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Rating: T for now

~`~`~Chapter 2- The Wait is Over~`~`~

The sounds of screaming were met by deaf ears as Draco Malfoy awoke. Almost six years in this place and he had become used to the noise of agony. He stood up from the stone blood stained floor; he starched his back and cracked his neck. His arms went above his head and he let out a rather loud yawn, he dropped down and started doing push-ups. If he was correct and he usually was he had enough time to do 200 push-ups before they brought out the slop they called morning meal. He was right, just as he sat back on his heels a loud bell sounded and moments later a rusted metal bowl slide from underneath the door and into the 6'-by-6' cell.

He sighed picking up the bowl, stale bread from the day before sat in the center of chicken stock, or at least that's what Draco thought it was. He finished it quickly before placing the bowl at the door; he sat down with his back against the wall, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. He allowed the peaceful feeling to overcome him, he dove down deep into himself finding his bond magic. He sighed with relief, even without being able to use it, being able to feel and find it let him worry less.

It had been awhile since the trials and Draco would be 22 years old soon, or perhaps he was already, time in this place was lost. He hadn't even realized it had been five years at his trial until they told him how long ago the war had been. The way the court had looked at him made him confused, no one said a word; apparently, he was the only one who couldn't see his memories that were playing. He assumed they were not the best of memories, because he didn't have any good ones to beginning with.

"Prisoner #ED10986739" was called into Draco's cell and he sighed standing up. "Hands in the yellow circles inmate" Draco placed his hands in the cracked and chipped yellow circles that were poorly painted on the stonewall. "Feet on the black lines" he spread his legs; the two black lines separated by about one and a half feet were where his feet now lay. "Lower your head, and prepare for search." Three armed wizards walked in and patted Draco down quickly and not too gently, his arms were then pulled harshly behind his back his arms bond. They forced him to his knees, bonding them as well before placing him on a transport platform that he was all so bond to.

He was dragged through the corridors, past his fellow inmates that he'd never met. He was brought to the lower floors; he had heard whispers of the lower floors being where the other inmates were brought after being sentenced to the kiss. He took a deep breath but sat silently as they arrived at a plate form.

"What the bloody hell is this, I told you to retrieve him not bind him!" Draco lifted his head remembering the voice that reached his ears. Ronald Weasley stood before him in all his red headed glory. Before he could talk, someone hit him in the back of the head with something rather hard.

"Head down inmate, and until he is released into your hands; which you have yet to provide the paperwork for, then I will treat my inmate anyway I damn well please." One of the guards said and Weasley laughed throwing a bundle of parchment at him.

"There is your bloody paperwork, now hand him over and got the fuck out of my site." Ron growled. He was in a foul mood as it was anyway. Hermione was pregnant again and the woman was being ridiculous. It only took another three hours to get Draco out Azkaban and to the shoreline. "Let's get out of this dreadful place and get you all set up for Harry's…Merlin its strange saying that to you." Ron sighed rubbing his eyes before looking through his coat pockets for the portkey.

"Sounds strange hearing it, didn't think Harry would take me." Draco voiced his opinion on the matter with a rough voice so different from the one Ron used to hear taunting him; it caused him to look at Draco with wide eyes for a moment. "I have not spoken since the Battle at Hogwarts, no need to, scream and begging to not be punished is for…while people who are not Malfoy's, I suppose." Draco explained; he could taste something like metal as his dry throat started to bleed form over use.

"You haven't spoken for six years?" Ron asked finally stopping his search for the portkey to look at Draco for longer than a moment.

"No…also my magic is still bond?" He question as Ron finally found the bag containing the portkey.

