Visited Upon the Son
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Adult +
Chapters:
30
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21,585
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107
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Misconceptions
Disclaimer: I live in Texas, not Scotland, so I am obviously not JK Rowling. I’m
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
Visited Upon the Son
© SparkyCSI
16. Misconceptions
Draco wandered around the halls of Hogwarts for several hours after he left Hermione’s
quarters. His mind was spinning with all of the secrets she had revealed. Burning utmost
in his mind was a blind and savage hatred for his father. He was temped to resurrect his
corpse just so he could kill him again.
Finally, when his feet were tired of walking, he retired to his quarters and sat in the
chair by the fire to think. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. He only knew that the anger
bubbling up inside of him couldn’t be contained any longer. So he decided to leave, not
wanting to take out his anger out on Hermione. Quickly, he threw together some clothes and
made a quick fire call.
Once he was sure of his reception, he quickly strode out of the castle and into Hogsmeade so
he could Apparate.
An hour later, he made his last Apparation; he walked up to the large beachfront house and
knocked on the door. When the door opened, he found himself looking at his dark-haired best
friend. He nodded.
“Draco,” Blaise said. “What’s wrong?”
Draco looked at Blaise; the one friend that he had left that wasn’t on the run for being a
Death Eater. “Hi to you, too, Blaise,” Draco returned sarcastically. “May I at least come
in before we have this conversation?”
Blaise opened the door wider, allowing Draco to walk in. Once he had put his things in the
guest room, they went to the study to have a drink of Firewhiskey. After the first swallow,
Draco looked at his friend. “Have you heard about the Marriage Law?” he asked.
Blaise nodded. “Yes and I’m glad that I don’t live in England anymore.” Blaise looked at
him, the pieces coming together. “So, who are you going to marry?”
Draco sighed. “Hermione Granger.”
Blaise sucked in a surprised breath. “I’m sorry, man. Is that why you’re here?”
Draco looked down at his glass. “A little bit.” He paused. “I’ve fallen hard, Blaise.
She’s beautiful, smart, funny and she doesn’t hold a grudge against me for what I did in
school.”
Blaise smirked. “Oh, I think I understand. You’ve finally met your match and she doesn’t
feel the same way.”
Draco shook his head. “That’s not it. I think she might, but…”
Blaise looked at him, confused. “But what?”
Draco was silent for a minute before deciding to continue. “You’ve got to promise me that
you will not tell anyone else what I’m about to tell you, Blaise,” he said in a deadly
voice.
“Why?”
“Just promise, Blaise.”
Blaise nodded his head in confusion. “Okay, fine. Wizard’s promise. I will not repeat
what I’m about to be told.”
Draco nodded, satisfied. “She was captured by Death Eaters a month before the final
battle.”
Blaise let out a gasp. “So that’s why she wasn’t in school! I’ve always wondered about her
sudden disappearance the last month of seventh year.”
“That’s not all. The Dark Lord and my father raped her.”
Blaise looked at Draco in shock. The silence was deafening before Blaise could form a
response. “Oh, Merlin.”
Draco nodded. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been around some that was raped before.
How do I act?” He shook his head again. “Plus, I have this white hot rage that wants to
consume me. If Father was still alive, I’d kill him and take a great amount of pleasure in
doing it,” he finished with venom lacing his voice.
Blaise sat back, at both the pure hatred in Draco’s voice and the depth of feeling he could
hear. “You love her,” he stated softly.
Draco looked at him in shock, but was unable to deny the truth. “Yeah, I do. But Blaise,
both of us know how much I look like my git of a father. He tormented her for a month.
There’s no way it will ever work,” he said in defeat.
Blaise nodded. “The Sorting Hat put you two together for a reason, Drake. I always
suspected that you had feelings for her in school. They may have been suppressed, but you
don’t torment a girl that much without having some feelings.” He smirked again. “I was
always the quiet one. I saw the way that the both of you looked at each other without
looking. I think that she feels the same way. Maybe the Hat put you together so that she
can overcome what happened to her.”
Draco looked at him in shock. “When did you get so smart?”
