Titanium

by Imagine What Could Happen

Draco Malfoy is not a murderer. He did not do it. Ginny Weasley will proclaim this til the day she dies. She will prove his innocence. She will get him back. She's shamed in the Wizarding society, but she is shameless. She is in love.

Titanium

Prologue

He is strong. He is dense metal. He is diamonds. He is unbreakable. He can take down the toughest men with just a flick of his cold eyes. He can slay your daughter's heart with just a twist of those rosy lips. He can murder your family with the minimalist effort he puts in.

But he has a weakness.

She is firm. She is stubborn. She is unflinching. She can melt your resolve with just a defeated huff and a look of deflation in her dark eyes. She has balls.

She has no weaknesses.

"Draco," she whispers, heart fluttering at the sight of him, disgruntled and awfully attractive. His eyes are cracked, however. They're shattered into a million pieces as he gazes at Ginny Weasley. Her chest tightens and then loosens.

"Ginny," he murmurs. His arms stretch out towards her. She grasps his hand in hers tightly. The tension is thickly laden around them. She lets out an unsteady exhale as tears burn her eyes and blur her vision.

Murder.

The word sits at her lips. Draco Malfoy is not a murderer, but the evidence is piled heavily against him.

There's desperation in the way he clasps her hand in his, like if he lets go she'll leave him because dear old Harry Potter has croaked it and he's the only one to blame. Humans are fickle creatures who need closure quickly or they lose their minds, and to blame another person is their way of finding a false sense of closure. And on this particular occasion Draco Malfoy is the scapegoat.

And why not him? He's shagging Harry's fiancée; his family is shamed enough; he found the body; his wand was out. He had no alibi. He might as well have killed the boy-who-lived, anyway.

Ginny tries to fight the bubbling anxiety in her chest. They'll make it through this. Ginny knows she'll wait for him. Wait for innocence and justice to prevail. Wait for the boy-who-made-all-the-wrong-choices to get out of Azkaban and back with her. She'll wait for him.

Draco holds onto Ginny as she hugs him, knowing he had so little time before the Aurors take him away. They should have taken him away as soon as the verdict was called, but Ginny had pleaded and begged, desperate. He kisses her forehead, gently, and she starts to back away. His chest is burning with fear and defeat.

He didn't do it.

He didn't do it.

He didn't do it.