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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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Chapter Six
Therapies

“Harry?” Hermione called out over the cashier at the café. “Harry!”
Hermione called out louder in Harry’s direction.
He was seated in their usual seat at the café down the street from the Ministry.
It was where they usually take their lunch break or have a quick dinner before going home.
Harry was apparently still determined to not talk to her about what happened that morning.
He was pretty much excited with a bunch of pastries in hand and some freshly picked roses for her only to find that some anonymous person had sent her flowers that were a rare type.

“Oh, seriously.” Hermione rolled her eyes.
She turned back to the cashier and thanked them over the register for her change and stalked back over their table as they waited for their order.
“Are you seriously, seriously not going to talk to me?” she asked tossing her purse over the table and sitting across him.
Harry’s eyes were transfixed as he played with the small keychain of his desk drawer back at his office in the shape of a small Golden Snitch.
Hermione rolled her eyes again.

“Seriously?” Hermione impatiently said, staring down at his childish attitude.
He was wearing a full scowl over his face and was determined not to talk to her.
“You know I’ve got plenty of work upstairs.” Hermione said, folding her arms. “If you’re not going to talk to me I better have my lunch as a take out.”
Hermione started to stand from her chair, but Harry grabbed her hand.

“Wait.” Harry pleaded.
Hermione looked back at his crestfallen face.
“What is wrong with you Mr. Harry James Potter?” she asked annoyed at his attitude.
A waiter interrupted them as she served two full glasses of juice for each of them, a steak meal for Harry and pasta for Hermione.

She smiled at the witch and then returned her scornful look the moment the witch was out of sight and earshot.
“What?” she asked. “Speak to me. What the bloody hell is wrong with you?”

Harry didn’t answer.
He stared over their ordered food and was still wordless.
Harry had just delivered the pastries back into her office and laid the roses over her table.

Hermione was beginning to tell him about the blue roses and the card when he interrupted her with a scowl and told her that he had something else to do that morning and walked right out of her office without another word.

It took Hermione a few hours later to realize that there was something bothering and bugging Harry and he was purposely refusing to talk to her.
She had asked her all the way down from their departments until the café what could be wrong but he firmly refused to answer her.
She was losing her patience with him.
“Are you going to spit it out or am I going to have to walk out of this café?” she threatened him.
Harry looked up at her with an unmistakable question and worry over his face.
“I just want to know who gave you those roses.”
Hermione opened her mouth for a retort that wasn’t fitted to what he had just told her.
Her eyebrows raised.
“I already told you.” Hermione sighed in frustration. “I have bloody no idea who it came from. There was a card and I thought at first that it was from you.”

“You bloody know I don’t write that way.” Harry reasoned out with his eyes narrowed
He pulled out the card from his pocket that he had obviously taken from her and crumpled away.

Hermione didn’t seem bothered that he did that but was more concerned upon his attitude towards her.
“Well at least we both now know it wasn’t from you.” Hermione spat back tossing the card carelessly at the other end of the table.
Harry seemed to calm down at her gesture.
He looked up at her stern looking face.
“Well?” Hermione asked him again.
“Well..” Harry sighed heavily “Well sit down so we can talk about it.”
“Wow, now you would like to talk?” Hermione said although she sat down too and began her lunch.
She moved around the table and handed him a napkin while he handed her utensils and Hermione began slicing up the meaty, juicy and well-done steak over Harry’s plate.
They had always been like that towards one another.
Despite their short-comings or rather Hermione’s mood swings most of the time, they delicately and in detail, attended to one another’s needs.

Harry finished tossing her pasta and Hermione finished slicing up the steak in bite sizes.
Hermione then proceeded in putting a fair share of her pasta at the end of Harry’s plate while Harry went on exchanging their glasses because Hermione ordered for the fresh banana and mango smoothie while he ordered the other glass of juice.
They ate in silence for a few minutes.
Hermione watched at the way Harry ate the pasta and the steak altogether.
He had missed their morning coffee and pastry together out of his spite.
“So.” Hermione began halfway through both their meals. “Are we talking?” she asked.
Harry groaned in a mouthful of his pasta and steak.
“Well isn’t obvious that I wanted to know who gave you those bloody roses.”