Blaise laughed. “I always was, but even then, I was only the second smartest person in our
year. Trust her Draco, take it slow and I think you’ll be fine. Plus, my mom was a
counsellor, so let’s just say it runs in my blood.” Blaise stood up. “It’s late. Why
don’t you go to bed and then go back tomorrow.”
Draco nodded. Feeling hopeful for the first time in hours.
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Hermione sat in her chair for hours, too drained to even cry. She was numb. She couldn’t
think; she couldn’t feel anything. And for once she didn’t care. She didn’t want to be the
strong one anymore. She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at the flickering
flames.
Dobby was the one that interrupted her numbness and brought reality crashing back
down.
“Miss Hermione? Dobby thinks you need to eat something,” the little Elf said softly as he
placed a plate in front over her.
“Thank you, Dobby, but I’m not hungry,” she replied in a monotone.
Dobby looked at her. “Harry Potter would not want to see you like this Miss Hermione.
Neither would Mr. Weasley. You need to eat. Young Mr. Malfoy would not like to see you not
eating either,” Dobby said trying to convince her to eat.
At the mention of Harry and Ron, pain shot through her heart. But the mention of Draco
brought back the memories of the look on his face as he left the room which caused the pain
to encompass her heart. She turned to Dobby, no longer numb, with tears streaming down her
cheeks. “He doesn’t care about me.”
“But he does, Miss Hermione! Master Draco was much distraught when he left your quarters
earlier. He walked around the castle aimlessly for many hours.”
Hermione looked at Dobby, sniffing. “Really?”
Dobby nodded earnestly. “Yes. Now go see him!” he ordered her.
Hermione nodded, wiping the tears off her face with the hope that she had just overwhelmed
him. She quickly wrapped herself in a robe and walked quietly towards his quarters. She
was close to them when she saw him leaving, with a suitcase in hand.
Fear paralyzed her as she watched him walk out of the castle.
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AN: I’m feeling generous and since this chapter is so short, I’m uploading it
today instead of next Thursday!
Avanell – Yup. You review here! Here’s part of Draco processing it! But some more grief
for Hermione! Poor girl…I’ve put her through so much!
Kazfeist – It will definitely be a bit before Draco is able to get through to her, but her
friends will pay a role as well! Was this soon enough?
just playing with the wonderful characters that she created. I promise that I will put them
back the way I found them when I’m done!
AN: Here’s the next chappie!! Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R.
My muse loves the attention.
© SparkyCSI
16. Misconceptions
Draco wandered around the halls of Hogwarts for several hours after he left Hermione’s
quarters. His mind was spinning with all of the secrets she had revealed. Burning utmost
in his mind was a blind and savage hatred for his father. He was temped to resurrect his
corpse just so he could kill him again.
Finally, when his feet were tired of walking, he retired to his quarters and sat in the
chair by the fire to think. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. He only knew that the anger
bubbling up inside of him couldn’t be contained any longer. So he decided to leave, not
wanting to take out his anger out on Hermione. Quickly, he threw together some clothes and
made a quick fire call.
Once he was sure of his reception, he quickly strode out of the castle and into Hogsmeade so
he could Apparate.
An hour later, he made his last Apparation; he walked up to the large beachfront house and
knocked on the door. When the door opened, he found himself looking at his dark-haired best
friend. He nodded.
“Draco,” Blaise said. “What’s wrong?”
Draco looked at Blaise; the one friend that he had left that wasn’t on the run for being a
Death Eater. “Hi to you, too, Blaise,” Draco returned sarcastically. “May I at least come
in before we have this conversation?”
Blaise opened the door wider, allowing Draco to walk in. Once he had put his things in the
guest room, they went to the study to have a drink of Firewhiskey. After the first swallow,
Draco looked at his friend. “Have you heard about the Marriage Law?” he asked.
Blaise nodded. “Yes and I’m glad that I don’t live in England anymore.” Blaise looked at
him, the pieces coming together. “So, who are you going to marry?”
Draco sighed. “Hermione Granger.”
Blaise sucked in a surprised breath. “I’m sorry, man. Is that why you’re here?”
Draco looked down at his glass. “A little bit.” He paused. “I’ve fallen hard, Blaise.
She’s beautiful, smart, funny and she doesn’t hold a grudge against me for what I did in
school.”
Blaise smirked. “Oh, I think I understand. You’ve finally met your match and she doesn’t
feel the same way.”
