Well Chapter one is here.

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Chapter 1

"God dammit, Mione! Wake up!" She groaned but opened her eyes to look at her fiancé.

"What is it Ronald?" She dreamed about him again. The scent of sawdust, soap, and spice still lingered in her nose and the feeling of the arms wrapped around her wouldn't go away. The velvet of his voice lingered in her ears.

"You are having that dream again! You always do! Always thrashing about! Always waking me up!" Hermione sighed, yawned and rubbed her eyes. It was 4:30 in the bloody morning and she had work today. She resisted the urge to smack Ron upside the head.

"Must be the fact that the fifth anniversary is coming up. I always have the same dream around this time. You should be used to it by now." He gave a humorless laugh.

"I'll never get used to it! God Mione! When are you going to quit that blasted job of yours? Its not good for you!" He sighed and gave her what looked to be a pleading look. "Being reminded of that time. We want to start a family, remember? Have little ones running around. You cooking and cleaning, and me playing with the babies." Hermione repressed the urge to roll her eyes. She tuned him out for a few minutes floating back to the remnants of her dream. But Ron roughly pulled her back to reality.

"Did you hear what I said Hermione?" Hermione glared at him.

"Its four in the bloody morning! I have work in three hours. I am tired! Sorry for not paying attention to you prattle on and on about children and me being a slave, chained to the stove!" She stood up. "I am sorry I woke you up!" Ron got up his ears turning red with anger, he clenched his fists, and Hermione instantly flinched.

"I'm sorry? That's all you have to say?" He took a step closer, and Hermione instantly took a step backwards. "God! Stop flinching! It was only once! You hexed me so bad I ended up in St. Mungo's. You think you would be over it by now."

"Twice, Ronald. You do it again, and I swear to god I will cut your balls off, the muggle way, and shove them down your throat." Her eyes flashed dangerously.

"Seriously, Mione-bologna." She shook her head.

"I've had enough. Go back to sleep. I'm going to my study I have work to do." Ron glared at her.

"About that. I want you to do one more case. Then you are quitting so you can plan this wedding and get ready to settle down." There were things you never do to Hermione Granger. One was hit her, and another was tell her what to do. She took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, Ronald. I don't want to fight. One more case, then I quit." She turned and left the bedroom slamming the door behind her. She walked quietly to her study and sank down in her chair. Head in her hands she sobbed. A flash of green and a blonde man stepped through. He was wearing a pair of black silk pajama pants, that was it. His platinum blonde hair was messed and he looked like he just got out of bed. He walked over and quickly pulled Hermione into his arms. He held her for a few seconds and then let her go.

"What did he do this time, Hermes?" She sighed and gave a small hiccup. "Did he hit you again? If he did I will go over there and hex him into oblivion." She gave a small smile.

"No, Draco. He told me I can have one more case then I have to quit. I agreed. I just can't do it any more!" She burst into sobs and Draco rubbed her back comfortingly. Another green flash of light and Pansy stepped through. She ran over.

"Oh Hermes!" She gave the other woman a hug. "Let's get you back to our place. I won't let you stay here with him any longer!" Draco looked fondly at his wife. Who was in the process of soothing Hermione.

"You guys didn't have to come." She said gently. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes.

"We warded your study to let us know when you are upset. It let us know that you needed comfort. We came because you are our friend, Hermes. You kept us both out of Azkaban." Hermione sniffed.

"I couldn't help your father, Draco. I lost that one." Draco sighed.

"You never 'lost' it. That prat of a boyfriend-"

"Fiancé." Hermione corrected. Pansy rolled her eyes and Draco frowned.

"Fine, that prat of a 'fiancé' prevented you from doing anything." Hermione had to give him that one.

Four and a half years ago

"Master Malfoy. You have been charged with the use of Dark Magic and to be a confirmed Death Eater. You have not claimed that you were Imperioed. How do you plead?" The head of the Malfoy household looked around with fathomless stormy grey eyes. Hermione watched him with interest. He seemed to be holding up quite well despite his present predicament.

"Guilty." His voice sounded rusty, as if he hadn't spoken that often. The Minister nodded then looked around.

"If there is anyone who would like to put a statement in on Master Malfoy's behalf, speak now." Hermione tried to raise her hand but Ron held it down. She gave him a puzzled glare.

"He deserves to rot in Azkaban for what he has done!" Hermione disagreed and tried to raise her hand again. Ron glared at her pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed her none to gently out of the courtroom. She was scared of Ron's reaction, his sudden anger.

"He deserves to be free! He helped in the last Battle!" Ron laughed at her.

"He helped alright! And he deserves to rot in Azkaban for it!" Hermione glared at him then turned to enter the court room.

"I'm helping him, Ronald. Whether you want me to or not!" She was surprised and slightly angry when Ron grabbed her arm and spun around. She opened her mouth to tell him off, when the back of his hand connected with her cheek. She fell, hard to the ground, her shoulder wretched and she could feel the wound twist and open once again. The pain was terrible. She touched her cheek and looked at Ron's face. He looked full of regret.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione! I don't know what came over me!" and she believed him.

She never told Draco what had happened when she left the court room that day. He drew his own conclusion. She sighed and looked at the fire.

"I have one case, Draco. I love my job. I don't want to be a brood mare that's afraid of her husband beating her if she does something wrong. I don't! I like helping people. I don't want to be with him any more. I want to have some one love me because I am me. Not because he believes the publicity would be great for his Quidditch career." Pansy gave her another hug.

