Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. The characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and the title belongs to Disney from Pirates of the Caribbean.
Almost Innocent
She sat across from him on one of the cold leather couches. It seemed he hadn't changed mush; not in appearance or heart. Although he did look a little paler, or maybe it was just her imagining things.
"Would you say," she said, adjusting herself in her seat. "that you would still consider yourself a Death Eater?"
He shook his head, hair gently falling over his eyes. "I find that title a major threat to my social status."
"More like your ego," she retorted.
But then your title isn't one to boast about, either."
She was angered. "It is perfectly acceptable!"
"Yeas; Rita Skeeter's replacement is a title we all dream of having. That bitch could worm anything out of anyone. Don't you think she too fucking nosey all those years as a reporter?"
"She was a little nosey. I can recall her writing about me liking famous wizards. Good point," she said. "Let's move on, shall we?"
He nodded.
"How many other Death Eaters were there, do you know?"
"I would say, oh, about 300."
She sat up straight. "Would you happen to know who?" she said, batting her eyelashes sweetly.
He sighed and said, "Look, I'm not supposed to just hand out that information. But…you didn't hear it from me: Waverly, Goyle, Crabbe, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Eric Schwartz, and…Ron Weasley."
"Ron Weasley!" she exclaimed, taken aback. "But, he…they would nev-"
"Calm yourself! I did not agree to this to just be listening to you screaming."
She did as was told and continued with her questions. She noticed he never took his eyes off of her once during this.
She blushed. "Did he – they take part in the incident?"
He glared at her. "Only Weasley, Schwartz, and Thomas. The rest were not as faithful as the select …few who are…"
She took a deep breath. "Now, um, we still have about ten minutes left to talk, so h-how about I just ask you a few more qu-questions?"
He smirked and walked across the room to where she was. Then he placed he lips on hers; a kiss, bittersweet, but enjoyable. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I'm sorry for what I've done. And I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I…I'm sorry."
She fumbled with her quill for a moment and turned a deep shade of pink. "Draco, it's fine…I'm fine…and…I'm sorry too."
There were a few long moments of silence, much like in a meadow blanketed by snow when no one is around, or in a cemetery where someone has just been buried. And in those few moments everything flooded back to her: her wedding to him, their child being killed, the first moments they were alone together. And it scared her to think that she had once had a relationship with this man; this man who had been accused of killing at least two people, and was a Death Eater for Lord Voldemort.
And as these thoughts were resettling in her head, she asked one more question. "Would you say you were innocent?"
Draco nodded. "I am…innocent…"
And with that she walked away, not believing her ears, or daring to turn her head around for one last glance at him.
"Almost."