“And it’s also very obvious that I don’t know. I think we both read the card. There was no name on it.” Hermione shot back at him.
“Well, what’s with the effort and the mystery?” Harry asked her tossing the pasta around his plate again. “What’s with all the attention this person is trying to seek?”
“Well how am I supposed to know that?” Hermione answered him. “I haven’t got any clue on who could have sent me that.”
“They look expensive.” Harry commented with a raised brown and an obvious annoyance over his face. “It looked a lot like effort and gold put together.”
“Well the effort would have been much appreciated if that person actually let himself be known than act like a total lunatic or stalker in my opinion.”
“There was an effort of money all over, ‘Mione.” Harry muttered rolling his eyes. “What are you being so ungrateful of?”
Hermione opened her mouth in the form of a retort until she realized what it was all about.

She lowered her utensils and sat back over her chair.
For a few moments, she just folded her arms over her chest and stared at Harry in the most ridiculous way.
“What?” Harry asked her annoyed and conscious as she sat opposite him staring back at him as if he was mad.
“Are you serious?” Hermione asked, aghast.
“What?” Harry repeated, lowering his utensils and wiping his mouth with the napkin across the table.
They exchanged glares.
Harry blinked and looked away.
“Are you jealous?” Hermione asked him at the verge of laughing at him. “Are you seriously jealous over that?”
“I’m not jealous!”
But the bloom of red over his face told Hermione everything she needed to know.

Her eyebrows raised so high that Harry turned a tad bit more of red over the face.
He tried to avoid her gaze.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Hermione said with a scowl. “You’re out of your marbles. You’re jealous over some unknown person who sent me those roses.”
“Jealous?” Harry repeated. “Oh please, why would I- “
“Look at me, Harry.” Hermione challenged him. “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re bloody not jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” Harry spat at her, looking her for a very brief moment at the eye.
Hermione tried not to laugh.
She bit her lip and tried to look serious over her bestfriend she had known for so long.
“Harry.” Hermione said in a more gentle voice but one that was constricted from laughing.
She moved her hand across the table and tried to reach for his hands.
“Harry, please.”
“It’s fine.” Harry snapped returning to his steak. “It’s nothing. If you say it’s nothing then it’s nothing.”
Hermione looked at him knowing that he wasn’t likely to sleep tonight thinking about it.
“They’re just roses.” Hermione said moving her hand across the table to hold his.
Harry’s hand stayed stiff.
But after a few more moments of Hermione trying to rub the back of hers over his, his hand softened and opened up on its own accord and let her hold his hand.

“Look at me.” Hermione gently said. “Harry.”
Harry sighed heavily then he looked back up at her.
His eyes softened at the way she was looking back at him.
She only stared quietly at him.
Then Harry nodded and rolled his eyes at her.
Hermione smiled.

“I’m sorry.” Harry said swallowing a mouthful of the mashed potato. “I’m not an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot.” Hermione assured him with a smile. “You’re only trying to watch over me. And there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“I just don’t like the idea that someone sent you something like that anonymously.” Harry said finishing the mashed potatoes. “We haven’t even figured out who paid for your bills.”

There was silence between them.

Hermione sighed heavily.
“I could have admirers too, you know.” Hermione coyly said with a sheepish smile trying to nudge Harry out of his serious state.

He still didn’t smile.
His eyes were fixed on her.
“What?” she smiled at him. “You’re Harry Potter – Chosen One and I am - Hermione Granger after all, the brightest witch of my age.”

Hermione winked at him trying to fake some boastful smile at him.
Harry’s eyes lit up at an idea.
“Could it be?” he suddenly asked her. “I mean, it’s possible-“
Hermione stared at him for a moment then her jaw dropped.

