Chapter 5 : Disrupting The Nature
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"Is it over yet?
Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets?
Is this what it feels like to really cry?"
-Cry, Kelly Clarkson.
"I think it would be best if you saw for yourself", Crane turned around and pressed a button at the opposite end of this desk and said, "Send him in please." They waited, staring at the door for a few seconds.
And then Draco Malfoy walked into the office.
Hermione felt like she could no longer breathe. She had not been in the same room as him for weeks. Months.
Draco froze where he was. His mouth had fallen open, his eyes were wide. His breathing was erratic.
She found herself whispering, "No" while Draco spat- "Potter."
That brought Hermione crashing back to reality. "What the hell is going on?!" She asked, her voice almost inaudible.
"Miss Granger, this is our new recruit."
Hermione shook her head, "I don't believe this."
"Mr. Malfoy deserved the post after how he helped the Wizarding World and-" Crane was saying but she held her hand up, silencing him. Crane's eyebrows shot up. She had never shown any kind of rudeness towards him. Potter was right, this was more serious than anybody realized.
"Please, Sir. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve the post. I didn't imply that." She said. Her hands had begun shaking and she clenched them together behind her back.
"Are you sure she's the head of my department?" Draco asked without thinking.
Crane raised one eyebrow, as if to ask 'Are you serious?'
He muttered an apology but then his eyes filled up with rage. "I swear I'll kill him."
"Sir, may I use your floo please?" Hermione asked, her knees growing weak. Crane nodded curtly. She stepped into the fireplace, dropped some floo powder into the hearth and called "Harry Potter's office, Auror department."
The last thing she saw before she was engulfed in green flames was Draco Malfoy running his fingers though his hair and yanking at their roots.
And the next thing she saw was Harry Potter sitting at his mahogany desk, sorting through some files. He looked up upon her entry and stood up, smiling. His smile soon disappeared, seeing the state Hermione was in. Walking towards her, his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
"Hermione, are you-"
She raised her arm and slapped him across the face, knocking his glasses to the floor.
"Hermione-" He straightened up, blinking rapidly. "What-" His head was thrown to the side again as she slapped him once more.
"Why did you do it?" She spat, fire raging in her eyes.
"What are you-"
"Don't play innocent!" Hermione screamed. "Why did you offer him the job?"
"Hermione, I-" Harry stuttered, bending down and retrieving his glasses, "Crane asked me if I had anybody in mind and-"
"Did you or did you not have something to do with the fact that Draco Malfoy happened to walk into Crane's office as the new recruit-"
"Listen to me-"
"I'm not done." Hermione said, her voice low but menacing. "-As the new recruit for MY department? Because if you ask me, that's too much of a bloody coincidence."
"Crane asked me if I had anybody in mind-"
"There were another few posts open in other departments. Why mine? Did you have anything to do with him being sent to MY department amongst all the others?"
"Hermione, I didn't, I-"
"Shut up!" She cried, tears in her eyes. "Just shut up! Look me in the eye and swear to me that it was just all a coincidence!"
Harry looked at her, looked into her red eyes and fell silent. "I'm sorry. It isn't a coincidence. I offered him the job for your department. Hermione, I'm sorry, I-"
A 'crack' resounded through the room and this time, Harry's cheek was left with a dark red hand print on his cheek. He held his burning cheek and looked up at his best friend in shame.
"How dare you!" She screamed, glad that they were on a floor that only consisted of his office and her own and needed permission to enter even the corridor of.
Harry hung his head, knowing how much he had hurt her and knowing he needed to face the consequences.
"How dare you think you could do that to me! Do you know what you've done?!"
"I was only trying to help, I-"
"Help?" Hermione asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Who are you trying to help? Just because you're Harry Potter and you helped the Wizarding World, does not mean that you can ALWAYS help! How could you do this to me!"
"Youve been miserable, you've been-"
"Harry, that doesn't give you permission to interfere with my life! Not like this at any rate... You have no idea what you've done... Once someone signs a work bond with the Auror Department, there's barely a chance they can leave." She saw Harry squeezing his eyes shut. "But you knew that... Didn't you?"
He opened his eyes and looked up. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and her hands were clenched at her sides. "I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong and I'm ready to bear with the consequences, I'm-"
Hermione shook her head slowly. "You're ready to bear with the consequences?" Harry nodded but her next sentence made his heart break. "What about me? Did you stop to think about what I'd have to face? What he'd have to face? That was a dirty, horrible thing you did. I cant believe you could do such a thing. I really can't. I didn't expect this of you."
"You know you can't keep living like this-"
"And who are you to decide that?!"
"I'm your best friend. I only want the best for you."
"And bringing... Bringing Him back into my life would be best for me?" She shut her eyes, taking a deep breath and rubbing her hands over her face tiredly. "What have you done, Harry..."
