Sins of the Father
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
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16
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15,082
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71
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Chapter Four
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Chapter four, here it is, longer then the last two. Hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the lovely reviews, as always, and look out for Chapter Five, as there will be interesting plot developements. I will also be posting a very smutty, almost PWP called The Education soon so you should check it out. Enjoy!!
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There was a very important Order meeting the next day that Hermione happened to stumble across. While she tried to help out as much as she could with the fight against Voldemort, she found that her heart wasn’t in it since her return from Malfoy Manor. She did research and helped out where she could, but she didn’t go on missions like she once had. She knew why. She was afraid. She was scared to admit it, because if she admitted her fear, then the creatures who had done this to her won.
If she admitted she was scared, then the things they had down to her would be able to hold sway over her. She refused to allow them rental space in her head, but she knew it was useless.
She was letting the Death Eaters own property in her mind, regardless of how much she denied it.
It didn’t surprise her, then, that she had walked in on an Order meeting. Everyone was used to her staying mostly in her room and life at the Burrow went on almost as if she wasn’t there. She had taken up a solitary existence upon her return, knowing there was really nothing the Order could do for her now. They hadn’t been able to completely save her, only barely managing to rescue her from the Manor itself.
She had entered the kitchen to find all the Order members, plus Draco Malfoy, sitting around an extended version of the Weasley’s normal dining room table. All conversation ceased as Hermione walked into the room. She stopped at the doorway, staring at the faces looking at her, and then squared her shoulders. No one said anything as she retrieved an English muffin, toasted it, and then spread raspberry jam on it. She turned to leave the kitchen when a voice stopped her.
“Stay, Hermione. You’re just as much a part of this as any of us. We have a particular problem we could use some help on,” Remus Lupin said as he stood, silently offering her his chair. Her eyes slide to Ron, and then to Harry, who considered her for a second before giving her a slight nod. She had to pass by Draco to sit down, catching a whiff of expensive cologne, sandalwood and musk. She sat down, taking a bite of her muffin.
Keeping his eyes on Hermione, Remus cleared his throat and then addressed his question at Ron and Draco. “So, what happened last night?”
Harry, even though he sat at the table, didn’t say a word. Ron looked at Draco, who seemed to be indifferently tapping his fingers on his arm and sighed. He cleared his throat as a retelling of the night’s event spilled from him. “We were ambushed,” he finished.
Draco snorted. “Of course you were ambushed. I can’t exactly withhold the information you give me that you want the Death Eaters to know. Besides,” he said, shifting back in his seat. “I have to make it look like I’m loyal to them.”
“Well, you almost cost Harry his life!” Ron shot back, angrily.
Draco threw one hand in the air. “And what I am supposed to do about that? It’s not my fault you’re the only one that went with Harry, whom you obviously can’t protect.” He leaned forward, pressing one finger into the aged wood of the table. “Remember, it was you lot who put me in this position as a double agent in the first place. I certainly won’t do you any good dead.”
“So then what are we going to do?” Ron asked, reverting to the strategist inside him. “We can’t be at a stalemate like this with them. It’s no use fighting if we’re not moving forward.” He leaned in, trying to capture everyone’s eyes. “We have to find a way to advance ourselves without them taking a step forward with us as well. “ Everyone concentrated on what Ron had said, thinking it over. Remus was still staring at Hermione and it was unnerving her.
“What do you think, Hermione?” Silence blanketed the room as everyone turned to Remus, then looked at Hermione. She looked down at her breakfast and then up to Remus, swallowing nervously.
“Well, it doesn’t help us if we plan something, then the Death Eaters find out about it, or vice versa, does it? When that happens, we seem to just go in a big loop. What if,” she swallowed, not really sure what she was saying. “What if Draco went and said that we kicked him out? That we didn’t trust him anymore? Then they wouldn’t know what we were doing.”
“If you want me dead, Granger, why don’t you just kill me yourself?” Hermione lowered her eyes to the table in front of her.
“It was just an option, Malfoy, don’t jump down her throat.” Ron said, his eyes narrowed in anger.
“Well, it isn’t any sort of good option, now is it? How do you expect someone who hasn’t been around for the meetings to suddenly show up and come up with a viable option?” The two boys glared at each other as Hermione made sure her eyes were still on the table.
“Boys!” Molly Weasley’s voice called out through the dining room. Ron’s face reddened in shame as he also lowered his head, Draco simply crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair again.
Remus had finally broken his gaze on Hermione to watch the arguing boys, then he swallowed and cleared his throat. “Alright Hermione,” he said, swinging his eyes back to her. “What if -,”
“You went back to your room and rested.” Everyone turned to look at Harry, who hadn’t spoken the whole of the meeting. Hermione’s eyes flickered up to his, raw hurt shining across her face.
“Beg pardon?”
Harry sighed. “You should go up to your room; you don’t need to be here right now. Get some rest; we might need to do some serious research.”
Hermione stared at him, catching the hidden meanings behind his words. He thought she couldn’t handle a simple Order meeting. After all she had gone through, he thought so little of her that he was convinced that this was too much pressure for her? She was furious, her jaw clenching. She didn’t want a confrontation, though, and in front of so many people, so she just stood. Squaring her shoulder she looked directly in his eyes.