And then their eyes suddenly widened and they gazed up at one another with that look over their faces.
“No.” Hermione gasped at him. “It couldn’t be.”
“It’s possible.” Harry said looking shrewdly back at her. “I mean. They’re both anonymous.”
“That’s too much.”
“It’s being generous.” Harry pointed out. “Very generous.”
“It’s over expensive.” Hermione pointed out as well. “It couldn’t be the same person.”
“Would you like to bet?” Harry offered her with a smirk.
“No.” Hermione spat at him. “This is ridiculous.”
Harry finished another mouthful of his steak.
“Are you going to eat your pasta?” he asked her with a smile.
“Yes.” Hermione answered darkly, quickly forking her pasta seeing the look of hunger over Harry’s eyes.
They ate for a moment in silence realizing how hungry they both were.
“But seriously.” Harry said as he nearly finished his steak. “What if it’s the same person?”
“It’s not-“
“What if.” Harry repeated, emphasizing the two words. “What if, Hermione.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed.
“I don’t know.” Hermione said, shaking her head. “We don’t even know if that person is some quack-pot out of the St. Mungo’s ward.”
Harry gave a laugh that made Hermione feel annoyed but she smiled all the same.

“Hurry up.” Hermione said as she placed half more of her pasta on Harry’s plate knowing he liked what she ordered.
“What’s the hurry?” Harry asked her.
“Let’s finish up early. I have a therapy, remember?” Hermione reminded him. “And you told me the last time that you’re coming with me today.”
“I did?” Harry asked slightly confused.

Hermione’s face turned.
She shot an angry glare.
“Alright, alright. I did say I’d accompany you.” Harry said jokingly remembering his promise.
“So you finish up. And let’s go upstairs and finish an hour early so we can go to the therapy and finish up early and I’ll make dinner for you.”
“Make some steak.” Harry said with pleading eyes.
“You’ve just had steak, Harry.” Hermione pointed out.
“Come on. It’s my favourite.” Harry pleaded back at her.
“I don’t have steak at the moment.”
“We’ll buy.” Harry said with a sheepish smile. “You’ll make some good dinner.”
“You’re taking advantage of my kitchen.”
“And then you’ll make some pudding too.” Harry beamed at her.
“You’re also taking advantage of me.” Hermione shot back at him.
“You’re taking advantage of my precious time.” Harry pointed out with a smirk.
“Your precious time?” Hermione repeated unbelievingly. “You don’t do anything in your office!”

Harry stared back at her.
“I do very important work, Miss Granger.” Harry said with a smile. “I’m Head Auror.”
“And you use your time sending me owls even if we’re a few floors apart, you keep appearing in my office just to ask what I’ll make for you for dinner or what time we would go home together, you spend a lot of time-“
“Alright, alright, I get the point.” Harry said shoving his hands up in the air.
“Would you like me to continue?” Hermione asked with a smirk of her own.
“No.” Harry said with a frown.
His emerald yes lit up.
Hermione stared at his sheepish grin.
“No.” Hermione sternly said.
“Please?” Harry smiled at her. “Steak tonight?”
“Whatever.” Hermione said rolling her eyes as she began to fix her bag before they leave.
They stared at one another but nevertheless, Hermione nodded and agreed.
Harry smiled contentedly back at her knowing that she wouldn’t say no.
“I probably have to go to my apartment first to get my stuff.”
“Your stuff?” Hermione asked him. “Your stuff?”

“Well, if we’re making late dinner I should probably sleepover.”
“That’s not part of the bargain.” Hermione said with an upturned expression. “You’re definitely taking advantage of my apartment.”
“You made me angry today.” Harry reminded her with a feigned hurt look. “You should make up for it."
“I made you angry?” Hermione repeated. “I made you angry?”
“Yes.” Harry nodded as he finished the pasta over his plate. “You made me feel really bad.”
“Oh, really?” Hermione said hitting him over his shoulder. “I made you feel bad?”
“Yes.” Harry said with a childish grin. “With the roses and all.”

“Oh please.” Hermione said with a smirk over her face. “If you’re staying in tonight you better make breakfast in the morning.”
“Deal.” Harry quickly agreed with a gleeful thought at the prospect that he could sleepover again at Hermione’s place for the night.

Her flat wasn’t as big as his and he usually slept by her very large and comfortable couch by the fireplace.

Even if they never talked about it, he was much of a gentleman to understand that her room was out of bounds.
“Deal then.” Hermione said with a wicked smile, anticipating the breakfast that Harry has always owed her after all the brunches she made with effort for him to make sure that he doesn’t miss any meal in his busy schedule.

