The Unity of Opposites
Chapter Ten
Expose
That morning, Hermione was feeling a bit different. Her eyes opened before six in the morning.
It was pleasant to be able to sleep early in the night and woke up early too. She thought that the day must be productive enough – and she needed that productivity more than anything.
Finally, her sleeping schedule, was back to normal, which it was something that she quite enjoyed. She could lay in bed and her eyes were feeling heavy at once – and her sleep was peaceful and sometimes full of dreams and not nightmares.
It was something that she didn't know it was possible. She used to exhaust herself to sleep the past couple of years.
She couldn't remember the last time she had that kind of lovely sleep. But she could easily blame Malfoy for that – she caught herself multiple times, feeling safer around his presence.
It was something that was actually weird to her – she never thought that he, from all the people she came to know in her life, could make her feel safe.
Was it because he knew how it is to feel danger all the time? Or perhaps the fact that he was dealing with his own fears? She could only guessed with him.
There were times that he was about to open up to her, but something was making him stop. Every single time.
She thought that he was not seeing her as someone he could trust – only a partner he could work with. And of course that made her feel a little pain inside of her.
And how could she demand his trust when he was a womanizer. Hermione was not a fool, she noticed that from the moment she came to his house, to find a shelter, his owl was coming again, and again, and again, bringing him letters that he read and thew away, and sometimes small gifts that the content was a mystery to her.
She was telling herself that it was from his mother, who he spoke very little about. She thought that their relationship had changed after the war. He was living alone after all.
But maybe all that was just a reasonable advantage, that was covering the fact that the two of them were having fun, spending most of their time together, talking, or reading, or even enjoying the beautiful silence that great loft had.
Hermione was secretly in love with the unexpected talent of his. She could not even image that she would love drinking her night tea with his company, listening to the melodies he was playing.
It was something great, but once more something weird to her. She was thinking about it a lot – about the nature of their relationship.
Yesterday night she almost called him Draco. She never used his given name before. It felt different to her.
It was a name that she heard too many times, but yet she could never think of saying it herself. A name that was bringing fear to her young self, and a bit of disgust to her teen self.
But then, why she felt that weird shivering when she was about to say it? And how easy it felt for her to pronounce it? Shouldn't she call him forever with his last name?
As it was appropriate among the wizards and witches? Perhaps that feeling of connection with him was in her imagination – he could never feel it too.
One more thing that was making her mornings more enjoyable was the fact that she wasn't having headaches anymore, which it was the only thing that she didn't like.
After the incident, she had, whenever she woke up she was having a headache. The past few days, though she hadn't had any.
She was even more cheerful, and she managed to take a laugh from him yesterday night when she made a comment for his love to firewhiskey.
He told her that this specific firewhiskey was his grandfather's – he even made it himself, and it was the second most precious thing he got from him.
And when she asked what was the first, he pointed at the ring he was always wearing. She found that it was making sense.
She turned around on the bed, she chose, and made herself comfortable, by looking at the big widow the guest room had.
As the first morning lights were making its appearance, she was feeling a warm wave in her stomach. It was late March and she knew that in a few months the weather would be better. That thought made her a little sad.
Would they have finished with Nehone by then? She was feeling that all of this, were a test, she couldn't pass.
As hard as it was to keep her spirit up, she always making her mind scream a little bit more day after day. This delay was driving her mad.
She was feeling like someone was about to hunt her down – and no presence of Malfoy could fix that.
That was the reason why she insisted on including her to the research of his Nehone's father. At first he was definite of her not being part of this research.
He tried to make a deal with her – first she has to look after her health and rest more, and then he would let her being part. But that didn't work.
He should have learned by now, she thought and smirked.
She felt good being back in the game. The game she thought and she sighed. What was about this case and made her feel so small, and weak?
She wasn't weak though, either she was small, that was for sure. Her mind started to wonder about the so called familiar case of Nehone when she heard a noise.
She thought that it was her imagination, but the noise came back again. Could it be someone in the house?
Did Draco woke up earlier that day? She knew that he was waking up around six thirty in the morning. She looked at her watch in the nightstand. It was five thirty – but the next strange noise made her jump out of bed.
She walked to the door, when she opened it, she saw a shadow in the living room. At once she felt her legs running towards his bedroom.
She opened the door and she saw him, sleeping on his side, naked? She saw his bare arms, the fine lines of years and years of Quidditch, shown on his upper body. She blinked multiple times trying not to give much attention to his muscular body.
