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Just Let Me Die	By : TalisRuadair Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 25097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Series (1997-2007) and any characters and original locations within the books belong to JK Rowling. I am not making any profit from this, as this is only written for practice.

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Chapter Nine – His Father’s Return

Hermione spent the next couple of months sharing a bed with Draco. She did her Ministry work from the desk in his sitting room. She spent her free time reading Draco’s journal and trying to help him through his traumatic experience. She picked up some books on the treatment of Post Traumatic-Stress Disorder from a muggle book store. The most recommended and successful treatment for the disorder was crisis counseling. With other situations psychologists suggest not forcing a patient to talk about things that cause pain for them to discuss. However, when a person suffers from what Draco had, not talking about the trauma usually causes the symptoms worsen. So, she may have pushed him a few times. The Wizarding World was getting better with the treatment of this disorder after the Second Wizarding War. Before that they had no understanding of mental illness like muggle psychologists. They had learned with the help from some muggle-born witches and wizards that there were some things that magic couldn’t fix. One of those things was the symptoms associated with witnessing the horrors inflicted by Death Eaters.

Narcissa pulled her aside the night before and explained that Lucius was coming home. She was to escort him home in the morning and she wanted Hermione to stay home with Draco. She was unsure how her son would react to his father’s return. Hermione was concerned that the memories he had of his father’s punishments might flood him in the presence of his father. She was concerned he might suffer from flashbacks and there’s no way to tell how Draco would respond. Since his body would be flooded with hormones preparing him to either fight or flee. She looked over at Draco who sat on his silver colored sofa reading a book while she did her work. This had been their routine since the House Elves had moved her belongings to his suite.

Hermione closed her books and sat next to him. “I was wondering. How do you think you’ll feel when you come face to face with your father?”

Draco sighed, marked his place in his book, and set it on the dark wood end table to his right. “So, is it time for therapy again, Healer Granger?”

Hermione’s brow furrowed, “You’re aversion to my question concerns me.”

He ran both of his hands through his hair in frustration, “I’m really not sure how I’ll react. I mean he’s my father and I love him, but the idea that he could do something like that to me makes me sick. It makes me angry. Part of me hates him as much as I hate Crabbe. You know really what happened to me is his fault. If he never chose to follow that snake faced monster, then I would’ve never been around Crabbe.”

Hermione tapped her bottom lip as she thought. “So, you see your father’s poor choices as the reason for Crabbe’s actions?”

Draco leaned his head back on the back of the couch and stared up at the ceiling. “No, well I don’t know, maybe. I guess only Crabbe is to blame for his actions, but I don’t think he would’ve abducted me if my father wasn’t a fellow Death Eater who’d lost his standing with the Dark Lord.”

Hermione stared straight ahead into the fire. “So, it’s not your father your angry with, but Crabbe.”

Draco got up from the couch and began pacing in front of her as he became more and more agitated. “I have plenty of reasons to be angry with my father. I was never good enough for him while I was in school. Someone was always better than me. Harry Potter was better at Quidditch. You always out performed me in class rank. I was shunned from the Slug Club because it was known that my father was a Death Eater. I was forced to accept the Dark Mark at sixteen and was expected to successfully complete my task to kill Dumbledore. It was a bloody suicide mission and Voldemort hoped I’d die. He wanted me to die to teach my father a lesson. My life and my mother’s life were in jeopardy because my father decided to follow a pure-blood zealot when he was young. I was under so much stress, I didn’t sleep, I barely ate, and I didn’t do my school work. I basically screwed up my academic potential to serve a madman I’d grown to hate. I loathed him more when he made me torture Rowle. He only saw me as a tool. If I didn’t use the Cruciatus Curse on him, Voldemort would’ve turned his wand on me, and I would’ve been the one lying on the floor convulsing in pain. Yes, I was quite familiar with that curse before I was captured by Crabbe.”

“Draco,” Hermione whispered.

He didn’t hear it as he continued to pace and tears shimmered in his eyes. “Then you three were captured and brought to our Manor during Easter Break. My father was going off about how turning Harry Potter over to Voldemort would restore our standing. He was excited at the prospect of regaining favor with the madman. It was like he was willing to sacrifice us all a second time if it would insure he had the power he sought with Voldemort. I stood there and watched as Bellatrix tortured you. I watched as she carved that horrible word into your arm. The word I’d branded you with our second year at Hogwarts. All because of the hatred my father forced down my throat and knowing that as long as you continued to be your Know-it-all self, I’d never gain my father’s respect.