“You couldn’t protect me then, Harry, and you can’t protect me now.” She let her eyes linger on his face for a second longer, catching the sadness and self-loathing that flittered there for a second. Then she sharply turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her.
*
There was a very important Order meeting the next day that Hermione happened to stumble across. While she tried to help out as much as she could with the fight against Voldemort, she found that her heart wasn’t in it since her return from Malfoy Manor. She did research and helped out where she could, but she didn’t go on missions like she once had. She knew why. She was afraid. She was scared to admit it, because if she admitted her fear, then the creatures who had done this to her won.
If she admitted she was scared, then the things they had down to her would be able to hold sway over her. She refused to allow them rental space in her head, but she knew it was useless.
She was letting the Death Eaters own property in her mind, regardless of how much she denied it.
It didn’t surprise her, then, that she had walked in on an Order meeting. Everyone was used to her staying mostly in her room and life at the Burrow went on almost as if she wasn’t there. She had taken up a solitary existence upon her return, knowing there was really nothing the Order could do for her now. They hadn’t been able to completely save her, only barely managing to rescue her from the Manor itself.
She had entered the kitchen to find all the Order members, plus Draco Malfoy, sitting around an extended version of the Weasley’s normal dining room table. All conversation ceased as Hermione walked into the room. She stopped at the doorway, staring at the faces looking at her, and then squared her shoulders. No one said anything as she retrieved an English muffin, toasted it, and then spread raspberry jam on it. She turned to leave the kitchen when a voice stopped her.
“Stay, Hermione. You’re just as much a part of this as any of us. We have a particular problem we could use some help on,” Remus Lupin said as he stood, silently offering her his chair. Her eyes slide to Ron, and then to Harry, who considered her for a second before giving her a slight nod. She had to pass by Draco to sit down, catching a whiff of expensive cologne, sandalwood and musk. She sat down, taking a bite of her muffin.
Keeping his eyes on Hermione, Remus cleared his throat and then addressed his question at Ron and Draco. “So, what happened last night?”
Harry, even though he sat at the table, didn’t say a word. Ron looked at Draco, who seemed to be indifferently tapping his fingers on his arm and sighed. He cleared his throat as a retelling of the night’s event spilled from him. “We were ambushed,” he finished.
Draco snorted. “Of course you were ambushed. I can’t exactly withhold the information you give me that you want the Death Eaters to know. Besides,” he said, shifting back in his seat. “I have to make it look like I’m loyal to them.”
“Well, you almost cost Harry his life!” Ron shot back, angrily.
Draco threw one hand in the air. “And what I am supposed to do about that? It’s not my fault you’re the only one that went with Harry, whom you obviously can’t protect.” He leaned forward, pressing one finger into the aged wood of the table. “Remember, it was you lot who put me in this position as a double agent in the first place. I certainly won’t do you any good dead.”
“So then what are we going to do?” Ron asked, reverting to the strategist inside him. “We can’t be at a stalemate like this with them. It’s no use fighting if we’re not moving forward.” He leaned in, trying to capture everyone’s eyes. “We have to find a way to advance ourselves without them taking a step forward with us as well. “ Everyone concentrated on what Ron had said, thinking it over. Remus was still staring at Hermione and it was unnerving her.
“What do you think, Hermione?” Silence blanketed the room as everyone turned to Remus, then looked at Hermione. She looked down at her breakfast and then up to Remus, swallowing nervously.
“Well, it doesn’t help us if we plan something, then the Death Eaters find out about it, or vice versa, does it? When that happens, we seem to just go in a big loop. What if,” she swallowed, not really sure what she was saying. “What if Draco went and said that we kicked him out? That we didn’t trust him anymore? Then they wouldn’t know what we were doing.”
“If you want me dead, Granger, why don’t you just kill me yourself?” Hermione lowered her eyes to the table in front of her.
“It was just an option, Malfoy, don’t jump down her throat.” Ron said, his eyes narrowed in anger.
“Well, it isn’t any sort of good option, now is it? How do you expect someone who hasn’t been around for the meetings to suddenly show up and come up with a viable option?” The two boys glared at each other as Hermione made sure her eyes were still on the table.
“Boys!” Molly Weasley’s voice called out through the dining room. Ron’s face reddened in shame as he also lowered his head, Draco simply crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair again.
Remus had finally broken his gaze on Hermione to watch the arguing boys, then he swallowed and cleared his throat. “Alright Hermione,” he said, swinging his eyes back to her. “What if -,”
“You went back to your room and rested.” Everyone turned to look at Harry, who hadn’t spoken the whole of the meeting. Hermione’s eyes flickered up to his, raw hurt shining across her face.
“Beg pardon?”
Harry sighed. “You should go up to your room; you don’t need to be here right now. Get some rest; we might need to do some serious research.”
Hermione stared at him, catching the hidden meanings behind his words. He thought she couldn’t handle a simple Order meeting. After all she had gone through, he thought so little of her that he was convinced that this was too much pressure for her? She was furious, her jaw clenching. She didn’t want a confrontation, though, and in front of so many people, so she just stood. Squaring her shoulder she looked directly in his eyes.
“You couldn’t protect me then, Harry, and you can’t protect me now.” She let her eyes linger on his face for a second longer, catching the sadness and self-loathing that flittered there for a second. Then she sharply turned on her heel and left, slamming the door behind her.