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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26888 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The mystery continues and Draco and Hermione keep getting to know each other better!
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Blinded: Chapter 7
Hermione came stumbling through the door of her flat. She kicked off her shoes and they went flying against the wall. She tugged at the buttons of her jacket, shrugging it off and threw it on the floor. Heading into the kitchen she got her bottle of red wine she'd been saving for the right occasion and flopped onto the sofa. Within seconds she had the bottle open and was chugging the wine like it were water. Her head hit the back of the cushion and she closed her eyes thinking about the long day that was finally ending.
She'd eventually made it to all of the parents' homes, ending with the meeting at the Goldsteins last. Both parents had broken down when Hermione had revealed that the finger in the box belonged to their child. She'd tried to give them hope that she felt like their daughter was still alive, but Mrs. Goldstein finally had to be carried up to her room after collapsing from crying so hard and for so long.
Hermione was so frustrated that she truly had no leads in this case. Tomorrow she wanted to pick Draco's brain about any possible suspects that maybe the Aurors hadn't thought of. Malfoy of course had run in circles with darker leanings than most wizards. If she could get him thinking outside of the box, maybe they would be a step closer in finding the missing children.
Hermione took the last swallow from the bottle, and it fell out of her hand rolling across the wooden floor. With a fuzzy feeling brain, and a tired, sluggish body, she fell asleep right there on the sofa.
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Draco Malfoy woke up with a start. He could have sworn he'd heard Scorpius cry out for him. He threw off the covers and ran out of his room, down the hallway and into the nursery. His feet skidded to a stop when his eyes looked at the empty bed. There was no blond, silky-haired two year old with the big grey eyes reaching out for his father. The cold, dark room just felt so hollow. All of the life had been sucked out of the brightly, decorated room when his son had been taken.
Draco had to lean against the wall lest he fall over from grief. Why did it have to be his son? The only good thing in his life and it was taken from him. He knew the world and the universe owed him nothing. The Gods knew he was no saint and that he deserved nothing special. But, he had been given something very special in the form of a young boy who personified everything good that he'd always wished for. Even though he'd made many mistakes in his life, his son had not been a mistake. It was in fact, the only good thing he'd ever been part of.
Draco slid down the wall until he crumpled up into a ball on the floor. He'd never cried so much in his whole life. This was even taking into account the tears he'd cried all through sixth year while trying to figure out how to fix the cabinet in the room of requirement and how to kill off Dumbledore. His worries from that time in his life didn't even compare to how he felt now. He'd been scared for his parents and himself that year. Now, he knew he'd never recover, nor want to live if his son didn't come back to him alive.
The wooden floor felt cold on his face. His fingers traced patterns on the floor. The sun was starting to come out and light up the room. The suns' rays lit up the murals of the Quidditch players on the walls. Scorpius had loved looking at them and hearing the many stories of Quidditch games Draco had played while at Hogwarts. That had always been a highlight of his day to tell his son stories at bedtime and see the excitement in the eyes that were so like his own.
Draco pulled himself up from the floor and wandered over to the bed. It seemed liked an eternity since Scorpius had been taken, even though it had only been a few days. He just wanted to go take a shower and head to the ministry so he and Hermione could start working again. He would do anything and everything to bring his son back alive. With a great sigh he stood up, and with a stronger determination he headed back to his own suite of rooms. The sooner he made it there; it'd be one step closer to holding his son in his arms again.
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Oh her head hurt. Leaning up she looked around her living room and realized what had happened last night. The empty wine bottle left on the floor confirmed her thoughts. She'd come home and got drunk on the only thing she could find in the house. It had all been too much yesterday, but today was a new day to work on solving this case.
With a quick shower, a piece of toast, and cup of tea later, Hermione left her flat dressed in a bright yellow dress. It was time to make a difference in this case. When she walked into her office, she was surprised to see that Draco Malfoy was already waiting in the outer area speaking softly with her assistant. Of course her assistant was giving all of her attention to the handsome head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He seemed to be listening attentively to whatever her chatterbox assistant was blabbing about. It shouldn't bother her that Malfoy was paying attention to another woman in her own office, but frankly it did for some reason. This was annoying Hermione that she was caring so much about what this man did and said.
