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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 Seven
Books and Borders

“Why the fuck are you even here today?”

It wasn’t even yet fifteen minutes into the therapy session when Hermione – angry, impatient and annoyed as she was drew the curtains back.
“Sorry?” Draco quietly asked back drawing his own curtains back and looking up at her.
He was reading something over his side of the bed.
Hermione’s eyes quirked at the sight of him.

“What are you reading?” she bluntly asked unable to stop herself and her curiosity.
Draco’s eyes lit up and she immediately felt stupid.
She shook her head and looked away from him.
“Neverm-“
“Seven Series of Celestial Brews.” Draco said nodding towards the book in his hand. “I’m only on chapter four. I’ve been bringing this book every time I need to kill time so that--“
“How did you get ahold of that?” Hermione asked unable to stop the bulge in her eyes.

Draco looked back at her, astonished as he could possibly be.
“I’m sorry?” Draco asked her without looking nor sounding sarcastic. “I bought it.”

He casually answered as it was the most obvious fact in the world.
“Bought it?” Hermione repeated with a raised brow, obviously disbelieving.
“Bought it.” Draco repeated matter-of-factly showing her the cover of the book.
He could already sense not only her curiosity with the book but the intensity of question in her eyes.
“It’s not yet out.” Hermione pointed out in a haughty way.. “Not yet until-“
“Until four more months.” Draco supplied her with a small smile.

He wasn’t trying to boast nor was he trying to gloat but for Hermione it looked and sounded just like that.

“I know that.” Hermione said indignantly. “I just don’t understand how come you’ve-“
“Why I’ve got a copy?” Draco asked her finally getting it out for her. “Mother is friends with the publisher and I met the author herself a few years back.”

Hermione’s eyes dilated and burned back at him.
Draco wasn’t sure if it was his presence in the room or the book in his hand that she was obviously getting irritated about it.

He figured that it could be both.

“Whatever.” Hermione finally said shaking her head. “Of course, you’d have anything you want- “
“I paid for an advance copy – “ Draco said, unable to stop himself hearing her snide comment.
“I didn’t say you didn’t.” Hermione snapped back at him. “I’m just surprised that you got it already-“
“Well, I’m just saying-“
“It’s just a book, Malfoy.” Hermione said his name with such hatred Draco could swear she was so murderous at the moment.
“Yeah, well would you like to have a look at it?” he genuinely offered her.

Her eyes shot up at him and she looked both angry and insulted this time.

“I’ve already ordered one myself, thanks.” Hermione said. “I’ve only got to wait like the rest of the mortals of this world and get the book with her signature-“
“I know.” Draco said. “I suggested that she give out the first fifty copies with her signature on it.”
Hermione looked red in the face and ready to strike if she wasn’t bandaged and tangled all over the sheets as the wires of potions that eased through her due to her therapy.
Draco looked up at her as she struggled to say something but was thinking if she should just not.
“Are you alright?” Draco slowly asked her concerned at how her face was turning red.

She didn’t answer but she looked ready to murder him any moment now.
He looked down at his book and moved it towards her as an offering.
“Would you like to see it?” he asked kindly. “Would you like to read it?”
Hermione now seriously looked vindictive.
He wasn’t sure why exactly but he only really and kindly want to give her back the book and show it to her.
“I said, I’ve already ordered mine.” Hermione answered him. “Now, if you don’t mind – keep your business to yourself and don’t disturb me.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed.
He had been keeping his business to himself and she was the one who pulled up the curtains and started talking to her and started throwing questions at her about the book.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but Hermione pulled the curtains back in place and struggled over her side of the bed and turned her back at him.

He wasn’t sure why.
But as he knew they still had a few more hours to stay together he could only smile as he returned his attention to his book.

As he did so, an unconscious smile spread across his face that wasn’t demeaning in any way.
He only smiled as he ran his eyes over the words that somewhat didn’t make sense to him no matter how many times he read it for the next couple of minutes.

“I am never- NEVER- going to have my session on this day.” Hermione said as Harry picked her up from the hospital ward.
They had gone straight back down to the cafeteria and he bought her a bottled water and a bagel.

She roughly limped around with him and was looking like something had been stolen from her.
Harry didn’t bother asking knowing that he’d get the bitter end of the stick if he tried to.
He’d wait until she would want to talk about it.

They were just halfway out of the cafeteria when she started to speak to him just because they passed Malfoy at the hallway leading to it.
He was alone and was reading some document.

She wasn’t sure if he’d seen her but she was sure hell pissed to see him off.