“Then you miraculously escaped, but my father’s words only continued to repeat in my mind. If we were the ones to deliver Potter to Voldemort, then my family would survive. I had to do something and that’s when I waited outside the Room of Requirement with Crabbe and Goyle. I planned to surrender Harry to Voldemort in hopes to have my father proud of me for a change, but we know how that turned out. My family had lost so much standing that Vincent refused to listen to me and threw around those curses. Then he decided to cast Fiendfyre.” He stopped and his stormy gray gaze centered on her. “We could’ve all died in there. Why did you guys save me and Greg?”

“Well, I’m not one to allow anyone to die if it can be helped. So, my motivation was my large heart and even though you were the bane of my existence, Harry did tell me about the Rowle thing. I think his opinion of you changed when he saw that. Well, I guess it was more when he saw the look on your face, as you were being forced to torture the man. His connection to Voldemort toward the end was restored because the man was freaking out and failed to shield his mind.”

Draco’s face lost what little color it had. “Harry witnessed that?”

Hermione nodded, “Yes, he saw it through Voldemort’s eyes. He saw it as if he was the one ordering you to torture the man for bringing him the news that Harry escaped.”

Draco sat down and his shoulders slumped. “I guess things would’ve been different had I found my parents and we sat in the aftermath of the final battle. I probably would’ve clung to them with the hope that there would’ve been a place for our family in the new Wizarding World, but instead they probably frantically searched for me or my body. I guess I wouldn’t have discovered one thing if I’d never been abducted, I wouldn’t have found out just how much my father cares about me. He’d ended up back in Azkaban because he took the law in his own hands in an attempt to find my kidnapper.” He allowed his face to fall into his hands, “But I guess that doesn’t mean he cares. He could’ve just wanted to locate me so that he could continue to keep me under his thumb.”

Hermione pulled him into a hug, “Do you truly believe that?”

She felt his shoulders shake as he sobbed, “No, I don’t want that to be true. I want him to love me. I want him to be proud of me. I want to make both of my parents happy, but look at what a mess I am now. How could I ever be the man I need to be? How will I ever be the man he expects of me?”

It had been a while since Draco had needed a sleeping draught, but with how worked up he’d gotten, she determined it was for the best. She wanted to have an opportunity to speak with both of his parents before he faced seeing his father. She could tell he had mixed feelings about seeing his father again, and Hermione still wondered how accurate those memories of his father were. So, she was soon sitting at the long table in the dining room across from a defeated Lucius and a sad faced Narcissa.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Draco’s a little conflicted when faced with your possible return Lucius. He remembers some punishments he received from you after not performing as well as Mudblood in school. Crabbe reminded him of those punishments while he was breaking him.” The man’s gray eyes shown out of deathly pale complexion, as the formally haughty man resembled the broken man he became by the end of the Second Wizarding War. She wondered if he ever recovered from the war as it was replaced with his missing son. “Lucius, did you ever punish Draco in a sexual manner?”

His mouth fell open and his eyes narrowed. “I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes in my life, but I’d never do something that perverted. I never even used the Cruciatus Curse on him as punishment. I have to admit that I might’ve sent a stinging hex his way every once in a while to get his attention. A slashing hex when he’d done something really bad, but I love my son. I’d never do anything that could compromise his mental stability.” He looked down and mumbled, “Except join the Death Eater ranks.”

Hermione believed him. There was something in those familiar gray eyes that spoke to her much like the broken ones belonging to her lover. Her assumption about the true depravity of Crabbe was solidified by Lucius’ reaction. “Well, Draco remembers both the use of the Cruciatus Curse and being sodomized by you. Of course none of this occurred until after he returned from Hogwarts and was second place to me. He stated the last time it occurred was when he was fourteen and you told him that he enjoyed it too much that you’d stop. He also stated that he was left in the Dungeon of the home for two days.”

Lucius’ eyes widened, “Sodomized, bloody Hell.” He covered his face with his hands before peering back up at her. “I remember finding him in the dungeon when he was fourteen. It took us two days to find where he’d run off. Narcissa and I were shocked when we found him down there. He never told us what happened.”

Hermione furrowed her brow. “Perhaps he didn’t tell you because he thought you were playing some game. In his eyes it was you that had put him there and maybe he thought you were feigning innocence because you didn’t want Narcissa to know.” She worried her lip as she continued to process information. “How often was Crabbe over here?”

Narcissa demanded, “What are you insinuating?”

She sighed, “I have a feeling that Crabbe was behind those attacks.” She turned her attention back to Lucius, “How likely would it have been for him to put you under the Imperious Curse?”

He shook his head vehemently, “No, I’m a master of that curse and I made damn well sure that I could overcome it at a very young age. I may’ve used the Imperious as an excuse to keep myself out of jail after the First Wizarding War, but I’m not one to be controlled like that.”