"Come home with us. We will solve this problem some where safe. Some where he can't hurt you." Hermione gave a faint smile and let Pansy lead her to the fireplace. She took a small handful of Floo powder.

"Malfoy Manor." She said clearly and the green flames covered her.

Lucius Malfoy leaned against his wall. The feeling of the woman in his arms had woken him up. But of course she wasn't there. She never was. She was a dream, a figment of his imagination. He sighed and frowned, he only dreamed of her sweet face and soft skin when this time of year rolled around. He knew his parole hearing was coming up.

"The anniversary." He sighed. He gave a faint smirk and looked at the grate on his ceiling. He jumped up and grasped it and did a few chin ups. There was absolutely nothing else to keep him occupied. His physique had improved while in Azkaban. There was a hardness around him now. He was no longer the snobbish, prick of a man he was before. Not being used to hard physical labor and all soft. No, this was a whole new Lucius. He was all hard edges, muscles, and it added to his intimidation. He smirked at the fact people were still scared of him. He dropped down and walked over to his door.

"Hey, Severus?" It took a few seconds before the man responded.

"It's four in the bloody morning, Malfoy! Go back to sleep!" Was the snarky response. Lucius gave a hard laugh.

"Well, the bloody dream woke me up again. I want to talk about my parole hearing. Should I go ballistic and start knocking heads? Or seething and brooding, whispering death threats under my breath?" He could hear Severus sigh.

"Why are you so keen on staying in here?" Lucius shrugged even through his friend couldn't see him.

"I deserve to be here." He yawned and stretched, feeling his joints pop.

"People who were forced under the Imperius curse to do the Dark Lord's bidding, do not belong here, Malfoy." Lucius snorted.

"I still did all those things they accused me of. I'm still a monster." Severus was silent for a moment.

"What about Miss. Granger? Or is it Mrs. Weasley now?" Lucius growled dangerously.

"A mistake." Severus laughed .

"Really? Then why tell me did you go back, insult the youngest Weasley child because he was trying to wake her up by shaking her, despite her injured condition. Help heal some of her wounds then proceed to take her to St. Mungo's. You took your bloody sweet time getting there as well." Lucius glowered.

"That Weasley child is a complete moron! Trying to wake her up, when she was obviously hurt. Of course, he was digging into one of her wounds. Even unconscious she was groaning in pain! I had to take her to some one more competent that that stupid boy! He would have killed her with his rough poking and prodding." Lucius took a deep breath before continuing. "And to reason his shaking and what not his reason was, and I quote. 'Wake her up, so she can help with the rest of us.' What a blasted idiot!" Severus chuckled.

"I agree he is not the smartest person." Lucius fell into a brooding silence. After a few minutes he looked up.

"It didn't do any good. She is stuck with him and I am locked up in here."

"Getting protective are we?" Severus chuckled.

"You weren't in that court room, Severus. You didn't see what I did. The poor woman. I hope she left him."

Four and a half years ago

"Master Malfoy. You have been charged with the use of Dark Magic and to be a confirmed Death Eater. You have not claimed that you were Imperioed. How do you plead?" He had listened carefully, then looked around. Miss. Granger was there with that useless boyfriend of her's.

"Guilty." His voice was hoarse and uneven. It had been awhile since he had spoken aloud. The Minister nodded.

"If there is anyone who would like to put a statement in on Master Malfoy's behalf, speak now." He looked slowly around the court room. Miss. Granger seemed to be fighting with her boyfriend about something. To his horror, Ronald pulled her roughly to her feet and pushed her quite roughly out of the room. His eyes narrowed at the Weasley's back. How dare he treat a woman in such a manner! Lucius never laid his hands on a woman in a way that would not be welcomed. He had tortured, killed but he never raised a hand towards a woman. And the flash of anger he had made him want to strangle the Weasley boy and take, Miss. Granger to a place where the scum wouldn't be able to find her.

"Lucius you never answered my question?" Lucius groaned.

"What question?"

"About whether you like Miss. Granger or whatever her last name is now?" Lucius scoffed and laid down on his narrow cot.

"Be quiet, Severus and stop the pointless questions." He covered his eyes with his arm and thought about the coming day.

Draco bolted to his feet.

"I got it! Hermes! Its so perfect! You can have a case that will take along time to complete and you will get back at Weasel for being such a bloody wanker!" Hermione looked at him her eyes full of doubt.

"Really?" Her voice had a slight tremor of hope. Draco rushed over and kneeled at her feet. He took her hands gently.

"My father's first parole hearing is today. You can represent him!" Hermione looked at him carefully.

"Ronald would hate that." She suddenly smiled. "His case file!" She searched through the small stack of files on the coffee table.

"His case file landed on my desk yesterday. I don't know why I never thought of that." Draco smirked.

"That's because I am smarter than you are!" Pansy swatted the back of his head. Hermione just smiled and ruffled his hair. She pulled her legs underneath of her and looked through the file. After a few moments she looked up.

"Yes. I will do it. I will be Lucius Malfoy's lawyer, whether he wants to or not, because Ronald can't control which case I want!" Hermione looked at Draco and Pansy with a bright smile. The gave her small smile back. She looked down at her hand, then slowly and deliberately pulled off Ronald's engagement ring and set it down on the table.

Hahahaha Ron deserved that! Don't worry he won't get off that easy! Hope you liked it! Please review!