She walked towards him. He looked peaceful sleeping. She was feeling quilt that she was about to wake him up. But the noise from the living room made her shakehim.
''Malfoy!'' she whispered and she knelt at the side of his bed to be face to face with him. ''Malfoy!'' she called his name again, but this time she put her hand to his cheek and caressed him a little. He moved his head a little bit, recognizing her touch.
''Granger?'' he opened his eyes to see her worrying face. He put his elbow on the bed and looked at her.
''What's the matter?'' he asked and he noticed her eyes were shining. She noticed that he was wearing something silk for bottoms.
''There is someone in the house.'' she said, sighing and at once he grabbed his wand and stood up.
He helped her stand up as well, making her sit on his bed, and told her to stay in the room until he told her otherwise.
He busted out of his room, gently closing a little the door behind him, with his mind freshly woken up, his eyes still hadn't adapted to the light of the day.
He was walking in the hall, in his right hand, his wand, and with his left hand he was touching the wall. His steps were steady. His hand still. In his mind, the only order was to protect her. That was all that mattered to him.
''Astoria?'' he said when he saw the woman staring at the window wall of his living room.
He put his wand down rather disappointed – he thought there was someone much more dangerously than her.
''So there you are!'' she said, taking her coat off and taking a seat to the big sofa facing the modern fireplace.
With a gentle head move she pointed the empty seat next to her and waited for him to come. He rolled his eyes at her and he took a seat opposite of her, in the big armchair. He was still naked from the waist up, and he could feel her ogling him.
''What can I do for you Astoria?'' he asked her looking her rather bored.
''I wanted to see you.'' she confessed to him awkwardly.
''And you did.'' he said, noticing from the strong smell of the fresh coffee, that his elf had just left. ''Is that all?''
''Where have you been Draco?'' she asked him, standing up and sitting to the coffee table in front of him.
He knew she was looking for him. She was sending him letters and a gift which was making him feel trapped.
His eyes followed her hand resting on his knee. He didn't like that for some reason. He looked at her and stretched his feet. She looked rather hurt by his action – but he couldn't care less.
The only thing that was on his mind was how to get rid of her. At the end of the hall, in his room, on his bed, there was Hermione, and he didn't want her to see her.
It would be catastrophic. He was trying to abandon all the other women in his life, and focus on her. It was something new to him as well.
''In a mission. How did you know I was here?''
''For a whole month? My letters and the gift have reached you! Where - ''
''Astoria! How did - ''
''Tracing spell Draco!'' she confessed to him looking at her feet.
''That is insane.'' he said under his tongue. ''You should leave.''
''No.'' she said and she knelt in front of him. Her hands found their way back to his knees.
She opened his legs a little bit more and she placed herself in between. Her hand started to run slowly up and down his bare torso, with her eyes never leaving his.
''I think I am going to stay.'' she said and with her right hand she started to masseuse his manhood. Draco was feeling himself harden.
It's been a while since he last had any kind of that pleasure. He was watching her hand, gently rubbing his length.
He was feeling relaxed all of a sudden. He watched her taking his wand from his hand and performing a spell to unbutton her shirt's bottoms.
She started to masseuse one of her breasts and she looked embarrassed. Draco knew that she was a pureblood too – making bold moves like that was something new for her.
The last few times they had interacted like that, she didn't even dare to ride him – something that he actually came to like. He was feeling the urge to touch her too – he placed his hand on top of hers, and he stopped her.
''You and I, we are not, and we will never be a couple.'' he said slowly buttoning her shirt's buttons. He saw her face fall.
''That is not your mother's words.'' she said still embarrassed from her actions and looking at her feet.
Her voice was breaking. Was she about to cry? he thought and he put his index to her chin and raised her head.
''You and me, we courted for some time, yes, but that was it. What ever poisoned dream my mother have pointed out to be yours than hers, will never become a livable lifestyle.'' She was looking at him like he was tearing apart her whole life.
He could feel guilt if he had promised her something – but he hadn't – and he will never do. He was trying to put Hermione out of his thoughts at that minute but he couldn't succeed it. He looked at the red face of Astoria who suddenly threw his hand off her face.
''Well, at least now you are honest. Is it the first time in your life that you choose to behave like that, isn't it?'' she said to him and she stood up. Draco grabbed her by her arm gently.
''Don't you ever speak those words to me again.'' he said and looked down at her.
''Back off Draco!''' she yelled and took her arm back.
''You are just a spoiled little brat! You never needed to do something good with your life. It was always the daddy making the hard decision for you!''