Hermione rubbed her temples, “That leaves Polyjuice Potion and that makes more sense for a sadist like Crabbe. He probably got off impersonating you and doing unspeakable things to Draco. He insured that Draco would never tell you about it because he thought you were the one doing it.” She took a couple of calming breaths and found her resolve, “I guess a visit to dear ol’ Crabbe in Azkaban is needed. I’ll contact Harry so that he can accompany me. I’ll rip the memories from that man’s mind, and I don’t care if it causes any permanent damage. When I’m done helping the prosecution with his case, that man will be sentenced to Despair Island where the Dementors have been exiled.”

Lucius stared at Hermione wide eyed and mouth agape. It took him a moment to regain his composure. He cleared his throat, “You care greatly for my son, don’t you?”

She nodded her head, “Yes, I do. I love him and there’s something else we must discuss. I don’t know if your wife has told you about your Grandson Elty.” Narcissa shook her head no. Hermione told him the full ghastly story before ending with. “I’m going to give Draco some time to adjust to your return before I retrieve my parents, aunt, uncle, and Elty by International Portkey.” She looked down the table and ran her finger along the wood grain afraid to make eye contact with either Malfoy. She was about to tell them something that she hadn’t even told Draco yet, but she feared the news would break his fragile mental state. She muttered, “There’s something else.” She found her Gryffindor Courage and looked Narcissa in the eye, “I’m pregnant. I had Healer Goyle check me out a couple of days ago when I went to my weekly meeting with Healer Bagshot.”

Narcissa’s blue-gray eyes twinkled and a smile lit up her face. “We have another grandbaby on the way?”

Hermione nodded her head yes, “I’m afraid to tell him, but I think he needs to know before we introduce him to Elty. I think that Elty will be an even bigger shock for him. My parents say he’s been very well behaved and he’s speaking in English with a handful of French words here and there. He’s quite bright and picked up on the English quickly. Of course, he’s been with them for the past four months.”

Lucius took Hermione’s hand and kissed it. “You are a wonderful addition to our family. My wife tells me that our son wouldn’t be doing as well as he is without you. I do hope that we have a wedding to welcome you into our ranks before news of the baby arrives in the media.”

Hermione chuckled, “Still an aristocratic family through and through. However, I do believe it’s Draco’s job to ask me.”

Hermione tossed and turned all night trying to find the right words to tell Draco her news. She still wasn’t sure how he’d react when he found out. Would he be happy? Would he be angry and think she tried to trap him? Would he break or would it dredge up difficult memories about Sofia? She finally slipped into a restless sleep. She awoke to something poking her stomach and hot kisses running down her chin and neck. She smiled and kissed him back, “So, I’m guessing you’d like a morning treat before we have breakfast?”

He didn’t answer except for more fervent kisses. She looked at his face and noticed that his eyes were shut tight and tears were leaking from them. She pulled him into a heated and passionate kiss. Her fingers ran through his silky blond locks, which he never had cut. They were loose but he was pulling it back at the nape of his neck with a black ribbon during the day. She broke away, “What’s the matter?”

He pulled her into a hug and shook. “I woke up from a horrible dream and just needed you. Will you please just give me what I need?”

She whispered in his ear, “Of course.” She pushed him onto his back. She caressed and kissed his bare and well defined chest. She ran her finger up and down his little light blond trail of hair that went from his navel and disappeared below his pajama pant waistband. She continued to kiss and caress as she freed him from his pants. He let out a moan. She smirked as she fully took him in and relieved herself of the nightgown she wore. His eyes widened as he realized she’d went to bed without wearing any knickers.

He closed his eyes in pleasure and groaned, “Oh you feel so warm, wet, and tight.” Another tear slipped from his eye. She bent over and licked it before setting a pace that caused him to gasp. She continued to ride him like a cowgirl until she felt herself fall over the edge. He let out an animalistic growl as he followed suit. He pulled her down to him and hugged her to his body as if she’d disappear if he let go.

Hermione knew that it probably wasn’t the best time and she’d forgotten everything she was going to say. Her Gryffindor courage got the better of her once more as she blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”

She knew he heard her because he let out a gasp and his hold on her went limp. She got off his chest to look at him in the eye. They were open but vacant. She jumped up and quickly got dressed as she repeated mental curses. How could she have been so stupid? She’d just sent him into shock with her news and it was likely she’d triggered some memories.

She sighed, “Rosy.”

There was a pop and the doe eyed house elf appeared before her mistress, “Mistress called me?”

Hermione rubbed her eyes realizing there was no point in correcting the house elf. If she wanted to call her mistress then there wasn’t anything she could do. “Yes Rosy, could you dress Draco while I go and wake up Narcissa and Lucius?”

Rosy nodded her head fervently, “Yes Mistress.”

A/N: Okay, so did anyone see that one coming? I know I did, but that was one twist planned for a while. Reviews are always welcome. Next chapter we finally find out what happened to Sofia.
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