Hermione walked in, "Good Morning to you both." She put a smile on her face as she strutted by. "Please send in a pot of tea for me and Mr. Malfoy." She didn't mean to sound so dismissive, as her assistant looked up at her.
Draco stood saying goodbye to the young assistant and followed Hermione into her office.
"You seem cheery today, or at least look that way." He took a seat across from her desk where he planted himself yesterday. His eyes looked up and down at her figure. She was wearing one of her favorite "flirty" dresses. The sheath, lace dress had a scooped neckline with short sleeves and scalloped cuffs. She'd only hesitated a little this morning when she'd pulled this from her closet. The dress made her feel happy and confident, and this was exactly what she needed to feel today. Apparently Draco seemed to like it too because he kept looking at her.
"Are you ready for another long day?" Hermione asked him.
"As long as we don't have anymore unwelcome surprises." Malfoy said with all seriousness.
"I wish that I could assure you that we were bound to have a carefree day, but this is the wrong job for that." Hermione said sitting down in her comfy office chair. She pulled out a blank piece of white paper. At the top she had, "Suspects" and then she started numbering from 1-20 on the side.
Looking up she noticed that Draco was snickering. "What's so funny Malfoy? Have you never seen a list before?"
"I'm not laughing at the fact that you have a list, I'm laughing because this is just so you." Hermione was trying to decide if he was making fun of her or not.
From the look on his face she had a feeling that he was making an observation and not acting like the old Malfoy. Back then he was always finding every opportunity to make fun of her.
"This normal, regular me is the one that always solves cases so you should be happy that I've not changed." Hermione added.
"I'm hoping with all of my heart that you are the same. Out of everyone I've known, you've been the most accomplished. If your great skills bring back my son, I say kudos to you." He grinned at her while sitting back in his chair.
"So first, who do you know that would hold any grudges against the Pureblood parents of the kidnapped children?" Hermione started with her questioning?
"Maybe it's a Muggleborn that is targeting our families." Draco offered first.
"Before you think that I'm crazy, I just have a feeling that's not the case." Hermione tapped her pen on the desk. "I'm thinking it's a Pureblood. They're making a point against Purebloods that may have switched sides during the war."
"You do know that Muggleborns can be as ruthless as Purebloods when it comes to enacting revenge?" Draco leaned forward as he made his point. "Look at you, I don't ever want to be on your bad side ever again." He cocked his eyebrow at her as he rubbed his fingers against his chin.
Hermione glared back at him. "Point taken, but…" she hesitated and looked at him. "OK, fair enough. Let's make two lists, one for Purebloods and the other for Muggleborns." She pulled out another piece of paper.
"You might as well get one more list started for Halfbloods too." Draco said.
Hermione hesitated, but gave up in order to keep the peace. "Great point Malfoy. Let's get started."
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"Gentlemen and Ladies we're meeting today to talk about protocol. Most specifically the handling of unknown packages and objects that comes into our office."
Harry looked out to see the many bored and restless faces of the Aurors and office assistants in his department. He wasn't thrilled that Hermione had given him this task of training these people in such a mundane, but important thing. He knew that they would react the exact way they were acting now.
"What are we doing wrong boss?" Harry almost groaned as he heard Ron ask the question in a hostile tone. It seemed to be a pattern lately of Ron causing problems for him at work. Maybe he was getting lazy and tired of his job, but he seemed to be taking a lot of his frustrations out on Harry.
"What everyone is doing wrong is that we need to start wearing gloves when handling any projects or unknown parcels that come in." Harry tried to stay calm even though he felt like yelling at Ron and the rest of the apparently distracted Aurors. "This simple thing done daily by Muggles is something that should have been standard procedure here at the Ministry." His eyes narrowed in on Ron first because of his bad attitude.