''Said the man whose father bought him any decision he ever had to make, but now rotting in an Azkaban cell! I feel pity for you Draco – for you and your unwillingness to recognize your truthful monstery self that will always haunt you!'' she yelled once again and she took her things ready to leave – but his hand stopped her – this time for good.
''You are not in place to pity me. If only you knew the real story behind your parents sudden fond in my family you wouldn't even dared to raise your pathetic voice to me.'' her brows frowned, looked at him with a way he never thought of a woman could and stormed out.
He shook his head and threw a small vase he had on the table, to the wall, breaking it. He was feeling mad – mad and furious at the things happening without his say about them. He wasn't enjoying the fact that some people looked at him as a way to get what they wanted.
He hated being played like that. The feeling of used was the only thing that was making his stomach into a knot these days – and the Greengrass family pushed every string they could to join her and Draco into marriage.
Yes, he had his way with her more that one time, but still her family's actions spoke louder than any word. He wasn't the kind of man who was taking orders anymore – at least not from persons like the Greengrass.
He sat on the sofa looking at the fireplace. All the worst decision he ever made was playing like a tape on his brain. Damn her.
He covered his face with his hands. How could the mask of the spoiled boy still covering his grown face? He didn't like the way his day was starting.
He heard the door of his room opening. He had forgotten about her for a moment. He sensed her presence near him – he could smell his cologne on her body.
He was still mad and facing her like that was the last thing he needed. He was still covering his face, not wanted to meet her eyes. He felt her weight on the sofa, and he was surprised that he found her next to him.
She wasn't looking at him. She was looking at the fireplace in front of them. She sat there, not a single word escaping her mouth.
She was breathing in and out slowly. Her presence made him relax. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and lay back.
His head was resting at the top of the sofa looking at the roof. With the side of his eye he looked at her back.
He noticed that she wasn't wearing anything under his shirt. He felt a little bit excited for that. He was feeling her leg touching his.
She was warm and he was still shirtless – but she didn't seem to mind it. Why was she staying next to him like that so unaware of herself? Didn't she know who she was or how she looked like?
Without even noticing it, she mimicked his move and she rested her head on the sofa as well. She was looking at the roof too, but she felt his eyes on her face.
Her cheeks warmed up at once. She could feel his body warmth, making her feel goosebumps. Finally, she turned her face as well, looking at his stormy grey eyes.
''You are more than she said.'' she told him after some time of just staring at each other, and with a bold move she rested her head to his shoulder.
She stood there still, not daring to move even a muscle. For some reason she was feeling like if she moved he would go.
His shoulder was raising up and down calmly, making her eyes feel heavy out of the blue. She made herself comfortable, putting her legs on top of the sofa.
He felt her knees touching his leg. He didn't move, he didn't speak. Something about that, was familiar to him, but yet so new.
Silence fell between them, and it was much needed. It was the only thing he needed at that moment.
When he called her name, to tell her that he appreciated her last comment, he noticed that she had fallen asleep – and he felt a great responsibility fell to his shoulders – to keep her there, alive, safe and well.
''She's been gone for so long Ginny!'' Harry said with a desperation in his voice she hasn't heard before and looked back at his parchment.
''It's her work Harry!'' she said and she grabbed the parchment from his hands. ''Did she do stupid things like that when you were gone on a mission that took longer to finish?'' she asked him and she took the quill too.
''She didn't. You did.'' he smirked, not even protesting to her actions.
''Harry, what happened and you need her so badly?'' she asked him, taking some cookies from the jar and eating them with the omelet she just made for breakfast.
Harry looked at her surprised. He had seen her eating everything during her pregnancy. She was in her last trimester and in no longer than a month they would have a new member to the family – and Hermione was nowhere to be found.
It wasn't only the fact that he was worrying for her whereabouts, or the fact that she might be in danger, but he was mostly wanting to share with her their decision of making her, their son's godmother.
''It's complicated.'' he said, sighing, after some time. He looked at the watch he was wearing.
He should leave soon to go to the Ministry. It was the first time in a while he didn't want to go to work. He looked at his wife eating happily, remembering his promise to cherish her. He took her hand and kissed it, and his eyes fell on his wife's smile.
That smile that was just like her brother's. Stupid Ron, he thought and he took a last bite of his breakfast. He had owled him some days now and he took nothing in response. It was the worst thing that he could do to him.
''Well, complicated or not she has to finish what she's up to don't you think?'' she asked him, breaking the flow of his thoughts, and she smiled.
