Title: Hush

Author: Bright Eyes (with capitals and 1 space in between)

Summary: The mind of Draco Malfoy is a complicated thing.

Disclaimer: It all belongs to JK Rowling. If it were mine it wouldn't have found its way out from under my bed and nobody would know its fantabulous tale!

Rating: PG (may go up or down depending on where it goes)

A/N this chapter is kind of reflecting Lucius' POV on the situation (like how HP reflects Harry's POV)

Also note that this story is about Draco…but to tell the story I have to start this chapter with Lucius.

AND The last chapter was meant to be a sort of Prologue…everything from now on PROBABLY won't be written in journal form anymore…though the journal my pop up again.

Chapter 2: Veritaserum Nightmares

The guard pushed Lucius into a metal chair, immediately chains coiled themselves around his arms and legs, incapacitating him.

The guard cared nothing for the Lord of the House of Malfoy.

Who would?

Who had sympathy for someone accused of Death Eater crimes?

"Are you Lucius Jareth Draconis Malfoy of the Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire?" Rang out the clear voice of Albus Dumbledore. His usually cheerful demeanour was now cold and unfeeling for the man sitting in the chained chair before him.

"Yes," replied Lucius, staring directly at the Cornelius Fudge. In a matter of days a new minister would be elected, such a shame… he'd miss out on rigging yet another election. Maybe Draco might take it into his own hands…how would all of his friends feel if they knew his son had rigged an election?

"How do you plea to the crimes against you, Mr Malfoy?" called Alastor Moody from the front of the Wizengamot. He could hear the joy in the ex-Auror's voice. He had sounded so joyous reading out the eight foot parchment they held Lucius' crimes. Not only were they Death Eater crimes but there was also corruption of the ministry and violation of the use of spells…the ministry didn't realize that there was much worse out there than Unforgivables.

Albus Dumbledore had called in Moody for the trials of the Death Eater's. 'Moody has 'experience in these sort of things',' said Auror who had dragged him to the courtroom had said. Lucius seethed with anger. Alastor Moody hated Death Eater's more than the average wizard. Why? If anything they'd done him a favour by him having to get a magical eye.

No hard feelings? Think again.

"How do you plea, Malfoy?" repeated Moody, his voice filling with the hatred he had previously tried to cover up with professionalism.

No such luck.

"Not guilty," drawled Lucius, shifting slightly in the chained chair. A dull mutter went through the Wizengamot.

Lucius' wintry gaze remained on Fudge, who was realising just what he'd dug himself into by fraternizing with the infamous Lucius Malfoy. Just when he'd begun to get everyone to believe Lucius wasn't like the rest of the Malfoy family.

Shame.

"Draconis Regulus Orion Malfoy, enter and stand before the Wizengamot for questioning," called Dumbledore, raising his hands towards the heavy wooden doors.

Lucius gave Fudge a last cold glare and turned as best he could towards his heir.

Trust Dumbledore to bring a sixteen-year-old into a court case.

Moody rose from his seat again and faced Draco, who was now standing to the right of the chained chair.

"Are you Draconis Regulus Orion Malfoy of the Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire?" he asked coldly. He had apparently managed to regain his calm composure.

Lucius felt slight relief that the real Alastor Moody had never actually met his son.

"Yes," replied Draco, his voice void of emotion. "I am."

Lucius eyed his heir critically. He hadn't been expecting for Draco to be involved with the case. What if he said something that would jeopardize not only Lucius but also himself and future generations.

So far Draco appeared fairly calm. His fair skin may have been a little paler than usual and his eyes slightly colder than usual but other than that –

Lucius looked over his son again. He was wearing blue. Dark blue but never the less it was blue.

Draco, like his father, had always been quite attached to black. It contrasted well with pale skin and silver hair and it didn't stand out in a crowd. Draco's hair was another difference. It hung loosely over his eyes instead of being slicked back of his face. The boy looked somewhat…angelic…

What a good public image! Narcissa must have had such fun dressing her son in something other than black.

Poor boy.

"Are you aware whether or not your father, Lucius Malfoy, is involved with Death Eater's?" questioned Albus Dumbledore with a slight sigh.

Why in the name of Merlin, would the boy answer a question like that? This was his father! As if he'd jeopardize his father in such a way!

Draco looked curiously around the dungeon a smile irking the corner of his mouth. "I don't know my father's friends or acquaintances very well. I've met them from time to time at dinner parties and such but I i never /i can put a name to a face really." Draco looked wistful for a moment. "Really a shame that."

"Master Malfoy you didn't answer my question," said Dumbledore, peering over his gold-framed spectacles. "Does you father ever spend time with any Death Eater's?"

Draco began to pace before the large crowd of witches and wizards. "If you gave me a list of every convicted Death Eater in Europe I could probably answer that question," he replied, a brittle smile gracing his aristocratic features. "That is…if I could put a name to a face."

Dumbledore stared at the boy before him. He knew why he didn't get along with the Malfoys. Not just because they were a family of Dark Wizards but there had always been this logic that the Malfoys used that sent you in circles. Just when you thought they'd dug themselves into an impossibly deep hole, somebody threw them a silver ladder and a thousand galleons.

Malfoys.

Merlin, they were best left to their own devices.

"Master Malfoy," said Dumbledore wearily. "We do not have time for your childish games. If you do not answer questions properly we will have to give you Veritaserum. I'm sure you wouldn't like that, now would we?"

Draco blinked. "No, I believe we wouldn't," he drawled. "Legally you can't actually make myself, a minor, take such a potion."

Dumbledore looked over the boy. "How old are you, Master Malfoy?"

Draco eyed the older man carefully. "Seventeen in January," he replied coldly.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled slightly, as they usually did when they had a plan. "You shall return on your birthday and questioning shall commence then."

Draco was beginning to shake slightly, his vision blurring at the edges.

"Until then Master Malfoy," Alastor Moody said with a smirk.

A/N: as they can legally do magic at 16 and finish school at 17/18 I decided that Veritaserum given by a court could be legal at 17…any suggestions? Reviews?

Love you all

0o Bright Eyes