"Yesterday we could have had a breakthrough in the kidnapping case if so many people hadn't handled the box sent from the kidnappers." Harry noticed that several of them had sat up and were now paying attention. There was also some whispering going on. Not everyone knew what had happened yesterday. "In the box was a finger of one of the kidnapped children."
Seamus raised his hand, "Do we know which child was maimed?"
Harry hesitated but answered, "Yes, we were able to identify the child, but we will not be letting the identity of the child known right now. Once Deputy Head Granger feels like it's necessary, I will be informing you."
"Also know, that Deputy Head Granger is working on a spell to help identify fingerprints more accurately, even under situations where a package had been manhandled." Harry added.
"Well if anyone can figure something out, it'll be Hermione." Parvati spoke out and of course everyone nodded in agreement. Even though Hermione had been gone for seven years, most people were in awe of her intelligence and innovating ideas.
"Now for more procedures that need to be reviewed…" more groans could be heard as Harry continued his lecture. He was going to finish this up so he could be off doing more pleasant things like helping Hermione catch the thugs who were behind the kidnappings.
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The sound of her stomach rumbling filled her office. Embarrassed, she looked up and saw Malfoy trying to hold back a grin. "Is someone's tummy ready for lunch?"
"Nice Malfoy…tummy?" Hermione couldn't hold back a bemused look on her face.
"Sorry Granger. You'll understand after you have a child. Even the most prolific of adults have a hard time not letting in a bit of child-talk." Draco sat up straighter in his chair and smoothed his hair back with his hand.
"I wasn't necessarily making fun of you. It just took me by surprise." Hermione tried to ignore the man and get back to the lists they'd been working on.
"You may want to ignore your hunger pains," Draco stood up shaking out his legs, "But I'm heading somewhere for lunch. Would you like to join me?"
Hermione looked up at him like he'd spoken foreign words.
"What? Don't the employees of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement take lunch breaks?" Draco asked her in his typical, snotty Malfoy tone.
"Of course they do; but I don't usually stop for lunch." Hermione spoke back truthfully.
"I already knew the answer to that question." Draco leaned forward onto her desk, "I always see your little boyfriends taking several tea breaks, coffee breaks and lunch breaks throughout the day." His disdainful sneer apparent as he spoke of Harry and Ron.
"Well, it sounds like you take many of those same breaks if you've seen Harry and Ron out and about on their breaks." Hermione huffed back at him.
"I never said that those of us in the Department of International Magical Cooperation didn't take breaks." He stood up proudly, crossing his arms. "We know when it's important to take a brain break."
Hermione smiled and started to open her mouth to say something about his brain, when Draco leaned back over and put his finger over her lips, "Don't even say it…are you coming or not?"
She looked at the man who had been working by her side all morning and decided a break might be a good thing. "Yes, I'll come with you."
"Good Granger. It'd be a shame to not head out into the open to show off that cute little frock you're wearing today." He winked at her and sauntered out of her office, his words almost making her blush-almost.
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As Hermione ran to catch up with Malfoy, neither one of them noticed the man holding a red package that was being carried to the office by a low-level assistant that hadn't bothered to go to the meeting earlier that day. It had been delivered by one of those unusual Muggle postmen again. Oh well, it wasn't his problem. All he did every day was fetch and carry for his higher ups. He might as well be a house elf for the jobs he was assigned to do. Where was everyone anyhow? The frustrated man dropped the box on the first desk in the door and then left to go eat his now mushy sandwich he'd brought from home.
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Not another box! Yes, another surprise from the kidnappers. I hope that you're liking the story so far. As I keep reminding readers and reviewers, this story may be slow going, but I'm developing a real plotline and want it to be as real as possible. If you like the story I'm always open to reviews! Remember to check out my other stories: Time Changes All Things, Living and Counting Fingers, Counting Toes, a story of Cedric and Hermione as they try to become parents.
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