''Ron!'' she called his name with excitement, and Harry's eyes landed on him, as he walked to their kitchen. He watched his wife trying to stand up, but her belly made her sit in her seat.
''Hello.'' he said happily and he kissed his sister on her cheek.
He caressed her belly a little bit saying sweet words to his future nephew. He was talking to Ginny some time, not caring for Harry, which made him mad. Ginny's face was glowing in his presence. She sure had missed him a lot.
''Can we talk?'' he asked him after some time, like he just realized he was there too.
Harry's eyes were narrowing at his sight, and Ron frowned his brows at him. Suddenly, he stood up, and grabbed him by his hand and he threw him to his office.
''I can't believe your nerve Ron!'' he said closing the door.
He didn't want to make Ginny worry about what is going on – because if she would worry when his son would worry and he didn't want that at all.
''I didn't knew what was going to happen.'' he confessed to him, answering at his letter's question.
Ron looked at the letters he received from the Ministry. He could recognize that stamp everywhere. A wave of nostalgia hit him hard, but tried to cover it with an awkward smile.
''Were you now? Did you know that Kingsley talked to Pharris too?'' he asked him whispering. Ron's eyes widen.
''You talked to Kingsley?'' he looked at him furiously.
''The only person that I will talk is Hermione, when she comes back!''
''Do not dare put her in the middle of this.'' he warned him and watched Harry walking to his desk.
''That's ironic.'' he said, opening the first drawer and throwing a folder on the top of the desk. ''You lied to me Ron!'' he crossed his arms under his chest. He looked at the face of his friend darken at the sight of the paper.
''I didn't have any choice! It was Kingsley, who insisted on making a partnership contract – to make the owner of the vault at Gringotts unreachable.''
''That was the contract about?'' he yelled a bit.
''Partnership contract!'' he said and he pointed at the line that was making it clear. ''I had to put the Heather Stone to the vault and Kingsley seal it for good!''
''The only thing that you put is a target on her back. Whoever stole that stone, made it easily, effortlessly. Who is saying that they won't find Hermione and used her to find the owner too?''
''I thought the contract was shielded.''
''Was. Now there is an investigation around the stealing.''
''I had no idea.'' he confessed, sitting down on the sofa and looking at his friend.
Cold sweat was running down his spine. He messed it up. The only thing on his mind was his need to find her first.
He had to tell her first what happened – before Harry told her everything, and then never came back to him.
''I will talk to Hermione when she comes back, and hope to Merlin she will have a plan to make this mess right.'' he said to him and he sat next to him.
He put his hand to his shoulder. ''I will have to talk to Kingsley too.'' he said calmly and Ron nodded. That was not how he had planned his day.
When Kingsley accepted the position of the Minister of Magic, he knew that it would be a tough ride.
He knew that everyone would want more and more of him. He knew that he would have to do everything in his power to make everyone happy – and that was something that he used to it by now.
He used the bossy Warlock and his yelling, the Head of the Aurors Department and their demands on a seat to the big table, the Law Department Council and their only desire to be right, the Magical Education Council with their big dreams of reestablishing a new education system on Hogwarts, and so, so much more that he couldn't think at that moment.
That moment when Warlock was screaming in his face trying to put his name where it shouldn't be. That wasn't something new to Kingsley.
In fact, that was the only thing he knew how to calm it down. And that's because Warlock was an old man, and Kingsley knew exactly how to behave around them.
''There is suppose to be a limit in their actions Kingsley!'' Warlock yelled to him and Kingsley's mind snapped out of his thoughts.
''And limit they shall have.'' he answered to him calmly.
''Sometimes I feel like you are more an Auror than a Minister.'' he looked at him challenging but Kingsley couldn't care less.
''And sometimes I feel like you don't want that specific Department under the care of the Ministry.'' it was his time to look him challenging. The atmosphere changed and he narrowed his eyes.
''Just do your purpose in the matter before I do.'' he said and he looked back at this book.
He took the message and he left his office to go to this. Before he does. He thought and he laughed a little. The nerve some people have.
Warlock wanted to put his hands to the Auror Department for so long – he was using any power, but until now it was all in vain. And that was for the best. Only Merlin knew what plans he had made for them. He was feeling his blood boiling.
His Auror self was making it impossible not to think about the fact that Warlock's son in law was in charge of the funds going to the Auror Department and the things that he wanted to do with that kind of galleons. He knew how big of a greedy one can be with galleons. He had seen it, in people that he used to trust.
