picked.”
Hermione opened her mouth to ask further but the lad had nodded at her and had disappeared right out of her office door.

She stared back down over the roses and moved it around looking for the card.
Finally, she’s found it stashed deeply beneath the fresh blue roses.
She quickly let go of the bouquet and excitedly read through the card.
“Hoping for your fast recovery.”

And then that was it.

She turned the card over and around but there was no name on it.
The type of scrawl was however quite familiar.
She wasn’t sure where she’d seen it but she was sure that she’s seen it somewhere before.
She grabbed the bouquet in her hands again and inhaled the tantalizing smell of the blue roses.
They were indeed very fresh.
Hermione stared back at the card in her other hand.
It was a really familiar scrawl.
Somewhere in her Hogwarts days she was sure of it.
Was it Harry’s handwriting and he was somehow trying to be romantic towards her again?
But before she could really try to remember how Harry’s signature and handwriting looked like, there was a sudden noise and burst by her office doorway.
“Surprise!” called out a voice by the doorway.
Hermione looked up with a narrowed gaze and saw Harry standing by the door holding a large box in his other hand and a fresh bouquet of red roses in his other hand.
The joyous and excited look upon Harry’s face slowly faded as he stood there and his green eyes fell over the blue roses and card in Hermione’s hands.
Something in the way of Harry’s change of expression told Hermione that he was the one that was surprised upon his own arrival.
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