Harry stepped forward, knowing that his aching cheek was nothing compared to her aching heart. He put her arms around her but she put her palms against his chest and shoved him backwards with the little energy she had left.
"Don't you dare. Don't think a hug is going to do anything. Don't think anything is going to fix this. Just don't. I can't believe you. I just can't." She turned around and left the room and stumbled into her own office, collapsing onto the floor as soon as she shut the door behind her. And for the first time in over four months, she cried. She cried her heart and soul out.
* * *
Crane and Draco stared at each other.
"Potter made sure this happened?" Draco asked. Crane found it useless to lie.
"Potter and Zabini."
Draco clenched his jaw. Of course. So Potter hadn't been lying when he said Blaise was involved as well.
"I didn't agree to it at first. But Potter said you were good for the job."
"Good for the job." Draco repeated. "Even if I wasn't, I'm sure Potter would have convinced you to give it to me."
"I hope you know that you are bound to us by contract?"
Draco nodded. "Can I have permission to go to Potter's office?"
"I don't think I can do that."
"You can. Sir, please, I wish to speak with him urgently."
Crane stared at Draco, a little unnervingly. He had his calculating expression on his face. Draco held his gaze. Finally, Crane nodded.
"You may go in ten minutes." Crane said. That should give Granger enough time to sort out whatever she wishes to with Potter, he thought, sighing. Never in his years of working in the Ministry had he come across a situation as... Absurd as this one.
Draco waited at the door for ten minutes exact before stalking up to the fireplace and flooing to Harry's office. He was just in time to see Harry shut the door and run a hand through his hair.
He turned around and froze, seeing Draco.
"Who gave you permission to- umph", Draco grabbed his collar and shoved him backwards into the wall.
"No, Potter, the question is- who gave you permission to interfere with our lives?" Draco spat.
Harry shut his eyes. "I just got slapped thrice because of this. I think I've heard whatever you need to say already."
"Well hear it again. That was a cheap thing you did and Merlin alone knows why! You were probably trying to play hero! But get this into your damned head, Potter, you can't always be the hero! You can't always help people! And you sure as hell can't always be right! This was wrong! You crossed all the limits! What the hell are you trying to achieve through this? Youve screwed everything up!" He shoved Harry once before letting go of him. Harry coughed, trying to get his throat to work properly again before speaking.
"Listen, Malfoy, I know-"
"Save it", Draco growled before pushing the boy-who-lived aside and yanking the door open.
"Oh and Potter?" Draco said. Harry turned towards him. The blonde raised his fist and it connected with Harry's nose. His face in a sneer, he turned on his heel and walked towards the private elevators. Holding his bleeding and possibly broken nose, Harry fell into the closest chair.
* * *
Pansy and Blaise were more than startled when Hermione fell through the fireplace and collapsed onto the floor in front of it. Both leapt to their feet, abandoning their lunches and ran to her.
"Hermione, what the hell?" Blaise asked as Pansy pulled Hermione to her feet and lead her to the couch.
"How could Harry do such a thing?" Hermione sobbed, covering her face. Blaise's eyes widened, knowing immediately what exactly the brown haired witch was talking about. He looked to Pansy, who was staring at him questioningly and conjured a piece of paper and a pen. He quickly scribbled "Draco joined her department because of Harry" onto it and passed it to her. He then apparated away, with Malfoy Manor in mind.
Pansy wrapped her arms around Hermione and held her tightly while she cried.
"Why would Harry do this to me?! Why?! I cant do this! I can't face him!" She said, gasping for breath. Pansy rubbed her back, not able to hear the other woman but having a strong idea on what she was saying.
"I didn't know who else to go to", Hermione cried, clinging on to Pansy, just needing to talk even though the raven haired lady couldn't hear her. "Ginny obviously knew about this if Harry did it. And Ron is out of the question. Oh, Pansy..." She broke down into a fresh set of tears and Pansy just held her, rocking her back and forth gently. Soothingly.
* * *
"I'd like to see Ginny Potter please", Harry said, leaning against the St.Mungo's reception, a handkerchief covering his nose. After a quick identification check, she nodded.
"Of course, Mr.Potter", The lady said, standing up. "She's in her office, you can follow me." She lead him down a few corridors and stopped outside a door. Harry happened to be checking whether his nose was still bleeding when the lady turned to him.
"Oh my!" She exclaimed, "Would you like me to get a healer to fix that?" Harry almost rolled his eyes. It was a bleeding nose, for Merlin's sake! Just because he was Harry bloody Potter, he didn't need mollycoddling every second of the day. It annoyed him to great extents.
