A/N: Alright, so I've started this again! I've no clue when updates will come, as school keeps me pretty busy, but hopefully after the AP Testing I'll be able to write a lot more! Anyway for those of you wondering what I listened to while I wrote this: DISNEY SONGS. Disney Is life c: -JAS
During The trial of Draco Malfoy everything looked bleak, people were putting him down left and right, they spoke of his betrayal of Dumbledore and his mentor Snape, and his mother. He wanted them to leave his mother alone. She wasn't here to defend herself, plus she had done the best she could with the circumstances she had, and if he could, he would take her place. He had done more wrong than she had and this was his trial, not hers. He had more evil in his pinkie finer than she had in her soul. He wanted to say as much but the barrage of spells casted over him prevented him from doing anything but twitching his fingers every so often.
It was in the midst of one such tirade by an angry wizard that Hermione Granger spoke up on his behalf. The sound of her voice had, of course, shocked him. He had known the Trio was sitting in the stands, he had seen their faces as he walked in, but to think they would ever speak was beyond him. They didn't just speak, they spoke for him and that rocked him to his core. They defended him. He could not imagine a time where he loved to hear their voices more than in that second. They all spoke of him Weasley did so begrudgingly, and how he saved them when they were captured, Potter had even brought up the moment where he and Draco had scuffled over the wands, and how Draco gave him the much needed wands. Draco scoffed at that. He didn't give them to him, he just didn't put up as big a fight as was expected. Although he did get punished for it later.
It seemed the whole courtroom held its breath as the Wizengamot talked amongst themselves for what seemed like hours. Finally they came to a conclusion and he didn't know if it was meant to punish him or Granger more. He was allowed out on probation for one year, and under that year, he would be watched over by Hermione Granger, the witch who had seemed so keen on defending him in the first place. He realized in the split second she had agreed that he respected her more than anyone else in that courtroom in that moment. He stared at her in disbelief, this girl- no Woman- had been tormented by him for ages, had been held down and tortured in his home and yet she still had it in her heart to give him a second chance. It was only when he realized that she, and everybody else in that room, wad staring at him that he realized it was his turn to speak. Without a seconds hesitation he agreed.
The room went into an uproar then, Daily Prophet photographers flashing their cameras, questions were being shouted down at him and he lifted up by his bounds hands and led to the double doors that led to the packed lobby full of paparazzi. He was pushed forward and caught by a pair hands he realized was Potters. He undid the spell and led him out of the room, yelling at people to move out of the way. All he could hear were questions being thrown at them:
"Miss Granger, How do you feel-"
"Malfoy how does it feel to be rescued by-"
"Do have anything to say that I-"
"Mr. Weasley how hard was it-"
The next thing he knew he was apparated out of the room and to some apartment. He looked around and saw Granger and Weasley show up not two seconds later.
"Well Malfoy, Home Sweet Home."
He glared at Potter, the one who had the gall to open his sarcastic mouth. The need to mock him was strong, but he knew only doing so would anger the lot of them, and he really could not afford to do that.
So he'd have to settle for glaring.
There were a few tense seconds as everyone tried to not address the elephant in the room, but when that elephant had blindingly blonde hair and a stare that would make even the Minister stutter, it was hard to ignore him. Finally Granger made a small cough and he smirked at how her it was. Tiny, polite and pretentious, everything to be expected from her. Yes he respected this woman, but that wasn't going to stop him from hating her with a passion.
"Malfoy I- I can show you the guest room if you want…"
He wasn't surprised when everyone tensed up and reached for their wands when he stood. He raised his hands above his head and lifted his eyebrow to show his annoyance. Weasley huffed and walked into the kitchen, Potter stood staring and Granger just walked out of the room, he was apparently supposed to follow her.
He was not surprised the find the room neat, and was even more unsurprised by the amount of books she had crammed into two bookshelves. Honestly, he should be frightened the things would explode and squash him in the middle of the night.
"This is your bedroom, the bathroom is at the end of the hall, and the towels are in the cabinet in the bathroom. I'm sure you're wanting to take a shower so I won't linger."
She walked away then, presumably back into the living room.
Suddenly he felt so tired, he fell onto the bed face first, and didn't care about the inelegant noise that had come from his mouth. He was exhausted he realized. His body ached, his brain felt like a puddle of mush and his eyes could barely stay open. Before he knew it he was asleep, his deep breathes being the only sound in the room. He didn't even wake when Granger came stumbling in with some food and quietly said, "Oh." She gently placed the tray next to his bed and set several charms to keep it warm.
Before she left she took one final look at the man sleeping on the bed and shut the doors she could see her friends out.