DISCLAIMER: All content is derived from J.K. Rowling! Harry Potter Universe belongs to her, I just try to embellish what I can. :-)
She was tired of looking at the tiny images through her microscope.
It had been days of testing out the different effects of various magical spells, potions, and combinations thereof in addition to muggle medicine. She had sent the lab samples to three different consulting muggle labs, and had received the test results today. Nothing she tried had been working.
Her mind raced through other possible ways she could alter the subject's DNA. She supposed that there were quicker ways, albeit extremely deadly ways, to destroy the malignant cells. She could use a more potent type of radiation generated by a complicated wave of explosive curses. Or a modified incendio spell that could bend the DNA of histiocytes. But then she'd have to ensure that only the cancerous cells would be affected, while regenerating the nonmalignant cells at a rate that would exceed the damages.
She tapped on some keys of her computer, watching as the numbers whirled by on the monitor's screen as the machine calculated the rate of regeneration over damage. She let out a low whistle at the value given on screen. Numbers tumbled over in her brain and her heart sank when she realized that the boy would most likely not live, given the high dosage she was considering.
It didn't help, either, that the subject appeared to have had a horrible immune system to start out with. Most likely due to some inbreeding. She'd asked her patron to donate a sample of his DNA as well, and was surprised to find that the father and son shared much more DNA than what was typical. They were probably purebloods. Purebloods, that, as confirmed by her studies of the various gene segments, were a rarity: both father and son possessed a rare gene that was similar to the one responsible for albinism.
Wait...
Hermione's eyes widened. She suddenly felt so foolish for not realizing this sooner.
Her patron had money, lots of it. An intimidating demeanor, if he could reduce his poor assistant to nervousness. He was most likely a pureblood with pale skin and very light, to the point of almost white, blonde hair...
"Bleeding Draco Malfoy," she said, with a strange lilt in her voice.
She got up from her chair and paced around her office, trying to process the news.
She admitted to herself that she was jumping into conclusions. Rather unscientific of her, she knew. But she had a gut feeling... some instinct that remained in her Gryffindorian head. An instinct that she felt so compelled to act on, she Apparated from her office, disappearing with a loud crack.
A/N: Now we're headed somewhere! It was awfully tedious (though still a bit fun) working my way up to this point... but now, finally Hermione and Draco are going to meet. Thanks for reading and reviewing, keep doing so! :D
Also, for the scientists reading this.. sorry there if there are inaccuracies, I'm not a scientist xD