He was walking fast, trying to clear his mind and go to his office. He was finding that focusing on his work, his mind was resting.
All this pressure that he was getting was making him feel tired. Tired and bored. He missed those days when the adrenaline was hitting up.
People who they were trying to talk to him, were only getting a simple greeting from him that day. He was feeling the urge of exploding.
But who could blame him. He was indeed one of the most respected man who was dealing with too much. He was feeling that his day was going from bad to worse.
''Miss Dosters.'' he said and he looked at the old woman at her desk. She stood up, calling his name to say something to him, but she didn't have the change.
''Mr Potter.'' he said and he sighed loudly. He looked at the boy he knew for so long. There was something different in him today he noticed.
''What can I do for you?'' he said, sitting in his leather chair, trying to prepare himself for what was about to follow.
''Tell me the truth about the Heather's Stones Kingsley.'' he demanded and he placed his hands on his desk looking him in the eyes.
''I have already done.''
''Apparently not.'' he said and he threw to his desk the contract that he found.
Harry was furious, clearly. He thought that he would have spoken to Ronald by now. Perhaps he had already spoken to him that day.
Kingsley's hand reached it and looked it for a brief moment. He closed it again and put it in front of Harry.
''What would you like to know Harry?'' he said taking a big breath.
''How about everything? I do not like riddle games Kingsley.'' he warned and sat in front of him too.
''Why not? You are pretty good at it, as I recall.'' he was sarcastic at that point, making Harry's eyes narrow.
''Why did you give me the investigation of it when you knew it was going to lead me back to you?''
''Always the reason behind everything with us, isn't it?'' he asked him clearly meaning his past Auror days. ''The Heather's Stones, Harry is something valuable. Untamed and valuable. Whoever has them could earn very much and lost too little.''
''You think that I care about the work someone can do with them? I care about my friends!'' he complained, pointing at the names of them in the contract.
''Dragons can sense the presence of a Heather Stone – it makes them stronger. I wanted to ask Charlie to look for the two last Stones, but when I heard that Ron wanted to go with him because of his accident, I knew who I had to speak with. I warned him of the dangerous task that he was so willing to start. But that fool told everything to his older brother, from the start. I made him take the Unbreakable Vow – worrying about Charlie when I should have worried about Ron.''
''What do you mean?''
''Royalty is not something that suits your precious friend at that moment.'' he said disgust with himself – how could he rely to a person that he told the mission he was trusted with his brother.
''When he found the last Heather Stone, he brought it to me at once. I congratulated him, I shook his hand proudly.'' he said narrowing his eyes to him.
''He told me that he was done being an Auror and he wanted to help his brother for now on. I respected his decision. The transfer happened the same day as well, as he was so hurried to leave. The Golden Gates of Gringotts were sealed by our own hands. If even one of the Stones fall into hands that are unworthy to tame their power, Merlin knows what will follow. Little did I know he had already spoken to someone about their existence in Gringotts.''
''That was the reason why you make him sign this contract? Because you sealed the vault together?'' Harry cut him, not wanted to believe the story he was hearing, and Kingsley laughed a little.
''The vault is not in my possession Harry, it is in the Ministry's.'' he said and he took the contract out. He looked at it, remembering the day they signed it. ''What does it say?'' he asked him, giving him the paper.
''Partnership Contract.'' he said, rolling his eyes, thinking of the same words he heard from his friend that morning.
''Ron paid double for his part in the discovery.'' Kingsley confessed, and Harry felt the earth under his feet, shaken. ''He was still an Auror when he signed. It was a needed action, believe me – I had to have an evidence for his part in this, didn't I?'' he asked and Harry nodded.
''That is illegal Kingsley! Why would you have to trust Hermione with it?''
''That was a mistake, I have to admit. I seeked the best and she is. I never thought that your unworthy friend would betray all of us.''
''I cannot think that he would act like that, something else might have happened.'' Harry spoke after some minutes of silence, trying to find a logic behind Ron's behaviour.
He couldn't believe to a word Kingsley said. His childhood friend, acting so arrogant, betraying and playing with forces he couldn't control.
He couldn't even recognize him anymore. And he came to my house, still lying to me about everything. Harry thought, and looked at his feet.
''I think that he did act like that, Harry. He went behind my knowledge, and made sure you knew it first before everyone else in your Department. He needed someone on the inside.'' he said and he looked at him with his brows raised. Harry's heart started to beat fast.
