Hey everyone! This is a fanfic that just popped into my mind. Let me know what you think! Also I am a very busy person so I probably won't update much, but I'll try for at least once a week. Review!
Suki
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling! Not me!
She sat three yards away from the nine justices. Her hair was a mane of chocolate brown falling in wild ringlets. Her eyes were a molten gold that shone with knowledge and curiosity. She was dressed in a black suit that made her look years older than her 20-year-old self. The mahogany wood chair and desk that she was seated at, gave her the impression of a professional worker although she was only an intern. That was Hermione Granger, smartest women to ever walk the Earth. She can quote any text you ask of and solve any mystery. She graduated high school with perfect grades and at only ten and college at twelve. She was a prodigy beyond any others.
She sat and waited like everyone else until the doors of the Supreme Court swung open. In stepped a tall, platinum haired boy no older than her. He was dressed in all black that brought out the paleness of his skin and his icy grey eyes. Draco Malfoy, the worlds most wanted fugitive. He had a criminal record three times a normal one. He escaped the top quality prisons and evaded all the trackers and high technology traps. Nobody can catch him, until now. But even this little escapade won't last long.
Unlike a normal criminal, he was not frowning or scowling. On the contrary, he was smirking and had his head held high like he was accepting an award and not a few hundred years in prison. He was seated in a metal chair that automatically bolted him in. He stared at the judges before him as if waiting for the honoring speech.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy. Is this your name?" The first judge asked with the overview in his hand. He peered over his glassed at the man when he didn't reply. Draco was staring at the painting behind the judges' heads. "Draco Lucius Malfoy. Is this your name?" the judge repeated sounding irked and a bit impatient. Still the twenty year old paid no mind.
"Mr. Malfoy, if you do not answer we will be forced to turn to physical ways." Another judge asked with an eyebrow raised. Draco simply continued admiring the artwork. Suddenly a jolt of electricity ran through, almost making him scream. Instead he bit the sides of his cheeks and waited for it to end. When it disappeared, the judges resumed the questioning. To their surprise, he continued ignoring them like nothing happened.
The judge finally ordered the guards to take him back to the prison. He was not to be fed. This continued for a whole week and he began to look weaker and weaker. The eighth day came around.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, are you willing to answer these questions?" the third judge asked. When no answer came, he opened his mouth to order another day of prison.
"I will," came a hoarse voice. Everyone turned and stared at the blonde boy, shocked that he spoke and so willingly. "But I want to be seated like a normal person." Seconds ticked by as everyone gaped. He expected them to unchain him! At last, the judges allowed him to do so. He smirked smugly as his chains were removed, and a wooden seat was pulled up. He sat and even though he had seven guards with guns circled around him, he felt freer. Much freer.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy, is that your name?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
"Is your birthday June 5th?"
"Yes."
"Who are your parents?"
"I don't know."
"Who is your guardian?" The judges expected an answer, but he remained quiet. Instead, he got up, and everyone tensed. He walked forward, and the guards followed, guns aimed at him. He continued walking until he was at Hermione Granger's desk, where she was taking notes on every movement he made. As he stepped towards her, she narrowed his eyes.
"Peíte ti̱n chazí̱ géros gia na eínai í̱sycho." he said. She quickly translated, her eyes widened, and then she tried to fight back a smile. Can you tell the stupid old man to shut it.
"Ms. Granger, what did he say?" a judge inquired. Not wanting to embarrass him, she got up and made way to his seat. She whispered the answer and he scowled.
"Mr. Malfoy, please sit down." Hermione walked and stood by the end of the desk, knowing she has more translating to do. Without warning, Draco was in front of her, and his lips were pressed to hers. There was a collective gasp. Then he was yanked away and he saw the shocked look on her face.
"Send him to the prison!" The second judge exclaimed. It was Mr. Granger. Malfoy was led away and Hermione stood there his scent still clogging her mind and those luscious lips imprinted on hers.