Sorry for the delay. More writers block + loads of work + being lazy not writing a thing. I finally thought up the next few chapters so expect them this week.

Also, I would love to note that I live in Miami, Fl and as some might know we may be hit by a Cat. 3 or 4 Hurricane named Ike that's sitting close by to us. If this happens, I will not be able to post up a story for about a week depending on how long my electricity is out. Bummer. I'll be writing by hand most likely all of my stories so hey, this might give me a chance to plan out.

Thanks to lita rocks LbC, videl002, and Super Saiyan Juuhachi (hmm, you lost me with that. The whole story is about Hermione being either a lesbian or bisexual. I'm leaning towards her and Ginny both being bisexual with Ginny leaning more towards women. It is a femmeslash story with one of the golden trio being a sexual deviant) for your reviews.

Chapter 4 - Our Story

Hermione sat in her chair and listened carefully to Kingsley who was stating the reason for the case. She noticed Malfoy looking at her with a snarl. It made her skin crawl and it made her angry that his son and wife were forgiven. However, she had to hand it to Narcissa. Without her, she wasn't sure if Harry would have lived.

"Lucius Malfoy," Kingsley boomed. "Do you understand the charges against you?"

Malfoy's eyes moved from Hermione to Kingsley. He tried to control his snarl but ended up speaking through gritted teeth, "Yes sir."

"Good, continue," Kingsley pointed at someone in the stands. Hermione sighed heavily and kept her head down. "Will the defendant please state his case," a woman with a heavy set jaw said.

"Sir, if I may start out by saying that Lucius Malfoy is innocent," Malfoy's lawyer began slowly. She took in a deep breath and then continued, "I know that his crimes in the past led to a war but was Lucius really apart of them? All he really cared about was his son and the safety of his family."

"Bollocks," Ron whispered under his breath. Draco's sharp eyes caught Ron but he did nothing but snarl much like his father.

"Thank you," the woman said with a nod. "Prosecution is next please."

"Thank you," a man from the ministry said with a smug look on his face. Hermione frowned. "Lucius Malfoy is not the innocent man he claims to be. He sat idly by while one Hermione Granger was tortured almost into insanity by one Bellatrix Lestrange. He also put his own family into danger with his own radical pure blood views and his loyalty to the Death Eaters and Lord Voldermort.

"I do hope this court sees that the only reason Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa left the Death Eaters was to help out their poor mislead son and not for the sake of one Mister Harry Potter."

"Thank you," the same woman said. "I will now ask that the prosecution calls its first witness."

"Of course, I call to the stand, Ronald Weasley," the man said with a grin. Ron's face twisted in uncertainty. He looked to the floor but picked himself out of his chair and walked past Hermione who smiled at him for encouragement.

Nervously, Ron sat in a seat in the middle of the court room and gulped loudly. "Mister Weasley," the man circled him, "you were there, locked up, at the Malfoy Manor when Miss. Granger was tortured, were you not?"

"Y-Yes sir," Ron replied.

"Were you able to see or hear this?"

"Yes, I was able to hear it, clearly and painfully," Ron replied once again. His face turned grim as he looked to Kingsley for some kind of support. The lawyer nodded his head and then lowered it to Ron's face.

"Mister Weasley, can you please tell us who was the one behind the cruel act and the use of the unforgivable curse?"

"B-Bellatrix Lestrange sir," Ron nodded slowly.

"But she did not act alone, did she?" the man pressed.

Ron began to sweat and he wasn't sure why. "Y-yes. M-Malfoy was there and his wife," Ron said. He looked around for a moment and then said, "Draco too. Greyback and some others that I think might have died."

"Yes, that's right but the Malfoys are here and in good health," the man looked at them and then back to Ron. "Do you recall hearing their voices?"

"Yes, Draco even came into our cell, but he spared us," Ron said. "He was afraid to kill I think. I saw it the night Dumbledore died too."

Hermione felt Harry tense next to her. She looked over to him and saw him clutching his fists while Luna's frail hand covered it softly. She tore her eyes away to look back at Ron who seemed to be shaking in his seat.

"Do you think Draco could have helped you escape and perhaps save Miss. Granger before she was thrown into insanity?"

"Objection!" the defense yelled out. "Miss. Granger is certainly not insane!"

The court erupted in murmurs and shouts. "Order!" Kingsley called out. "She did not, that is true but she could have if her soul wasn't as strong as it is and even the strong break. Need I remind you of the Longbottoms? Overruled."

"Thank you your honor," the wizard nodded his head and turned to Ron. "Well, is that true or not?"

"Yes," Ron nodded again.

"Then they are not the saints the defense is making them out to be, correct?"

"I believe so, sir." Ron looked to the floor again.

"No further questions," the wizard stepped down and took his seat near Hermione and the others.

The witch defense lawyer circled around Ron's chair and he was now visibly shaking. "Ronald Weasley," the woman began with a smirk, "You said earlier that Draco Malfoy spared you that night, correct?"

"Yes."

"And you do know that Lucius Malfoy had nothing to do with Bellatrix's action, correct?"

"Well, yeah, but at the same time—"

"And you also did not see the events that took place, correct?"

"Well, I didn't but—"

"You only heard the accounts."

