Chapter 1

The Good, the Bad, and the Worse

     Draco Malfoy was going home. He had just returned from a business trip to Paris, for his respectable advertising firm. As the CEO of Malfoy Inc, he was constantly flying overseas, or abroad to meet with new clients, since the market in England wasn't that big. Draco was in his limo, which had picked him up from the airport, when he called his father on the cell phone.

     "Hello, Lucius," he said.

     "Oh, hello, Draco. Where are you?" his father asked.

     "My final meeting was canceled, and I flew out of Paris a day early. I am going home to surprise my fiancé," he explained, twitching at the sound of his last word.

     Lucius sighed regrettingly at Draco's words. "Well, if she is the one you really love, then be it! You have my blessing."

     "Father? Are you feeling OK? You approve of my fiancé?" Draco asked, hardly believing what he had just heard, "What made you change your mind?"

     "You are my only child, Draco and I just want you to be happy."

     Was there a tone of warmth in his voice? Could his father really say that? Draco chose not to question him, as he was overwhelmed with happiness. "Thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me."

     "How did your meeting with Congressman Robertson go?"

     "It went perfectly. We are going to publicize him in the coming election, and he has picked a member of our staff as his campaign manager," answered Draco proudly.

     "That's perfect. Good job, son. You always make me proud of you!"

     "Thank you, father. This should bring in an estimated profit of 27.8 million dollars to our company."

     "That is twice as much as we had originally planned on! You are a genius, son!" Lucius praised him excitedly. Well, isn't that the only time he was ever happy? When he was making a profit. "I'm sorry, son, but I have some business to take care of."

     "It was nice talking to you. See you at the board meeting first thing tomorrow morning"

     "Bye."

     "Bye."

     Draco closed his cell phone. Was his father acting awfully nice today? It must have been because of the profit Draco was bringing to the company. Lucius Malfoy had retired, and just looked over Draco's work now. He wasn't the CEO of the company anymore. He was so happy to be going home. He hadn't seen her in two days! It felt more like weeks, or years, or the eternity to him, but he didn't care right now. He was going back. He would see her in just a couple minutes, and kiss her passionately. She is the most incredible piece of work, isn't she?

     His fiancé was a psychiatrist. She specialized in schizophrenia, or the multiple personality disorder. For most of the time, she worked with criminals, and tried to help them, or in mental institutions.

     Draco felt butterflies in his stomach. They had been seeing each other for about 5 years now, ever since their last year at Hogwarts. As the time went on, he had grown to love her more and more.

     The limo came to a slow halt. The driver, dressed in a black suit, got out of the car and went over to Draco's side to open the door for him.

     "Here you are, Mr. Malfoy. Enjoy your evening," he said as politely, and with respect.

     "Thank you, Jim. Could you wait about ten minutes down here, for me to go get my fiancé. I would like to take her out to dinner tonight."

     "Yes, I will, sir."

     Draco got out of the limo, and started walking up towards the stairs. Draco was wearing a black, Armani suit. He looked like the perfect businessman. Since Hogwarts, he had gotten much more handsome and lost all boyish traits, not that he had a lot of them, but he was 23 now. All grown up, he lived with his fiancé.

Draco owned an apartment at a very expensive building. It was about 20 stories high in downtown London. Draco always thought it reminded him of a hotel, so that's what he called it. It was a very modern structure, all the outside walls were made out of glass and the sunset perfectly reflected upon them. As he entered, the security guard greeted him at the door.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. I wasn't expecting to see you so soon."

"Change of plans," he replied quickly, being in a hurry to get up to his apartment. He didn't want to wait another second to see her.

     Basically running up the stairs to the main elevator, he jumped in right before the doors were about to close. Draco pressed the button for the 20th floor. Their bedroom had a great view. He just loved laying there in the morning with the love of his life, with his arms tightly wrapped around her, watching the sunrise. It was so romantic.

     The elevator doors slowly opened. He walked out and searched for his access card in his wallet. All of the suites required an access code. Everyone who inhabited that residence had their own card.

