Chapter 7 : Draco's Tale
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“Well you’re alright now,” Hermione pointed out. “Stop thinking about the future,” She stood up and walked towards the door of his room. “I’ll talk to Ron and Harry about it,” Draco heard the knob of his door turn. “And you’re not going to die,” Hermione walked out of his room, down the hallway and into the lift. Tomorrow, she’d have a talk with her two best friends.
“Meeting is in order,” A tall man who looked like he was in his late 30’s came strolling into the large room carrying a briefcase in his hand and a piece of parchment in the other. He was dressed casually, as if he only came out of the house to do an errand for his family. A wand was stowed away in his back pocket, where it stuck out every time he walked. Square glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, in front of his honey brown eyes. “Potter,” He said. “What have you got for me?”
Harry was sitting back in his chair, relaxing as he spoke to the head auror. “Well,” He started as he sat up to be polite. “I’ve been informed by a close friend of mine that we need to insure more security on Draco Malfoy who is currently stayed at St. Mungos,” Harry finished.
“And who is this close friend of yours?” Charleston Knight said as he placed his palms on the edge of the table where he stood in the front, and leaned over to talk to Harry.
“Hermione Granger,” Harry said. “She’s a healer in St. Mungos and Draco Malfoy is currently one of her many patients,” Charleston nodded and started pacing around the room. “We have a lot of aurors who aren’t assigned on any case, and even some beginners,” He said. “Even though there are guard’s stationed around S. Mungos Voldemort always somehow finds his way around them,” Right when the word Voldemort slipped through Harry’s mouth, about 7 people took a sharp intake of breath, as if his name was venom to them.
“What does this Granger know about anything that is going on?” Charleston asked Harry with a bit of anger in his voice due to Harry’s request. “Has she heard he-who-must-not-be-named say it himself?” Harry rolled his eyes at the immaturity of their head auror.
“Malfoy was a spy for us, but was caught by Voldemort,” The group had another immature reaction to Voldemort’s name. “Oh for goodness sakes,” Harry snapped. “Grow up; you’re all out of Hogwarts!” He exclaimed. “None of you should be in fear of a silly name,” Harry continued. “Malfoy was a spy for us, but was caught by Voldemort,” He repeated. This time, no one had a reaction, but he knew that they were all trying to stay casual. “Voldemort is now after him, wanting revenge for betraying him and the death eaters,”
“Get to the point Potter,” Charleston said lazily. Harry temper had risen at the man who was standing in front of him. Charleston Knight was known to be a powerful wizard, who was fit to be a leader. This man- this joke who was standing in front of him, head buried in a piece of parchment was not the man that was given the privilege of being their leader.
“My point is,” Harry spat. “Sir,” It was as if he was back in Hogwarts, spitting out a sarcastic remark to his former professor Severus Snape. “That Malfoy is in danger, and he is a fellow auror. We cannot just leave this unnoticed,” Harry sat in silence for the next few seconds as he waited for Charleston to reply. He was currently sitting in the chair provided for him and the front of the table, and he was searching through papers in his briefcase. “Knight,” Harry snapped. Charleston’s head snapped up to meet Harry’s eyes that were filled with anger. “The aurors?”
“Oh alright,” Charleston said. “I shall send who ever are available,” His head turned back to his briefcase, and he continued rummaging through it as if he lost something. “Meeting adjourned,”
“Morning Hermione,” Hermione looked up from the papers she was signing and saw her assistant Jennifer standing there with a large folder cradled in her arms, and a cup of coffee in the other. Jennifer took a look at her boss and saw that she had large circles under her eyes, and it looked as though she was about to fall asleep any minute. “Merlin’s Beard!” She exclaimed. “Hermione, how long have you been in this hospital?” Hermione sighed and brought her hands up to her face to rub her eyes.
“Ugh,” Hermione said. “I had to stay over night. There was an attack somewhere near Diagon Alley and there was a rush of patients coming in so I had to cover for Frank and Rose,” Hermione ran her hand through her brown hair making it messier than it looked. She looked up at Jennifer and saw the folder in her hand. “Jennifer,” She said. “Please tell me that that’s not for me,” Jennifer gave her a sympathetic look and nodded. She handed Hermione the blue folder and the coffee.
“Figured that you can use some coffee,” Jennifer said. “You got here earlier than me so I reckoned that you stayed here longer than you should have,” Hermione smiled at her assistant and took a sip of the hot coffee. She opened the folder after she placed it on the stack of papers that she already had piled on her desk. It was a bunch of propositions, applications, and some forms that she needed to fill out for the next month.
“Please tell me,” Hermione said. “Why am I the only healer in here that gets this much work?” She groaned and closed the folder throwing it aside. “I’m not getting paid enough for this,” Hermione got out of her chair and walked towards the small couch that was set by the wall. She took out a small mirror that she carried around with her everywhere and surveyed herself. She looked horrible. She pulled out her wand from her healers robes that she had been wearing for the past 12 hours, and cast a spell on herself that would make her look presentable for the day.