"Yeah, but it was enough for me to know that someone could have done something!" Ron shouted out. He nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Mister Weasley you do know that if Malfoy tried that he would have died correct?"

"Of course he would have but at least he would have done something brave for once in his life," Ron shot.

"But he is a Slytherin and they only care for themselves," The woman countered.

"Don't give me that rubbish," Ron spat. "I know two good Slytherins who fought in the war and not because they were looking out for themselves but because they knew they had everything to save in doing so. They aren't the monsters that the Malfoys and others seem to peg them to be!"

"No further questions," the woman walked away from Ron with a smile.

"Thank you Mister Weasley," the heavy jawed witch stated. "Please, next witness."

Ron stepped from the chair with a snarl of his own on his red face. He cupped his hands in his pockets and rushed to his chair next to Luna. She looked to him with a nod but he didn't smile. Hermione could tell he was far too upset about the sets of accusations the lawyer presented to him and this only made Hermione worry for her turn.

"The defense would like to call Draco Malfoy to the stand," the witch called out and Draco, unwillingly, rose to his feet and took the chair.

"Mister Draco Malfoy," the witch's face inches from his, "can you recount the events of the night in question please?"

"I don't remember much of it," Draco said. "Bellatrix was bloody mad with power over the mudblood."

"Objection, please do not allow him to use such vulgar terms in this court!" the prosecution shouted.

"Agreed, please stick to Muggle Born," Kingsley ruled.

"Fine," Draco spat. "She was controlling over the mud—Muggle born because she knew where a certain sword was."

"And was the sword important?"

"To Lord Voldermort it was and it seemed like Granger didn't care if she died for it," Draco said. "My father couldn't do a thing because then Voldermort would have killed him and I don't care about this bravery rubbish. Most people would not do it because they value their lives!"

"So you do not think your father has a right to be tried?"

"No," Draco shook his head. "No right at all!"

"No further questions."

The wizard now circled around Draco tightly. He had wand in his hand and he flicked it to show an illusion of the Gryffindor sword. "Was this the object Bellatrix was looking for?"

"Yes," Draco nodded. "They bloody stole it from her vault."

"Now why would they do that?"

"I don't know, but its theft!"

"It is, but it was for a good cause," he said with a nod. "The Goblins have received what is rightfully theirs and so did the school of Hogwarts. The Lestrange vault was no place for that sword if it was not theirs to begin with."

"But—"

"Did your father have a chance to release the others from their cell or to release Miss Granger?"

Draco hesitated. He bit his lip but slowly nodded.

"Ah, and tell me, wasn't it you that let the death eaters into Hogwarts to being with?"

Again, Draco painfully nodded. "And isn't it true that your mother, Narcissa, was the only one to truly go behind Voldermort's back?"

"Yes."

"No further questions your honor," the wizard walked away from Malfoy and he got up off his seat. He stalked off near his father. His face red and sweat building on his brow.

"The prosecution would like to call Ginerva Weasley to the stand," the wizard called.

Ginny bit her lower lip and let go of Hermione's hand. A wash of loneliness came over her body and she felt it. They exchanged forced smiles as Ginny walked past the Malfoys to her seat.

"Ginerva is it true that you were imprisoned along with the others in this court room?"

"Yes."

"For what?"

"For being a blood traitor."

"Your brother, Ronald, was there as well, was he not?"

"Yes sir," Ginny gulped.

"Can you tell us what you felt when Hermione was being tortured?"

Ginny looked down to the floor and she felt herself spin out of control. That wasn't the question she was expecting but she knew why he asked it. He wanted them to see what it had done to her, her friends and to her lover.

"I felt like a part of me was being tortured along with her," she replied. "I felt like I was loosing my mind and like a caged animal fighting for freedom. I would have given anything to be there in her place."

"Did Draco not hurt you that night?"

"He did not but he could have helped us escape," Ginny said with a hint of malice in her voice. "If he would have given us at least one wand, I know that Hermione would have not been tortured to the extent she was."

"But he didn't and you had to fight your own way out, correct?"

"Yes, that's true."

"No further questions."

Ginny bit her lower lip so hard she began to bleed. The witch came nearer to her and then inches from her face asked, "Isn't it true that you and Miss Granger had a romantic relationship during the accounts?"

"Yes but I don't—"

"Yes or no only Miss. Weasley," the witch snarled. "Wouldn't this romantic relation give you more grief? I don't think Mister Potter was so inclined to care that much about his friend or Mister Weasley."

"Objection! How can she know what was going through their minds?"

"Overruled. I see nothing wrong with her line of questioning. Continue Miss. Smith," Kingsley said.

"Thank you," Smith stated. She turned around now to face the ministry. "Can you tell this court how Mister Potter was reacting?"

"He was nervous," Ginny said. "He cares about her just as much as we do. He wanted to escape to save her just like all of us did. Even Luna wanted—"

"No further questions."

"Mister Hodge," Kingsley said, "Can you please call your next witness."

The wizard lawyer known as Hodge stood up. "I call to the stand Hermione Granger."

Ginny got up slowly and walked to her seat with her head hung low. She mouthed to her, 'good luck.' And Hermione, with a gulp, got up. 'Thanks'. She slowly, with her head held high, walked to the chair where Hodge was waiting for her. This was her moment to tell her side of the story.