Hey guys, this is imasmartie, with a sequel. If you happened to stumble onto this, you might want to read my first story, Not Bad After All, because you would not understand this. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything publically known.

Previously on Not Bad After All

Everything was just perfect, until now. It was the five-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, the Golden Trio, Neville, Luna, Shiela, and I were at Shiela's restaurant Red, Green, Blue, and Yellow. We were all dancing, when suddenly the doors burst open, "We've come for the arrest of Draco Malfoy."

They were all in shock, I was in shock, I was getting arrested. Hermione took a step back away from me, I felt my blood go cold from the absence of her warmth. They took my arms, "Come on let's go, you're going to Azkaban. Where you belong."

I looked at Hermione, her eyes were full of fear, because of me. I mouthed, 'I love you'. She didn't say anything, it shattered my heart, we passed Shiela, I put the small box in her hand, "Tell her."

She nodded with agreement, "We'll get you out of there as soon as we can." I looked around, Harry called out, "Wait, what for?"

The man said, "For siding with Voldemort five years ago." Then apparated me out of there, the last thing I saw was a tear sliding down Hermione's cheek.

We were all panicking, Draco was just arrested. I was crying, Shiela tried to comfort me, "Hermione, Draco's a strong man, he'll get through it. We'll help him, we'll get him out of there, Harry, Ron?" They both nodded, Harry said, "He helped us survive, now it's time to return the favor." Ron nodded in agreement.

Shiela stood up, "Now, we have to think logically. Why would Draco get arrested? Especially five years after, they would have gotten him a long time ago." I felt another tear come down my cheek, I buried my face in my hands.

I heard Harry's voice, "Okay, maybe we should all go home, and give it some thought. We can meet up tomorrow, here at noon. Okay?" We all nodded, and soon I watched as they all apparated.

Shiela came towards me, "How about you stay at my apartment tonight? I want to talk to you about something." I nodded, but didn't say a thing.

We walked down Diagon Alley, her apartment wasn't that far from the restaurant. We went up the stairs, and through her apartment door. We sat down on the couch, I still felt the tears come down my cheeks, my thoughts running at a thousand miles.

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