“Young master, your appointment for your therapy will be for today.” Draco’s servant reminded him as he prepared Draco’s breakfast over his dining area at his newly furnished apartment.
Draco nodded at him as he read through the list of things he had to do for the day.
“I thought I had asked it to be moved?”
“There’s no other schedule for the week, young master.” the servant said.
Draco’s eyebrows quirked.
“Why can’t I move my schedule then?” he quietly asked as his eyes turned back over his list.
“You have a full schedule for the coming two weeks.” the old man answered him. “And we can’t delay your therapy to ensure you recover on time. I apologize for this inconvenience.”
“It’s not inconvenient.” Draco quietly said thinking hard how the afternoon was going to be. “Well, not for me atleast.”
The therapies had gone through and had taken much of his time as he had to move it in several occasions because he was making sure that it does not collide or coincide with Hermione’s schedule.
The problem was that Hermione kept changing several of her scheduled therapies and his informants had to change his to make sure they don’t see one another at his request.
He wasn’t sure why he was hesitant upon seeing Hermione but he felt that it was a need to be done.
Although admittedly now, he knew that one way or another he was going to see her whether she liked it or not.

Harry bid Hermione farewell with a goodbye kiss outside the ward where her therapy was going to take place.
They’ve decided upon that Harry will buy the dinner and breakfast ingredients while Hermione was in her session in order to save time and effort.
“Be here after three hours.” Hermione reminded him giving him a dark look.
“Yeah, I will.” Harry said with a smile. “I’ll be right back on time.”
“Bring me coffee-“
“Dark. Triple shot. No sweet blend. Yes, I got it alright, Miss Granger.”
Hermione chuckled and nodded at him.
They both looked up as two Medi-Witches called Hermione’s name and ushered her to enter the double doors at the other end of the room.

“I’ll see you later.” Hermione said, giving him a small kiss on his cheek.
Harry nodded and watched her disappear at the other side of the door.

One of the Medi-Witches handed Hermione her hospital robes she had to wear in her therapy sessions.
“We hope you don’t mind if someone else will be joining your therapy today, Miss Granger.”
Hermione looked up and saw the Healer tending to her sessions.
“No, it’s alright.” Hermione said who had her sessions alone before that day. “It’s fine with me.”
“We tried to move some schedules but they were tight this week but don’t worry we’ll do our best it won’t happen again.” she said. “And we have to do the therapy in this large room as the other one we usually use is being isolated and disinfected for three days.”
“I don’t mind.” Hermione said, depositing her things at the deposit box by the counter. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
“Thank you, Miss Granger.” The Healer replied, handing her a sheet of paper she always signed before taking the therapy as their record at the date and precise time for which she had her therapy.

She looked around the room.
There were an array of beds where the stretches and warmups may be done.
Mats were placed all over the floor and there were therapy chairs and some voluminous amount of towels, various sized pads and so on and so forth.
She walked over to one of the beds and laid over the dress robes she had to wear.
She limped to the other side of the bed and settled.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
The silence around her calmed her down.
“Right.” Hermione said looking around the large room. “I guess I could dress here and wait.”
Hermione limped over the other side of the bed and had begun unbuttoning her clothes to change into the hospital robes when someone had cleared his throat at the other bed, hidden beneath a curtain.

“Wait, don’t do that here.”

“What the fuck.” Hermione gasped grabbing her hospital robes and clutching it over her chest where her upper undergarment was halfway visible already.
She was breathing hard and fast.
“Who’s there?” she demanded still clutching the dress robes tight over herself.
There was no answer but there was a movement and some noise like someone had great difficulty shifting positions at the other side of the curtain.
“I said, who’s-“
“Relax.” answered the familiar voice. “You can dress now. My back’s turned. The curtain was sort of see-through.”
Hermione’s eyes widened as she quickly gazed up at the curtain.
She had barely noticed the details.
It wasn’t really see through but if you take a focused and close look one could indeed see through the other side.
Her eyes narrowed.
Someone tall was sitting at the other side over a bed with his back turned to her.
He was also in dress robes.

“Well I’m not going to dress if someone else is here.” Hermione said haughtily trying to see through the curtain. “Especially if it’s a boy.”
“I thought you said you didn’t mind?” the voice said. “I heard you say it.”
Hermione opened her mouth for a retort but realized that she indeed knew that voice.
“Well I’m not going to dress here if you’re in there.”
“You did hear what the Healer said about vacancy of rooms today, didn’t you?”
The voice was clearer and slightly sassy this time.