“So,” Jennifer said. “How was your date last night?” She asked with curiosity in her voice as she took a seat on one of the two chairs in front of Hermione’s desk. “Well I hope?” She added. Hermione looked up at Jennifer and was silent for a minute, but then walked back to the back of her rather large desk.
“I had a day off yesterday,” Hermione pointed out. “How do you know that I had a date?” she asked with surprise. More often than not, her co-workers new nothing about her social life unless she had shared stories about her life with them, and she was surprised to hear that Jennifer heard about her date.
“I know everything,” Jennifer answered with a grin. “So how was it?” She asked again. Jennifer always made Hermione wonder where she gets all the gossip that hoes around the hospital.
“Actually,” Hermione said. “It wasn’t what I had expected it to be,” she said as she reminisced on her date. “He picked me up in my flat; we went to this fancy restaurant. At first, it was very awkward between us, and he broke the ice with asking how Malfoy was doing,” Hermione told her. Jennifer started laughing, and then allowed Hermione to go on with her tale. “Anyway, our food came, and we continued to talk about other things that didn’t relate to work, and surprisingly I had a good time with him,” Jennifer nodded.
“Well, I’m glad you had a good time,” She said while she stood up. “Because you,” Jennifer said, walking to the door. “Have a visitor,”
“Who?” Hermione asked. Jennifer opened the door to Hermione’s private office revealing a tall red head man that Hermione recognized as Ron. “Oh,” She said. “Hello Ron,” Jennifer turned so Hermione was able to see her face behind Ron. She gave her boss two thumbs up, and Hermione quickly motioned for her to go away. “Uh,” Hermione said. “How are you?”
“I’m alright,” Ron replied. “You?” He snapped his fingers and a bouquet of roses appeared in his large hands. Hermione smiled as Ron handed her the red roses that he had gotten for her.
“Thank you,” Hermione told him. About 3 months ago, this would’ve all been weird to her, actually, weird wasn’t the right word- disturbing. About 3 months ago, this would’ve all been disturbing to her since about 3 months ago, the only way she looked at Ron, was like a brother and nothing more. “What brings you here?” She asked him.
“Well, I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop buy,” Ron said with a grin as he stuffed his hands in his pockets. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him, knowing that he would never be around St. Mungos since he worked with Harry in finding Voldemort. “Okay,” Ron said. “That was a lie,” Hermione bit back her smile and listened. “Since you told Harry about Malfoy, he proposed that he needed more security and more people to help him, so I volunteered,”
“Well that was very nice of you,” Hermione said before sitting down behind her table. “I’ll catch up with you later Ron, I have so much work to do right now,” She waved her wand and the flowers that Ron had given her were now in a vase in the front of her table.
“Actually,” Ron said. “I’m also here for another reason,”
“And what is that?” Hermione asked.
“Harry only briefed me on a few things about what’s going on with Malfoy,” Ron said. “I came here because you need to explain to me everything that you know,” Hermione sighed and called Jennifer into her office.
“You called?” Jennifer’s head appeared behind the slightly opened door.
“Yes,” Hermione said. “Jennifer, could you please handle these for me?” She asked, pointing to the stack of papers that was on her desk. “He’s here for auror business and I need to show him to Malfoy,”
“You go on Hermione,” Jennifer said before she waved her wand and the papers started signing itself. “I’ll handle everything here,”
“Thanks Jen,” She said before disappearing behind the door.
Right when the door closed, a man appeared as a flash of fire came into her office and his eyes instantly landed on the person who was in the room, and that was Jennifer. Her eyes snapped towards the man and it was full of anger. “What are you doing here?” She snapped.
“I came to see how you are doing,” The man replied with a wicked smirk plastered on his thin lips. “And the father wants to know as well,” He said.
“I told you never to come here!” Jennifer told him as she advanced towards him with her wand tightly gripped in her hand. “Do you know what could happen if they found out what I was doing?” She asked with force as she had pushed him up into a wall, with her wand digging at his throat. “Do you?” She asked again as she dug her wand deeper and deeper with every word she spoke. His face contorted with pain and he opened his eyes to glare at her. He used all his strength to push the strong girl away from him, and then he straightened himself up.
“Do not forget Athena,” The man told her. “I am still your brother,” Athena glared at her brother and moved back towards behind the desk, and sat in Hermione’s chair.
“What does he wish to know Ares?” Athena asked. Ares was dressed in all black, and had long hair that fell in front of his steel blue eyes. Ares was one of the many Greek gods, and a son of Zeus. He was the God of savage war, vengeance, anger, and was here to deliver a message from his father to his sister.
“Do they suspect anything from you?” Ares asked.
“Not yet,” Athena replied. “All they know is that I am merely an assistant,” Ares nodded. Athena was also a goddess, who lived among everyone else up in the heavens. She is the goddess of wisdom, crafts and strategic war fare.
“How is the auror?” Ares asked while walking towards one of the chairs that were placed in front of Hermione’s desk.
