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The court room seemed louder than any kind of factory would be to the ears of the man sitting in the middle, none to ready to be judged. He just stared down at the cuffs that felt tight enough to snap his hands right off. He took in a deep breath as the roar of the hushed words ceased, only to be replaced by the head-splitting silence.

He looked up, very slowly, only as he was spoken to.

"The case of The People verses Draco Malfoy will now be brought to order," the Minister called, just after knocking the wooden mallet against his podium. He looked toward the man closest to the cage and nodded to him. "All right. Do it," he muttered.

Draco's head rose slightly, his eyes locking on the man. "You won't need that," he said gently, his eyes slowly rising to the Minister. "I didn't do it," he said slowly, as if he concentrated on each word.

The Minister leaned forward, a brow raising as he'd done so. "Oh really, Mr. Malfoy?" He asked, resettling. "Due to your prior arrests and time in Azkaban, I do believe that you may feel the need to lie to us. I believe this is exactly what should be in order for you, Sir."

Draco shook his head slowly, almost sadly, and moved to allow the man beside him to administer the Veritaserum, three drops exactly.

"Now," the minister began, "Two counts of breaking and entering, one count of grand theft auto." He cleared his throat, moving around a bit in his seat, "And one count of first degree murder. How does the defendant plead?" He asked slowly, looking down to Draco over his rectangular glasses.

The silver-haired man had closed his eyes, his entire world seemed to be spinning. He coughed lightly at first, then a bit more roughly.

"Mr. Malfoy, we haven't time for your delay. If you would please, how do you plead?" The Minister badgered.

"Not guilty," the man grumbled, "Not guilty, not guilty. I didn't do it," he insisted. He let his head hang,

"Right, well-"

"I loved her. I loved her so much, I never could do it.. I would never. She was the only thing I have ever had to truly live for. I wouldn't get rid of that, how could I? Why would I? Don't sit there and judge me—"

"Mr. Malfoy—"

"..You have no idea what its been like.. even these few days—"

"—Mr. Malfoy!—"

"NO. NO! I will tell you.. don't.. DON'T sit up there, as if you know. You gave the potion to me, and you want 'THE TRUTH,'" he almost exclaimed, his pale face turning a deep shade of red as his entire body filled with anger, "I've been silent for too many hours—locked away for something I could never dream of. So now, I'll start from the beginning.. And we'll all be right here to hear my story, no matter how long it takes! You want to stop me, you'll have to hex me into oblivion! I'm going to tell you my story. I'm going to tell you my truth, and you need not worry with wasting your potions up on me!"

The gavel was being slammed throughout Draco's spill, yet he refused to stop, and even continued as the Minister attempted, yet again, to speak, "NO. I will be heard!" He shouted, standing in the cage that surrounded him. "I DID NOT KILL HERMIONE GRANGER!"