Hermione curled her fist.

“I said I’m not going to undress if some man is in the same room.”
“Well, suit yourself.” the voice answered with a hint of sarcasm. “I didn’t mind you when I was dressing up here. And honestly, I’m not interested.”

Hermione’s face turned red but she tried her best to contain herself.
“Well, I rather wait that you’re done before I get to my business.”
“Two more hours is a long way to go. Maybe you’d like to sleep in over that bed at your side.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.” Hermione shot back.
“I’m not telling you what to do.” the voice answered. “I’m only suggesting.”
Hermione was furious now.

The more the conversation took place, the more she felt angered and irritated.
“You’re really disrespectful especially to women, aren’t you?” Hermione coldly said.
A slight movement.
“Me?” answered the voice. “Disrespectful? I’ve turned my back and kept this curtain closed down this whole time and just to remind you, I let my presence be known before you started undressing yourself.”
“But you-“ Hermione began but was interrupted.
“If I wanted to do something stupid and disrespectful I would have kept myself quiet here the whole time and merely watch you undress right before me without you ever knowing about it.”
Hermione was silenced.

He had a point.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something again when the door opened and the Healer had returned.
She looked at Hermione who was still not dressed up.
“Miss Granger, you need more time to dress?” she asked as she entered bringing in two pair of body pads for the therapy.
Hermione watched her place her pair of pads at the end of her bed and walked to the other side of the room behind the curtain.
“I’m sorry, Healer Jones.” Hermione began to state her concern, “But I’m not going-“
“Hold on, Miss Granger.” Healer Jones said walking to the other bed. “Mr. Malfoy here are the extra pads you’ve requested-“
“Malfoy?” Hermione incredulously repeated raising her eyebrows.

She shot a glance back at the curtain.
Her eyes went very wide at the realization.
Healer Jones was saying something behind the curtain and was obviously adjusting something on the bed.
Hermione was furious.

She threw her dress robes back over the bed with the pads and limped over at the other side of the bed and dragged the curtain open with all her might.

“What the mother of-“
“Language, Miss Granger if you please.” Draco’s voice came with a knowing look over his pale and pointed face.
Hermione felt that she had just been bathed in ice cold water.
Healer Jones was adjusting the pads beneath Draco’s bandaged legs.

He was sitting over the bed, legs stretched out over the pads as he finished closing in the buttons of his hospital dress gown.

Hermione’s eyes was so wide she looked like she was about to throw up.
So that’s why she knew that voice.

She knew the disgusting vermin laid down at the other bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked angrily. “What is he doing here?”

She turned to Healer Jones in such an obvious way that she was restraining herself from yelling at the older woman.
“I’m sorry, Miss Granger.” Healer Jones quietly replied. “Please keep your voice down. And you said that you didn’t mind having company today as there are no other rooms-“
“But Malfoy-“ Hermione said pointing at Draco’s direction, “This is Draco Malfoy.”
“Woah, hold on Granger.” Draco said with a feigned hurtful expression. “You speak as if I have some incurable disease here. I’m only here for my therapy.”
“Your therapy?” Hermione repeated with a mock over her face.
“Yes.” Draco said with a raised brow. “I need therapy for an accident I’ve endured days ago. Should I remind you of it?”

Hermione didn’t say anything.

She was shaking in anger and it was so obvious that if she could only move fast, she has already reached out for Draco and hurt him with her bare hands.
“Well, are you just going to stand there?” Draco asked, nodding and thanking Healer Jones for finishing her his bandages and helping him with the bed pads for his back.

Hermione kept herself restrained.
But she looked like she wanted to throw up as well.
“There are no other rooms and beds, Granger.” Draco said as he laid himself back comfortably over the bed. “And you do know that you need that therapy done before it procures future damage on you.”

Healer Jones looked back at Hermione direction waiting if she would proceed into the therapy for her.
“Fine.” Hermione angrily spat at Draco. “Do not make any sound. Do not disturb me and most importantly – do not talk to me.”
And with that, she pulled out their curtains back and limped painfully back over her side of the bed and laid herself down, waiting for Healer Jones to tend to her and begin the therapy.
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