The idea for the story came to me while I was watching the movie Presumed Innocent. It won't be based off that movie, but that is where I started to develop the idea. For the readers of my other story -I have my next two chapters written but I am not happy with them yet. As soon as I rework the chapters I  will post them.

Thanks.     

Draco yawned, stretching his aching muscles as morning light entered the room. Incessant pounding in his head made him think that perhaps he had spent the night drinking. Funny thing was Draco couldn't recall last night at all.  Sunlight blinded him, Draco squinted turning over and caught the faint scent of perfume. The perfume triggered a picture in his mind, of a man kissing a woman hungrily, tasting the delicious flavor of her.   

Someone had been with him last night.. Her impression still fresh on the bed. A faint memory flitted through his head of heated kisses, the feel of the delicate skin of her thighs as he pulled her hips to him. The one thing he couldn't do was picture her. Something about her made him wild as he pressed her back against the wall while entering her. "I don't care if this is wrong, I want you." he could hear himself telling the mystery woman.   

Red hair?

A strand of long red hair lay on the pillow. Draco studied it thinking who the owner might be, whose face he couldn't see. Deep in his subconscious he knew she was beautiful. He had made love to her here in this bed, on the floor, in the kitchen, in his study.   

A rumpled dress lay in the corner of the room. Another image of him tearing off her dress because he desired her so. Did he drink so much that he had brought some random woman home? But she wasn't just any woman. Draco could feel it. Where was she? Why had she left?  Something wasn't right. Draco stared at the ripped dress on the floor. She couldn't have gone too far. Perhaps she was in another room, maybe she was making breakfast. But there was no sound except for his breathing and the sounds of birds as they sounded their morning call oblivious to the horror to come.

Trying to rub the pain away, Draco brought his hand to his forehead. That's when he saw the blood on his palms. Draco shoved the blankets to the floor. Blood everywhere. On his sheets , on his mattress,  on his carpet.

Draco ran to the bathroom. He was covered with blood. Frantically he searched for signs of injury. There were none. Not even a scratch, save for a  bruise on his hand. Draco searched for his underwear and nervously put on a shirt. He should call someone. But who?

A shaking Draco slid to the floor trying to piece together the events of last night. A sharp burning sensation attacked his senses and Draco cried out. Grasping his arm, Draco's mind flooded with memories .

Last night had been initiation. Clearly he now saw the vision of the snake-like  creature branding his skin. "Welcome my loyal and faithful servant," Voldemort had said.

Draco pressed his mind to remember further. Nothing. 

Was this part of the initiation to scare the living shit out of him? Draco slowly walked out of the bathroom. Reddish stains covered the hardwood floor of his hallway. Dizziness overcame Draco. "No!" she had screamed as a knife plunged into her chest. He tripped falling to the floor quivering, hoping that it had only been a nightmare. Turning the corner to his study he saw her next to the fireplace, a broken bottle of floo powder scattered across the floor.  An unrecognizable bruised and swollen face stared back at him. Blood matted her hair, numerous and  still  bleeding wounds  covered her  body.

"I didn't do this. I didn't do this!" But he had been with her, had this been part of the initiation? Had he done such a horrible thing to her?  No, he told himself.. He was capable of many things, but this? Never would he hurt a woman, never.

As he looked at his own bruised knuckles and the bloody skin under his fingernails that was not his own, doubts flooded his soul. Her naked body lay there, unmoving.

Regaining some type of composure he silently went to his room and brought back  the only clean blanket left. Draco bent over the woman placing the blanket over her. Then he held her, and from somewhere deep in his soul he cried. Rocking back and forth with the lifeless body he felt his heart tearing from his chest. "I'm sorry." He said as burning tears ran down his face.

A voice within him broke free and he did not know or understand at the time why he said it, "I love you."

Pops surrounded him and he felt a sharp pain in the face. "MURDEROUS BASTARD!"

"Someone hold Ron!"

"Get Potter out of here!"

"Call for the Healer."

"It's too late… she's……"

"Goddamn you Finnigan! Call for the Healer!"

Draco rubbed his face opening a now bruised eye to face numerous wands as another pounding fist met his face.

"YOU FUCKING MURDEROUS BASTARD!" Ron Weasley screamed , being held not so tightly, by who he recognized as Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas.

Another kick landed in his stomach and his groin area, "You are going to wish for the dementors after I am done with you!"  Harry Potter was fighting the magical bonds that held his arms in place. The other Aurors did nothing to prevent his kicks. "FREE ME NOW OR MAY THE GODS DAMN YOU!" Harry yelled at Neville and Dean.

"He has rights." Neville said looking directly at the covered body of Ginny Weasley. "No matter what he has done, we must follow the law."   

Ron broke free, charging after Draco. Draco could only stumble back as Ron poked his wand hard into Draco's ribs, "You are going to beg me to do the Avada Kedavra Curse Malfoy!"

Tension filled the room as the Aurors watched the confrontation. Neville crept towards Ron. "Don't make a mistake that you'll regret Ron."

Ron whispered"The fucking ferret has been crying. Sad that he's been caught." His voice rose to a yell, " NOT THE LEAST BIT UPSET, ARE YOU, THAT YOU TORTURED HER THE WHOLE GODDAMN NIGHT!"  

"Think of Hermione, Ron. You don't want to spend it away in Azkaban with the likes of a Malfoy. Think of the baby." Neville's calm voice reached Ron's ear.

Ron stepped back, dropping to his knees beside the battered woman. "Where's the Healer! "

"Hermione is on her way. She'll be here soon."  Said Finnigan as he exchanged saddened glances with the others.

"NOW, SHE NEEDS HELP NOW!" Harry placed another kick, firmly on Draco's chest.  

"Crack."

Draco doubled over in pain, every breath painful. Harry's eyes lit up with fury pleased to be the cause of Draco's suffering. Not yet satisfied, Harry kicked him again.  

Neville chanted a quick spell which made Harry's legs immobile. He motioned for Dean Thomas to restrain Ron  as he uncovered the body, inspecting what used to be his best friend. Tears welled in Neville's eyes as he binded a sobbing Draco Malfoy.

Before it all went black, the last words Draco heard were from Neville.

"Draco Malfoy, I place you under arrest for the rape and murder of Virginia Weasley."  

To be continued if there is enough interest!