''You thought I forgot about you, coming inside of that office we are sitting in, with the picture of the Heather Stone, asking me to take lead?'' he watched Harry looking at his feet.
''This case had never reached my office, and then you walked in, talking about the stealing before everyone else. I never gave you that case, you took it yourself.''
''Kingsley I was - ''
''Well, that explains a lot to be honest.'' Draco spoke, before Harry could apologize, and both men turned around to see him.
Draco was standing still, with his eyes sparkling from the sight of the two men. The door behind him was wide open, Kingsley's secretary was gone.
He was wearing his total black suit, and he was fixing his left hand cufflink, by the time he smirked. He was looking rather amused by them.
''Malfoy, you - ''
''I what Potter? I wouldn't have thought, three out of three members of The Golden Trio, were able to make such mischief? Bravo, to all of you.'' he said, clapping bored his hands.
He walked to the stand Kingsley had with his own firewhiskey and put himself a glass, without even asking.
''Malfoy, it is not a good time.'' Kingsley consulted, but Draco had just started.
''How the tables have turned, right Potter? When I realized what you did with the case of the Heather Stone I thought I was insane – but here it is, solid proof, waiting for me to start the bragging.'' he talked to Harry but he was looking at his feet, trying to calm himself.
Harry was not talking, giving him nothing to work his bragging with. Draco was mad with the both of them.
He was even mad with the Weasley boy, but that didn't count, cause he was mad with him all the time.
They put Hermione in the middle of wandfire and she could get hurt. They were risking her life because they were unable to do a single job right.
In his mind he was already planning the things that he could do to them if something bad would happen to her.
''I will inform Hermione and we will think of a way to end this.'' Harry said to Kingsley, and stood up.
''What fun would that be Potter?'' Draco said sighing. He sat on the chair Harry was using before him, and gave him a dangerous gaze.
''I bet, all my galleons, that you haven't even the slightest idea of what your third wheel have started.'' Draco said leaving Harry with his mouth opened.
He was clearly in shock with the idea that Draco knew what was going on, and he could only blink at the time.
Draco felt bad for him for a second, blaming his time with Hermione. That woman couldn't even try to make his emotions delay, and succeed it. He smirked, but tried to keep his mind away from her at that moment.
''Malfoy is right.'' he said and Draco raised his glass to Kingsley. ''This one is not going to be easy Potter.''
''Spare him the good lecture, please.'' Draco rolled his eyes. ''Weasley messed it up so we have to clear his mulish obtuse actions of his.''
''Malfoy.'' Kingsley spoke warning him.
''You and who else? Your arrogant partner, who desperately trying to be sober before noon?'' he said, pointing at the glass Draco was holding.
''Potter.'' again Kingsley warned.
''More the one you used to work with.'' he said, raising a brow to him and looking at his surprised face, amused.
''What?''
''Enough! Both of you! You should be ashamed of yourselves! Arguing like two hungry dogs, over one bone!'' he said and he sat in his chair, defeated.
He knew he was too old to play the child guardian. ''Potter.'' he said after some minutes of silence. ''You will have to give up on this one.'' he said, but Harry was about to protest when Kingsley looked at him dangerously.
''The story is bigger than you think. I should have arrested you and start an interrogation with you.'' he warned him and looked back at the contract. He took it in his hands and locked it in his drawer.
''You will bring Ron Weasley as an Auror, and then you are done with this case.'' he said and he pointed the door to him.
Harry though, stayed to hear what he would say to Malfoy. Kingsley thought that he wanted to know, but that had nothing to do with him.
He pointed to the door again and he let him know that he was not wanted at his office at the moment. Harry tightened his jaw and he stormed out.
''That was interesting.'' Draco said calmly at his chair.
''I wanted to tell you, but she was on St. Mungo's - ''
''I know.'' he said drinking his firewhiskey slowly. ''I will tell her everything Kingsley.'' he said and watched the old man nodded.
''And I will talk to Weasley first.'' he demanded, now that he was having the upper hand in the story. He watched Kingsley nodding again.
Silence fell among the two men. They both had so much on their heads that it would be possible to start a conversation about the needs of their own troublesome investigation, to find the father of Nehone. Draco stood up, fixing his suit, and walking to the door.
He was happy that Draco left before finishing his firewhiskey. He left him alone, with his crowded thoughts. He was feeling tired.
He was feeling like his actions had more impact than it should. He took a big breath and covered his face with his hands.
This shall pass he thoughts and he promised himself to find that bastard and end his life this time, as he should have done when he caught him the first time.