"Will get that all straighten out in a few minutes…Draco," He grunted out "bloody hell that felt weird"

"I will take no offense in you calling me by my surname, and the bond magic means that if I go through that portkey, I may very well die." Draco hesitated before continuing to explain once Ron gave him a confused look. "Little known fact to wizards who have not read the Testament of Merlin, magic is a wizard's life force, but that's not just it, your magic is attached to your soul. Bonding a wizards magic is like putting an airlock on their magic and the only real way to make a wizard powerless. If the wizard in question tries to escape from where they are being held by using the caged magic the bond will literally pull the magic out of the body, pulling the soul with it killing the prisoner." Draco sighed, "Forgot I knew that…but it was really just a theory though no proof was ever written down. Small amounts of magic are fine but any form of transportation via magic would kill me. So at best this is just a highly educated guess." Draco then closed his eyes breathing in deeply, the world hadn't changed much in the years he had been gone. The air felt thicker somehow though, he smelt the air again, before taking in the look Ron was giving him. "Smells like rain" Ron just nodded in return; he looked at his watch and sighed.

"I'll call the ministry; let them know we are on our way. It will be about twenty minutes to the nears outpost, where the minister will meet us and unbind your magic so we can travel back to London. Don't suppose you speak German so we can ask for directions?" Ron sighed making the call quick and simple before he started to walk down the path towards the road signs.

"Ja, ich kann" Draco nodded "I speak seven languages not including English." Ron stopped walking and looked at him. "Do you have a question?" Ron shrugged and looked away before starting to walk again only at a quicker paces. Ron had been intently looking at Draco's face so the other men reached up a hand and touched the scars no longer hidden by a glamor. "If you want to know about them, you can ask"

"How did you get them? You didn't have any of them in school" Ron looked at the other man's face. A scar ran from his right eyebrow down to his lip, four more from his left cheek down his neck under his shirt.

"Glamor's, most my father's doing. Don't suppose it will change Harry's thinking of me will it? I reserved a rather…interesting letter from him the other day." He smirked before taking in the street sighs.

"That would probably be George's doing, they get drunk together every Wednesday, they do stupid shit most of the time…and Harry sees past things like that, hasn't stopped talking about you for the past six months. He even bought soap that he thought you would like, made me go with him; I had to smell twenty bottles of shampoo." Ron laughed "He ended up just buying the one at the counter after he gave up…he hasn't been this excited in a long time. Since long before the war." Ron smiled brightly remembering their school years.

"I would be thankful for anything at this point, sorry" he shrugged and Ron groaned.

"That's what I told him, you probably haven't washed your hair since school. I told him you would not care what so ever about the smell as long as it worked." He laughed, shaking his head. "That's two hours of my life wasted right there…shit" he sighed stopping on the pathway which suddenly divided into two.

"Where are we supposed to be going?" Draco looked at the sign, one was saying the village was only five miles away and the other almost thirty.

"Westerheaven or something like that, I think?" Ron scratched his head and looking at a map in his hand.

"Westerhever, its five miles from here, that way" Draco answered pointing towards the trail on the left.

"What?! It was only supposed to be a twenty minute…shit that's if we were flying" he rubbed the back of his next starting to walk down the path with Draco. "Hermione is going to go into labor now, I just know it." He growled looking at his watch yet again.

"She is with child?" Ron looked at him through slighted eyes before rolling them.

"Yes, and it seems that she only goes into labor at the most inconvenient times. Rose was born when I was fighting mountain trolls in the Alps four years ago; Hugo was born when I was dealing with an underwater attack by mer-people, that was annoying. Now my little Olive is going to pop out while I am walking in fucking Germany with you of all people. No offence." Ron smirked and Draco waved it off.

"We never got along…I suppose what I felt towards you was jealousy, but I can't be sure. I wanted Harry and you and Hermione had him." Draco paused and Ron took in the thoughtful look on his face. "Yes I believe it was jealousy." Ron shoved his hands into his pockets.

"So you can feel emotions right…you were just exaggerating those memories. The ones when you talked to Snape about things?" Draco licked his dry lips taking a deep breath.