     Draco slid it swiftly across the little machine, and the door opened. He entered the well decorated quarters and sat his briefcase down on the floor. Looking outside the window, he saw the beautiful view of London. The sky was dark now, but millions of lights were on inside the buildings.

He heard laughter coming from his bedroom. Walking in that direction, he noticed that the door hadn't been closed all the way.

     After coming down the hall, he peeked into the room. To his awful surprise, he found a certain fiancé of his, engaging in inappropriate activities with a man he couldn't recognize.

     Suddenly, he felt as if his heart dropped to the floor. Didn't she love him? Why would she want to get married if she didn't love him? Why is she doing this to me? The joyful feeling he had just been full of disappeared at the moment he saw the two lovers in his bedroom. HIS BEDROOM! What the fuck was she thinking? Their bedroom, not that guy's bedroom.

     There was nothing he could say to her. They hadn't even noticed him come in. He would just leave, and come back later to kick her out. Right now, he couldn't stand being there. Draco ran out of the suite as fast as he could. Tears were falling down his face. Images of his fiancé and her lover filled his head. He couldn't think. Running down twenty fights of stairs to the lobby, he didn't even stop when the security guard asked him ho calm down. Had he known about this? Who the fuck cared? Everything he had loved disappeared in a second. His whole life came crashing down just like that. 

     Draco ran out of the building onto the street. He ran until he couldn't breathe any longer. A pub came into his view, and he decided that he'd go in there and have a drink. That would hopefully make him forget about her, and the guy she was with. Walking into the pub, he sat at the bar.

     "Give me the strongest drink you have," he said out of breath, demandingly.

     The bartender gave him a weird look and responded, "Yes can do."

     Draco took a look around him and saw weird, fat, ugly, drunk guys, with bikers', leather clothes, and big attitudes.

     Is this what he was going to end up like? Not that he really cared about it at the moment, but he promised to shoot himself before he got to that point.

     After drinking for about two hours, he got up and left. He had drunk a lot. Not being able to walk in a straight line any longer, he zigzagged his way back home. And what a great home it was. When he was a block away from the building of his residence, he saw a couple police cars and an ambulance parked right in front of the entrance to his building.

     What had happened? Was there a robbery? No, the security guard was great he couldn't have missed it. As any person would generally do in this situation, he started thinking of the worst things as he walked up to his suite. Why were there so many cops? Why were they on his floor, in his apartment?

     He started walking faster and faster, heart racing, as he finally reached the place he had called home for the past 5 years. The security guard, Robert Jones, was standing inside Draco's living room, talking to the chief of police. When he saw Draco come in, he frantically yelled, "That's him, that's Mr. Malfoy!" pointing towards him.

     The cops jumped up on him at once. He fell to the floor on his face, with about a half a dozen policemen on top of him. They scrambled around and cuffed him. Draco was so shocked. What was happening? Why were they cuffing him?

     "What the…" he started to say when the chief of police began talking. The cops pulled him up to his feet.

     "Draco Malfoy, you are being arrested for the murder of Hermione Granger and Steve Johnson. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say, can and will be used against you in the court of law. You are entitled to an attorney. If you don't have an attorney, we will provide you with one. Do you understand these rights?"

     Draco was speechless. "The murder of Hermione Granger…" he repeated quizzically after Chief Anderson, hoping with every ounce of soul he had left that he had heard the name wrong.

     Chief Anderson ignored his question and repeated, "Do you understand these rights, Mr. Malfoy?"

     Draco slowly nodded his head, as the cops took him away. The last thing he remembered was watching his home disappear in the distance, staring at it from the back of the police car.

Hey everyone! I am starting this story! I am writing it under Lanna/Jon4EVA's request. I was given the assignment to write a story about Draco and a girl, whose name I cannot mention right now, since it'll ruin the next chapter or so for you. It had to be after Hogwarts. The idea for the plot and everything else in the story is all mine. I am so excited about this story! By the way, you should go check out her stories, they are awesome. I truly hope that you enjoy this story. It takes place in the Muggle world, so the characters will be acting as muggles and using their inventions.

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