“Malfoy?” Harry slowly said as he led her out of the cafeteria and down the hallways of the hospital.
“Fucking bastard. Gloating all over the place.” Hermione muttered angrily.
Harry held her gently around the waist but she was limping with such force that he knew she was unconsciously hurting herself.
“Why are you in a hurry?” Harry asked her knowing the answer anyway. “You wait in the lobby. I borrowed Bill’s car so I can just drive us down the-“

“Why can’t we Apparate?” Hermione asked turning angrily back at him.
She stopped.

Harry looked slightly offended but he didn’t say anything.

“Sorry.” Hermione said shaking her head and sighing. “I didn’t mean – why aren’t we Apparating?” she asked gently this time.
Harry shook his head.

“The Healers advised we don’t with your unsteady health at the moment.” Harry patiently explained to her.
“We’ve already Apparated several times since this happened.” Hermione said. “Why are we-“

“The Healers just advised me.” Harry said with finality in his tone. “It’s either that or you get yourself splintered.”
Hermione obviously wanted to say something against it but thought better of it.

“Look at Malfoy.” Harry said. “That’s why his assistant is always around. He couldn’t just appear and disappear because he obviously had also been advised the same thing-“
“With or without an accident, Malfoy always needs someone to tend to him. Fucking spoiled brat.”

Hermione’s face was red again.
Harry wasn’t sure if he was to be amused by her attitude but he was sure that she would strike him if he shows any sign of how he felt towards her present facial expressions.

“Nothing’s funny.” Hermione said looking back at him as if reading his thoughts.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it.” Hermione pointed out with a scowl.

Harry brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Come.” Harry offered her his arm. “Let’s go get the car and then we’ll drive down the place where you love that sundae we always get you feel somber-“
“When I feel somber?” Hermione chuckled as her eyes lit up at his invitation. “Or when you were feeling all emotional over your girls?”

“My girls?” Harry repeated with a hearty laugh.
“Yeah. Your girls and all the girls that broke your heart, Harry Potter.” Hermione replied tapping the end of his nose with her fingers.

Harry grabbed her hand to stop her.

Hermione looked back at her but the look over Harry’s face made her laugh fade a little.
“I’ve only ever had one girl in my life.” Harry said without any trace of humor any longer. “And for the record, you’re the only one who ever broke my heart like that.”

The smile from her face completely faded.
Guilt suddenly spread all over her face.
“Harry, I didn’t-“
“Come on.” Harry said pulling her closer and kissing her over the forehead. “I’m really dying to get those chocolate fudge with all the extra toppings the owner gives us just cause he thinks I’m gay and hitting on him.”

He chuckled and smudged his forehead over hers.
Hermione smiled back up at him and embraced him for what felt like forever for Harry.
“Come on then.” Hermione said. “I’m not paying. You owe me one.”
Harry chuckled as he braced her all the way down the grounds until the lot where he left the car that Bill had lent him.

“So they’re not together?” Draco slowly and casually asked as he forked the steak and vegetables over his platter.
He tried, as much as he could to sound as if it was an ordinary question and he wasn't fishing.

Damnit.

He was fishing about her.

Why?
His assistant had just finished serving him his late lunch and had placed a couple of newspapers over the table.

The flat he owned was large, nice and quiet – exactly what he wanted for himself and nothing with the morose feel and vibes that the Malfoy Manor always had.

He had this for himself and had no one to owe it too.

He bought it with his own money and could not be more proud of himself for it.

“No, Young Master.” the servant answered him. “They have been an item a few years back – perhaps one of those usual and old relationships that come out of friendship-“
“But nothing now?” Draco slowly said turning another page of the newspaper he was reading.
“Nothing.”
“Quite…sure?”
“Very sure, Young Master.”

Draco’s lips turned into a small curl and he could swear that through his peripheral vision, his man servant just chuckled before hiding it into a cough and straightening himself.
“Is there anything else you require?” he gently asked him as he refilled Draco’s mug with coffee.
“No, I’m fine.” Draco said placing the paper away and stopping him. “I can do that. Please.”
His voice was gentle as he smiled up at the servant.
The old man nodded at him.
“I will require you back in a week just to have the place cleaned or so.”
“Are you sure Young Master that you don’t want nor need me here on a daily basis?”
“I’m quite sure. Not that I don’t want your presence around or anything.”
“I know sir.” he replied with a gentle smile. “It’s just that – you’re paying me the same amount or rather a bit more than what your mother has paid me all these years and I’m not even giving back the same service to you as I did back then.”
“You’ve been with us for so long that I deem it this way. Please.” Draco said with a small smile. “I will call you when I need you. As I’ve said, I’ve been under so many planned and controlled things my whole life – I would like to take some things in my own hands even if that means I’d have to wash my own dishes.”