“News is,” Athena said. “The dark lord has stopped torturing him, and apparently, he has a better, crueler plan for him,”
Ares nodded. “Don’t take too long Athena,” He said after he stood up. “Father doesn’t enjoy having one of his daughters in the mortal world, working undercover,”
“You should be careful as well Ares,” Athena told her older brother. “Those gods may not be so forgiving,” With a nod from Ares, he disappeared before her eyes.
“He’s just right here,” Hermione said, turning to room 3447. She pulled her wand from her pocket, and inserted the tip of the piece of wood into a small whole that was in the door. Light emerged from the tip of her wand, and the door opened instantly. “Malfoy?” She asked. She opened the door wider and found him sitting on a chair by the window, his feet propped up on the window sill as he read a rather large book that lay on his lap. He was wearing a bran new polo shirt that he had not buttoned up since bandages still rested on his stomach. When he had heard Hermione’s voice, he turned his eyes towards the door to see Hermione followed by Ron come inside. “Feeling okay?” She asked him.
“Better,” He replied.
“I see you had a visitor?” Hermione asked. Draco nodded.
“My mother came by earlier,” He told her. “Apparently, Blaise told her about what had happened to me,”
“Blaise Zabini?” Hermione asked. “How did he find out?”
“News travels fast where ever he stays,” Draco replied. “Hello Weasley,” Draco said. His tone towards Ron was no longer the one he had 3 years ago. It was one that declared peace between the two wizards, and even considered friendship.
“Malfoy,” Ron said.
“Uhm,” Hermione said. “I’ll let you two talk,” She walked back towards the exit. “I have more patients waiting for me,”
Draco and Ron sat in silence for the next 5 minutes, and it was Ron who first spoke. “May I ask you something?” He asked Draco. It was uncanny for him to have a civilized conversation with the man he had hated for 7 years.
“Go ahead,” Draco said. It was also unusual for Draco as well. Even when Draco had joined the order, and became an auror, Ron and Draco were never one to cross paths. Their relationship was mutual, but at least it was better than their attitudes towards each other back in Hogwarts.
“Why the sudden change in heart?” Ron asked him. “Why did you suddenly come to our side, when you spent 7 years of Hogwarts, believe in their beliefs?” Draco let out a bitter laugh. It was exasperating him that everyone was asking him that question.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that,” Draco asked quietly, more to himself, rather than to Ron. “After Snape finished training me,” Draco started. “Voldemort was eager to see what I’ve learned. So he sent me with my father, to this village that I know nothing of,” Draco continued. “When my father ordered me to kill them, I couldn’t,” Ron averted his eyes towards his feet, and continued listening to Draco’s tale. “My father kept yelling, and yelling but I couldn’t even lift my hand up. It was a small village,” Draco said. “No more than 50 people lived there, but when I realized why my father was killing them, I knew it was wrong,”
“Why was he killing them?” Ron asked Draco.
“There was no particular reason,” Draco told him. “It was just a practice for me,” he said. “My father was only sent to come along so he was able to motivate me, and make sure that I do my job right,” Ron nodded. “I was punished that day,” Draco said. “Voldemort had no mercy, and I was punished. I eventually went to Dumbledore, and told him the same story I’m telling you this very moment,” Draco said. “He, unlike Voldemort, was merciful. Dumbledore gave me a place to stay for a while, then in time, he took me to the order, and I became their spy,”
“I never really understood,” Ron said.
The two of them talked for about 30 minutes straight. They found that they were no different from each other, and that they can actually stand being in the same room with each other, without hexing one another until they start puking out slugs. Ron actually saw the side in Draco that Hermione saw a long time ago.
“Another thing,” Ron said before he walked to the door. “May I ask, doesn’t it seem gauche for you to be Hermione’s patient?” Draco’s eyes turned towards Ron. “I mean, since you both had a history together,”
“History?” Draco asked perplexed. “What are you talking about?” He asked Ron. “It’s just eccentric that both of us are civilized to each other,” Ron’s face turned pale. What was he talking about? Memories from James’ birthday came back to him. Why did neither of them remember anything that happened during their 7th year?
“You don’t remember anything?” Ron asked him, astonished.
“Remember what?” Draco asked. He was baffled with Ron’s sudden change of behavior.
“You don’t remember that you and Hermione were together?” Ron finished. He stood up from where he was sitting on the bed, and ran out Draco’s room and towards a fire place where he can floo to Harry’s house.
okay, in response to shadowkitty22's review, i decided to clear things up for you. i'm sorry for the few spelling errors there. and yes, i just threw that in. basically, it's just clearing up who jennifer really is. the story won't revolve around the greek gods, i'll tell you now, but it's just to show what kind of character jennifer and her brother are. her name changed to athena because jennifer is the name she's using as disguise. yes, it is a bit confusing, but since i've just revealed it in this chapter, it'll be more clearer in the next few ones ;).
i hope i was a bit of a help.
A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING! :) okay, so. After a LONG time of the 6th chapter being the latest, i have finally finished the 7th, as a gift to all of you for thanksgiving :). there might be another one-shot posted. It will either be a r/hr or h/g OR l/j since i haven't wrote about those ships in a long time. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter :) i will TRY to update faster than i did now =P
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