Duet

We will take a life and we will live it on the stage.

When the show is over hopefully they will say,

"For the final act they breathed an endless sigh,

And Waved good bye!"

~~Magic Show (Electric Owls)

(-/-|-\-)

I groaned and rolled over. My 'sentence' started today. After last nights War crime trials for the known Death Eaters, I came straight home and fell asleep. I sat up, re-reading the letter I put on my nightstand.

Draco Malfoy,

Your charges and Appropriate Sentence follow:

Murder- Not charged

Participation in Genocide- Charged with, Strict Monitoring will follow

Theft- Charged with, six months of Community Service

Unlawful Infiltration- Charged with, six months of Community Service

I looked at the small silver anklet that I was to wear at all time. Someone somewhere knew where I was any time. I groaned again, and picked up my wand.

(-/-|-\-)

By three o' clock I had plenty of energy. I slipped into a cheap suit and top hat, and apparated.

On the other end of my apparation, a VERY annoying man stood. When I met him last night, he wanted me to call him Larry, or my (as the muggles call it) Parole Officer.

"Mr. Malfoy! Today, you are doing some community service for the muggles!" I ignored him.

"Let's get this over with." I stepped into the bright lights on the stage. I stared into the audience. Some people were so glaringly Muggle, others it was obvious they were magic. Great. A mixed crowd.

"H-Hello, prepare to be… amus- no wait- amazed!" I flourished my wand and sparks came out. The audience 'ahhed'. I pulled out a deck of cards, sneakily tapping it with my wand ('wingardium leviosa'). The cards levitated around me and flew back into my hand.

"Pick a card…. You in the back." A muggle in a tee-shirt that said something about basketball approached the stage. He grinned. Like I said, obviously muggle. He pulled a card from the deck, looked at it, and replaced it like he was trying to hide where he put it. I used a little bit of wandless legillemency. 'He will never guess where I put the eight of spades!'

"Is," I searched the deck, "This your card?" The man looked defeated, but grinned in surprise.

"Now, I need another volunteer… Does anyone have, any denomination, a banknote?" A girl in the front row came up. She was one of the few I guessed were magic. She handed me a form of currency I wasn't familiar with. It was green with a little '20' in the corners. I tapped it with my wand, showering it in red sparks. When they dissipated, a bottle stood there.

"Here you go! I bottle of- Granger?" She looked just as surprised to see me.

"MALFOY?"

"Uh, that's The Amazing Mr. M to you." I laughed nervously. This wasn't supposed to happen. No one was supposed to recognize me during my community service. "Now, would you please assist me with my next act?.." She placed the green apple on my head. I turned on the spot and dissapparated. She caught the apple as it fell. I walked toward the curtains in the back. I nodded to her to dissaparate. She did so, and reappeared before the apple hit the ground. The audience applauded. We sighed, thank Merlin its over. We both disappeared to back stage.

"You better explain what is going on right now Malfoy or I will skin you alive and I won't use magic and you can bet that I will-"

"Enough, mudblood (Larry gasped). I-uh- am sentenced to muggle community service, and doing magic shows is one of the tasks I had to do. I had to please the audience."

"Malfoy! You used me to hake the audience happy? That's a first."

"The hours don't count unless the muggles are happy! You seemed to enjoy being my assistant."

"I am no one's assistant! I work in the Ministry in the 'Behavior Correction Facility'."

"Wait," Larry said, "I work there… You wouldn't happen to be Hermione Granger, would ya'?"

"What's it to you?"

"Nothing, it's just, part of Mr. Malfoy's sentence allows him to work at the ministry to pull an income, or he can attend a wizarding University. Whatever his decision be, he would need an escort everywhere. I believe you were one of the people on the list to, for want of a better word, babysit, Mr. Malfoy."

"WHAT!" We both screeched at the same time. I continued. "I don't need to be baby sat. Furthermore, I am a Malfoy. I have a huge inheritance. I don't need income!"

"Master Draco Malfoy's inheritance of sixty-five million galleons will not come into wealth until his parents and/or guardians pass away." Larry Quoted my Father's will.

"Merlin!" I stage-whispered. I paced around backstage. Larry pulled out a little muggle eklectronic thing…

"Go for Larry. Yes, that's the issue. I see. He'll be glad. Yes? I'll tell her. Is this definite? No? Well, I'll notify them. Thank you." He closed it and turned to us. "That was the judge. He offered that if you attend an occupational placement university, he will wave a large percentage of the Community service."

"I'll take it!"

"No!" She yelled at the same time as I did.

"What?"

"You just- merlin…."

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A/N: That's the first chapter. Why didn't Hermione want Malfoy to go to the CU? Find out next chapter!

Excerpt from:

"What. The. Heck. Are. You. Doing. Here." I lifted up my trunk and half-smirked.

"Community…Service….?"