"No, I'm good, thanks. I'm meeting my wife anyway." He said. Nodding curtly at her, he pushed the door open with his free hand and shut it behind him again. Ginny and Hayley were sitting to one side at a round table, eating with chopsticks from boxes. Ginny jumped to her feet as soon as she saw the bloody handkerchief.
"What happened?!" She asked, wiping her mouth and moving to the cupboard there.
"Malfoy joined Hermione's department today", Harry said, removing the handkerchief as Ginny sat Harry down on the edge of the desk.
"Hermione did this?" Ginny asked, though not sounding surprised at all.
"Nope, this was Malfoy", Harry said. He then turned his head to the side, showing her his red, bruising cheek. Ginny gasped. "Hermione resorted to slapping."
"She slapped you? That's it?"
Harry glared at his wife. "Thrice."
"That's more like our Hermione", Ginny said, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. "But to be fair, you deserved it."
Harry allowed Ginny yo fix his nose and apply some foul-smelling cream on to his cheek, a little too roughly. "I know. But somebody had to do something."
"What exactly is going on?" Hayley asked from her place at the round table. Ginny kept the things back where they belonged and returned to her lunch opposite the younger witch.
"A post opened up in Hermione's department and Harry and Blaise spoke to the Auror department head- Crane- and asked him to take Draco. He deserved the job, yes, but also-"
"-It would give Hermione and Draco a chance to... Sort themselves out," Hayley completed, nodding. "Although that was a horrible thing to do, Harry, I understand where you're coming from. I don't support it, but it makes sense to give them a push."
"Thank you, Hayley", Harry said. "I wonder if Malfoy's gotten to Zabini yet. He knows that his best mate was involved."
"If I know them at all, Blaise would go to Draco himself," Hayley said.
"Have lunch with us?" Ginny asked, conjuring a chair beside them. Harry shrugged and joined them. Half way through the lunch, something struck him.
What would happen when Ron found out?
* * *
A few miles away, Blaise burst through the main door of Malfoy Manor. Narcissa hurried over to him, Lucius a few steps behind.
"What is going on, Blaise?! He just came home and went straight to his room, cursing you and Harry. What did you both do?" She cried, worry evident in her eyes.
"We disrupted the nature of the past five months," With that, Blaise sprinted up the marble staircase and made his way to his best mate's room. Touching his wand tip to the door handle and muttering the password that had remained the same since their childhood, he pushed open the door. The first thing he heard was the shattering of a vase against the dressing table mirror, successfully breaking that too.
He stepped into the room, albeit a bit hesitantly. Draco gripped the dressing table and upturned it, knocking it and all it's contents to the floor. Half the room had already been wrecked, he was working on the other half currently.
"Draco, mate, relax!" Blaise said, shutting the door behind him. Silencing wards automatically fixed themselves into place.
Draco spun around, his mouth twisting into a sneer.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do."
"Listen, I know that you're-"
"You don't know shit!" Draco roared, his eyes blazing with anger. "You and Potter planned it didn't you? For me to end up in Her department of all places? Don't lie to me! You did, didnt you?"
"Yes, but with-" Draco slapped him. Blaise stumbled back, his hand on his cheek. Draco had never raised his hand on him except for once- when Blaise had told Draco that he'd become a death-eater so that he could be with Draco and Pansy. He had slapped him hard for even considering it. Yes, he had been turned into one, but only a year later, just before the battle.
That was a serious... Event. And if he had only ever slapped him then, this obviously came pretty damn close.
"Draco-" He choked out.
Draco pointed his finger at Blaise warningly. "Dont 'Draco' me. Remember years ago how we promised each other that we'd never force each other into something if it was wrong? It sounded like a weird promise then. I mean, who would force their best friend into something wrong? But this- right here- is an example of that. You broke our promise and with that, you forced something very wrong onto me, Blaise."
"I know what I did was wrong but-"
Draco raised his hand, silencing him. He pulled open the door and without looking at Blaise, said, "Get out. I can't bear to look at you right now."
"Just get out!" Draco yelled. Blaise nodded and left without a single word more.
"Blaise, what happened?" Narcissa asked him when he reached the front door.
"Potter and I got Draco a job-"
"-In Hermione's department", Blaise completed, stunning the two elder Malfoys into silence.
With that, he walked out, but not before he heard Lucius mutter, "About bloody time somebody did something."
* * *
So FINALLY something's happened! Do you guys think Harry was right in what he did or wrong? Im pretty sure most of you think it was absolutely right. How long more could they stay apart right? No 2nd gen in this chapter but I'll probably having a little Stace/Lysander and James/Stella in the next- hope you guys don't mind but id like to develop them as well (: BUT my pain priority IS Dramione and the other 1st gens.
As Lucius said "About bloody time somebody did something."
oh ps: my dad's getting "Everything Happens For A Reason" engraved on to the back of the iPod he's getting me for my birthday ^^
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