Draco shook his head. “That’s not it. I think she might, but…”
Blaise looked at him, confused. “But what?”
Draco was silent for a minute before deciding to continue. “You’ve got to promise me that
you will not tell anyone else what I’m about to tell you, Blaise,” he said in a deadly
voice.
“Why?”
“Just promise, Blaise.”
Blaise nodded his head in confusion. “Okay, fine. Wizard’s promise. I will not repeat
what I’m about to be told.”
Draco nodded, satisfied. “She was captured by Death Eaters a month before the final
battle.”
Blaise let out a gasp. “So that’s why she wasn’t in school! I’ve always wondered about her
sudden disappearance the last month of seventh year.”
“That’s not all. The Dark Lord and my father raped her.”
Blaise looked at Draco in shock. The silence was deafening before Blaise could form a
response. “Oh, Merlin.”
Draco nodded. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been around some that was raped before.
How do I act?” He shook his head again. “Plus, I have this white hot rage that wants to
consume me. If Father was still alive, I’d kill him and take a great amount of pleasure in
doing it,” he finished with venom lacing his voice.
Blaise sat back, at both the pure hatred in Draco’s voice and the depth of feeling he could
hear. “You love her,” he stated softly.
Draco looked at him in shock, but was unable to deny the truth. “Yeah, I do. But Blaise,
both of us know how much I look like my git of a father. He tormented her for a month.
There’s no way it will ever work,” he said in defeat.
Blaise nodded. “The Sorting Hat put you two together for a reason, Drake. I always
suspected that you had feelings for her in school. They may have been suppressed, but you
don’t torment a girl that much without having some feelings.” He smirked again. “I was
always the quiet one. I saw the way that the both of you looked at each other without
looking. I think that she feels the same way. Maybe the Hat put you together so that she
can overcome what happened to her.”
Draco looked at him in shock. “When did you get so smart?”
Blaise laughed. “I always was, but even then, I was only the second smartest person in our
year. Trust her Draco, take it slow and I think you’ll be fine. Plus, my mom was a
counsellor, so let’s just say it runs in my blood.” Blaise stood up. “It’s late. Why
don’t you go to bed and then go back tomorrow.”
Draco nodded. Feeling hopeful for the first time in hours.
Hermione sat in her chair for hours, too drained to even cry. She was numb. She couldn’t
think; she couldn’t feel anything. And for once she didn’t care. She didn’t want to be the
strong one anymore. She had no idea how long she sat there, staring at the flickering
flames.
Dobby was the one that interrupted her numbness and brought reality crashing back
down.
“Miss Hermione? Dobby thinks you need to eat something,” the little Elf said softly as he
placed a plate in front over her.
“Thank you, Dobby, but I’m not hungry,” she replied in a monotone.
Dobby looked at her. “Harry Potter would not want to see you like this Miss Hermione.
Neither would Mr. Weasley. You need to eat. Young Mr. Malfoy would not like to see you not
eating either,” Dobby said trying to convince her to eat.
At the mention of Harry and Ron, pain shot through her heart. But the mention of Draco
brought back the memories of the look on his face as he left the room which caused the pain
to encompass her heart. She turned to Dobby, no longer numb, with tears streaming down her
cheeks. “He doesn’t care about me.”
“But he does, Miss Hermione! Master Draco was much distraught when he left your quarters
earlier. He walked around the castle aimlessly for many hours.”
Hermione looked at Dobby, sniffing. “Really?”
Dobby nodded earnestly. “Yes. Now go see him!” he ordered her.
Hermione nodded, wiping the tears off her face with the hope that she had just overwhelmed
him. She quickly wrapped herself in a robe and walked quietly towards his quarters. She
was close to them when she saw him leaving, with a suitcase in hand.
Fear paralyzed her as she watched him walk out of the castle.
AN: I’m feeling generous and since this chapter is so short, I’m uploading it
today instead of next Thursday!
Avanell – Yup. You review here! Here’s part of Draco processing it! But some more grief
for Hermione! Poor girl…I’ve put her through so much!
Kazfeist – It will definitely be a bit before Draco is able to get through to her, but her
friends will pay a role as well! Was this soon enough?