The old man chuckled at him and nodded.
“You just wave your wand and the dishes will do themselves up.”
“Yeah, well, that.” Draco answered with another smile.
He sighed heavily and turned over his meal and over the large and empty table for himself.
After a while the servant cleared his throat and stared down at him with curious eyes.
“Do you require me to find a way Young Master to have you meet her again?”
A slight arch appeared over his eyebrows that quickly vanished.
“No, it’s fine.” Draco said although he looked unconvincing and he sounded indifferent.
“You will see her again, yes?” he asked slowly.
“Well, if our sessions’ schedule will come up together again I might see her or-“
“I do have her office contact details at the Ministry and I do know her job in the Minsitry.”
Draco’s eyes looked up at him in question.
He old man chuckled and slowly placed a small parchment over the table.
Draco opened his mouth to say something but the old man shook his head.
“”I know you too well Young Master.” he said. “She’s your old school friend-“
“School mate.” Draco corrected his eyes over the parchment. “And we’re not even close.”
“Well, you can surely change that now.”
“I called her Mudblood.” Draco reminded him.
The old man didn’t look concerned at that history at all.
“Used to call her.” he corrected him. “Would you call her that now?”
“Of course not.” Draco automatically replied. “That’s ridiculous. That was stupid, unethical and a completely wrong way to view the magical society.”
“So you will go down to her office and see her again?”
“No.” Draco said indignantly. “Why did you even look this up?”

Draco pulled the parchment and held it up.
The old man only smiled and shook his head.
“I was slightly bored, Young Master with nothing to do for you.”
“I could have you do many other things.” Draco implied at him. “You don’t need to stalk her.”
“I didn’t stalk her.” he replied before taking Draco’s only half empty and done platter. “You were asking about her so I just did the whole job myself.”
“I didn’t – you weren’t-“
“You’re welcome, Young Master.” the old man said. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll clean this up now. Take your rest. I’m quite sure that you do need a lot of thinking – oh, I mean resting.”
And with that, he walked away and left Draco in his small dining area both stricken and confused at his wake.

What with her barely walkable body, Hermione made it half past her usual time at the Ministry office.
She was both looking pissed and exhausted.
She had missed a couple of important things that morning and had definitely missed her morning breakfast with Harry.
He was already out of the office in an errand and had only left her a note that he’d be back before lunch time.

She threw her bag over her couch and limped over her table.
She’s barely settled herself when she saw a thick package over the table.

It was wrapped in red and gold but no card over it.
Gryffindor colours.
How sweet can Harry further get?

“That idiot.” Hermione said feeling around the wrapping and inhaling what already told her was a sweet good book. “He could have just given it to me over lunch.”
Excited, she quickly took off the golden ribbon and discarded the red wrappings over the table.
For a moment, she thought that it was the last book she’s seen in the large bookstore at Diagon Alley that she last visited Harry.

But seeing the rare kind of binding and the cover she’s only seen once before made her eyes narrow.
A click in her tongue.
“What in the mother of..” Hermione muttered as she stared at the back cover and quickly held the book the other side.
A copy of the same book Draco was reading back in the hospital a week ago.
The smell of the new book and parchment answered her hunger for something new to read.
Daunted and confused, she opened the book.
A card fell out.

But before she could read it a large and neat scrawl over the book had been written:

‘To Miss Hermione Jean Granger,
I am highly pleased to hear that you have been looking forward into having a copy of my latest work.
An advance copy for you so that you don't have to wait that long for its actual release date.
Do send me your opinion about it, won't you? I
I heard your love of books and it isn't a secret how your brilliance has helped a lot of cause.
I shall await your response.
I hope you enjoy this thoroughly as you burn the nights away.
Would love to meet you when I travel to your town within a few weeks.
Cheers to the brightest witch of this age.’

And then at the end was a large signature of the author herself.

Hermione’s hand was shaking and her heart was beating wildly.
She wasn’t sure if she was going to somersault in joy and excitement like a little child or if she was going to throw some throes upon the arrival of this unexpected gift.

Ofcourse it was him.
It could only be him.

The bloody, motherfucking, goddamn git and bastard, Hermione thought.
And then she remembered the card.

She quickly bent down and picked it up to read it with the book still in her hand.

“Very informative and very useful.
I thoroughly enjoyed it and I’m quite sure you would do so as well.
See you around, Granger.

D. L. M”

Hermione’s hand was now shaking out of anger.
She crumpled the notecard and threw it over her bin.

"Granger now, is it?" Hermione angrily spat out.

How could he.
How could he call her that.
How dare he tell her how to feel about a book.

How could he.
Her brown eyes suddenly widened.

“Fuck.” Hermione whispered putting the book aside and diving towards her trash bin. “Are you kidding me.”
She had just realized something as she scavenged the notecard that she just threw away.

That handwriting.
That goddamn handwriting.

It just couldn’t be.
Could it?
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