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Blinded	By : ssdawn Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Blinded Chapter 9
Last time: Using her wand she sliced through the tape holding the top closed. Looking inside her eyes grew wide and a gasp came out that she wished hadn't. Draco grabbed the box and peered inside. "Oh, Fuck, Scorpius!" His hands dug in the box and came out with handfuls of hair the same color as the man who was holding it. "What have they done to you?" Draco cradled the hair against his chest and proceeded to break down with deep moans and tears.
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Harry and Hermione looked at one other. Harry was in a state of shock, his face pale. Hermione with compassion gently placed her hands on Draco's shoulder pulling him closer to her. Some whispered words of nonsense seemed to comfort the man.
Even with how shook up Draco was, Hermione knew it could have been so much worse. Seeing the box full of hair the same color as Draco's was shocking, but it would never compare to finding body parts larger than a finger. That case had always felt like being dragged through the rivers of Hell. Remembering back to that particular case she recalled that she had forgotten how to laugh, let alone smile the whole year. So, when the packages started showing up this time, the intense stomach and headaches had started again. The worst thing then was frequently forgetting to eat and losing twenty pounds. Her boyfriend had often found her passed out from lack of food in her system.
Draco's quivering body woke her from the past. His now quiet sobs filled the office. Looking up, she met Harry's pain-filled eyes. She never thought the day would come when he'd show any empathy towards Draco Malfoy, but here it was. It was amazing how tragedy upped people's compassion levels. Draco's pride and arrogance lessened as time passed, especially now with his son missing.
"Draco," she wasn't sure what to say next. She'd almost asked him if he knew for sure if the hair was Scorpius's, but then realized what a foolish question that would be. Of course, it was his son's hair. There were only a few people that she'd ever seen with hair that color and their last name had always been Malfoy. Gods! All of a sudden she felt very incompetent at her job. She didn't know what to say and her arms were resting on the man she'd grown up to hate all her youth. Now though, she didn't hate him and wasn't sure how to feel. She'd let her armor slip. It'd fallen off and was lying there on the floor for anyone to see. The number one thing she'd been taught from a trainer in Paris was, never to get close to the parents of the victims, and don't let your heart lead the investigation. When did her heart take over her mind?
Hermione let go of Draco and she shook out her hands. She was in charge of this investigation and she needed to take back that power. This is something that she could do right now. Harry still stared at Draco clutching his son's hair tightly to his chest. Hermione went around to the other side of her desk. Clearing her throat she spoke, "Draco, I'm going to need for you to put the…Scorpius's hair back into the box without touching the sides of the box…please." She spoke in a soft tone but stated her request simply.
Draco's head came up and looked at her, his eyes red from crying, "Why? I already know it's his. Why do you need his hair? Did you give back the finger of the other victim?"
His words were like a knife to the chest. Nice one Draco. She drew in a quick breath, "Yes, we must keep all pieces of evidence here at the department until the case is solved. There may be more clues that we can gather from all pieces of evidence." She tried to sound as professional as possible while being kind. However, she also tried to let him know he needed to let go of this piece of evidence.
"Do you think he's dead Hermione?" Draco asked. Harry flinched at the question watching to see how she'd answer this one. Hermione knew he felt out of his element when it came to this case. Everyone had turned things over to her quickly, not wanting to be the one "in charge" of what seemed like an unsolvable case. The weight of responsibility felt heavy on her shoulders.
"No, Draco. From past experience, I feel that he is very much alive. This is just another message from the kidnappers." Her face was emotionless, not giving away how she truly felt inside. It would be too cruel to say that, no, she had no idea if he was really still alive. Hooray that there were no dead bodies being sent back, piece-by-piece.
Draco snarled, "What kind of message is this exactly when they shave a child's head?" 'Don't take it personally that he's yelling at you', Hermione told herself. No emotion. No tears. No showing your own frustrations about this whole case. The words played through her mind, as she tried to come up with an answer that would pacify him momentarily.
"It means that he's alive and still there with the kidnappers. This means we have a chance of getting him back home." Merlin, let's hope in one piece with only his hair missing. The words spilled out of her mouth in one breath. Both men watched her as she closed her eyes and cleared her throat.
With the gloves still on, she picked up the box and walked over to Draco, holding the box out to him. Searching, he looked up into her eyes, and Hermione nodded her head. Draco opened his hands up over the box and let the silky, blonde pieces of hair float back into the package. One thick piece of hair was stuck on Draco's shirt. In a swift move, he tugged it off his shirt and stuck it in his pocket.
"This piece is mine." The words seemed to stumble out of his mouth as he stood up from his chair, kicking it back with his foot. "I think I'll be heading back to the manor now." Draco opened and shut the door without making a sound. The two friends watched as he left in a daze. Hermione also wanted to leave and get away from what was happening in this office.
Harry dropped into the empty chair leaning forward. He ran his hands through his thick hair. "All I could think about was how it would feel if I opened the box and saw my James or Albus's dark hair sitting there." The hitch in his voice clearly showed the emotional turmoil he felt inside.
"Harry, we'll figure this out. Go home to Ginny and the boys. I'm going to be here for a little while longer. I have some things I want to look into." She needed to be alone right now. It was clear that Harry would be of no use to her tonight. His own fears were getting in the way of his usefulness as an Auror.