"Unfortunately, no, I was not exaggerating. I feel the most primal of emotions, ones that are not created by love but by fear and pain. I can get angry because that is what I taught to do. There were these times in my life were I thought I could feel these little emotions, like a fire in my stomach they just sat their boiling my insides. I knew I should have been happy but I wasn't, I knew I should of smiled but I couldn't. It made me so angry that I became….like my father, I judged before being judged, I hit before being hit." Draco stood still "I almost through a killing curse at the man that I…the man I love because he saw a creak in the surface. I deserved to be locked away because the one time I let myself feel something…I almost killed Harry." Draco rubbed his face. "We should keep walking"

"Harry almost killed you that night too; he told Hermione and me everything. That whole night is a mistake on both your parts." Ron shrugged, Draco was clearly ignoring him "Hey listen to me for a moment." The other man turned and stared at the red head "For whatever reason Harry is madly in love with you, has been for a while actually. I suspect since just after fifth year to be honest. He fought so hard for you, bugged me and Hermione every day after the trail, the Minister of Magic too." Ron chuckled. "He has never acted this way, and if you hurt him-"Draco rolled his eyes and waved his hand at Ron.

"You'll kill me?" Draco gave him a look and Ron shook his head.

"No, he'll kill you." Ron laughed smiling brightly. The rest of their walk was in mostly silence, neither knowing what to say. Draco asked a few questions about quidditch and other things of that nature but they had already said enough for the day.

As they walked, the fall air was harsh against Draco's arms and his thin cloths were not helping him against the cold. They walked for two hours straight and finally made it to the town; they found the local grocery Ron said a bunch of weird shit that didn't make any sense to Draco. They were finally ushered into a back room were a young looking man was telling some sort of joke to a few annoyed looking Auror's.

"Minister?" Ron smiled as the entered the room, the young man turned and smiled as well.

"Well if it isn't my Head Auror Ronald Weasley, you are late! Also…your wife is in labor. Congratulations!" He smiled but his face looked like he felt guilty.

"Merlin! Bloody hell…I told you!" he glared at Draco, cursing under his breath.

"Sorry" Draco shrugged.

"Is this Draco, I'm Tom the Minister of Magic! I had been trying to get into Harry's pants for months…he really is a tough nut to creak though." Ron slapped him upside the head.

"Your dating my brother you dick." Ron glared and Tom rolled his eyes

"I said had been. Not anymore, George is more my type anyway, he so funny." He laughed

"I highly doubt that Harry will be…how did you say, hard to creak…for me." Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked, Tom in return went wide-eyed and chuckled.

"Well Mister jealous man, the whole time I had been trying, he kept bring you up, so no need to be defensive. Harry is a confusing man but so are you Draco" Tom smiled; the man seemed to have no anger or resentment inside of him. Like nothing in the world could faze him or hurt him, but Draco knew better. He could see the pain laying within the man's eyes, something had happen to him and the pain was so overwhelming he had no chance but to ignore it, to pretend it wasn't there. "I unfortunately do not have any cloths for you but your bank accounts have been re-opened and I'm sure Harry will take you shopping before your party tomorrow." Tom said as he started looking though paperwork on the table.

"What party?" Draco questioned, looking over the papers Tom was handing him, the Malfoy's bank accounts had not been touched, and he was still extremely rich.

"Harry and your Aunt are throwing you a surprise party or something. Thought you might not like a surprise, the day after your release…if you'd just sign here will be on our way to Harry's." Tom slipped a piece of paper across the table and a quill to go with it. Draco finished the y in his last name and suddenly dropped to his knees, a pull in his chest burned like it was on fire, and every inch of his body hurt as if he was being cursed.

"What's happening to him?" Ron asked, not hiding his concern.

"His magic is being unbound, usually they scream because it hurts worse the any curse on earth…he is tougher than I thought." Tom smirked and took the paper back folding it and placing it into his pockets. Draco stood up, leaning his hands against the table and took several deep before regaining his composer before glaring angrily at Tom "To Harry's we go!" Tom smiled stepping into the fireplace, waving Draco and Ron in. "We don't need you, stay here." Tom waved the other two Auror's off. "Residence of Potter" Tom laughed throwing the powered down into the fireplace.

~`~A/N~`~

Sorry this chapter took a while to put up, I had the first five chapters written but decided to add this one to get a better feel of Draco's waiting time. Next is Harry's POV of the wait after the trial.

Manda