"Are you sure?" Harry's sad smile crushed her. His shoulders dropped in relief.
"Yes, I'm sure. I think a big hug from your boys' will help you right now."
Harry nodded, "Thanks, Hermione." He departed her office softly leaving her feeling frustrated that she had to stay. All that was left in the room was the box of hair and Hermione. She wanted to scream, needing to vent her own feelings of crossness. Even the air felt like it wanted to suffocate her. Why couldn't the damn ministry have real windows that would let in fresh air? The office she'd recently left had an actual window that let in real air. Stupid underground building. Hermione sighed, wishing she had something to drink or smoke. Considering she didn't smoke and had nothing to drink there in the office, she guessed it was time to get back to work.
Reaching behind her into the file cabinet, she pulled out a file that she expanded. In the file was every note from the Paris case that had involved the many packages that had been sent. She was going to read over all of them and take copious notes. Hermione wanted to get ahead of the kidnappers. If they were copycatting this case, she wanted to remember what she should expect next. It was sometimes hard to outsmart psychotic people unless you tried to think like them. She laughed at herself because after working on cases like this she might classify herself as psycho. Who in their right mind would want to keep dealing with creeps that took children from their parents? Unless you were kind of nuts yourself?
"You bastards are done having the upper hand. No more surprises." She settled back in her chair to start reading notes and looking at old pictures. Something here hopefully would give them the break they so desperately needed.
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Draco was glad that he'd flooed home instead of apparating. He probably wouldn't have made it home in one piece. He was still in shock from looking down into the box and seeing his baby boy's hair. It was only a few days ago that he'd held his son in his arms and stroked that beautiful hair as his son fell asleep. It'd been the night before his business trip. Scorpius had just wanted one more story, and then another. He'd realized that he would be tired the next day, but he hadn't cared. This was his precious boy and he'd do anything for him. Draco and Astoria had fought again about him leaving on another business trip. Not that she'd mind he wasn't there, she just didn't always want to be the parent that stayed home. So it had been a relief to spend time with his little boy.
Running up the stairs he headed straight for the nursery. He hated the feeling of emptiness, and how the room almost felt like a shrine now instead of a nursery. The empty bed, no muddy footprints, and no toys laid out on the floor. This room should be bursting with the laughter of an energetic little two year old, not so silent you could hear the wind whistling through the trees outside. It had always been his favorite part of the day coming home to see Scorpius.
{flashback}
"Daddy, Daddy, lift me up." Scorpius shouted to his dad with his arms reaching up to Draco.
"Hey, my little man! What did you do today?" Draco answered, smiling at the boy who now was hugging him tightly around his neck.
"I's learned how to pick berries out in the garden with Mum. Then she let me eats some before lunch." Scorpius's eyes were full of excitement. "Then I read a story about a magic dragon who taught little boys how to fly."
Draco knew that his son loved two things very much, dragons and flying. Astoria hated that Draco always took him flying with him and she doubly hated that Scorp had his own first flyer training broom; even though it didn't go up very high. She worried about him falling and breaking his neck.
"I may have something in my pocket for you." Draco teased his son who almost bounced out of his arms.
"What is it, daddy? I want to see, right now." His infectious giggles were the thing that made Draco feel alive. He'd never known how wonderful it was to love someone, besides his own mum, until Scorpius had been born. He loved being a true dad to this little boy, and just not a "father" or sperm provider as he'd often called Lucius through the years. His father could have learned a lot from Draco about how to truly love a child. It was too bad he wasn't around to show off what he'd learned.
Draco finally gave in to his excited little boy, putting him down to find the prize in his pocket. "Oh daddy! I like it!" In his hands he held a dragon made of crystals that changed colors every few seconds.
Scorpius put the dragon down on the floor and yanked on Draco arms. Draco dropped to the ground next to him. Scorpius climbed into his Dad's arms. His pudgy little hands came up to Draco's face while he leaned into him. "Guess what?" Scorpius whispered, "I love you daddy."
Draco smiled at the words spoken with so much unconditional love. He was so lucky to have this small boy full of brightness to lighten his life. "Love you too Scorp. I love you so much."
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Draco dropped to his knees by the side of Scorpius's bed thinking back to that day. He had trouble breathing as his chest tightened and he tried to stop the tears again. "Oh please, any God out there…please, please bring my son home to me. I can't live without him." His body bent over the bed, his arms covering his head. "I'll do anything. I'll sell my soul again to the highest bidder. He's so young… and I know he's afraid. I can feel it in my heart." His hand pounded against his chest where his broken heart still throbbed away. Draco looked up, "Please help him not to be scared. Help him feel my love. Let him still be alive." He almost couldn't say those words as if saying them out loud would jinx him.
Brushing the tears away from his face, he climbed onto the bed, his normal place to sleep since Scorpius had disappeared. Was there any hope left in his heart? Would he ever see his little boy again? There were so many questions and no answers. "Just bring him back home to me." The whispered words faded into the dark room as Draco closed his eyes, preparing himself for another restless night with little sleep.
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Oh, that was hard for me to write! Can you tell I was repeatedly listening to the song, "Bring Him Home" from Les Miserables when I wrote this? I hope I showed how much Draco's heart is breaking right now. Things will be moving forward with the case in the next chapter. If you liked what you read, please let me know.
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