Chapter 2

The Mystery Attorney

            A cop pushed Draco harshly into a cell. He banged the rusty doors shut, and walked away without saying a word.

            "I have a right to a phone call!" yelled Draco after him, as soon as he detached himself from the cold, stone wall. The guard ignored him, and locked the door, leaving him all alone in his cell. "Damn!" he yelled, kicking the wall in rage.

            That caused some of the prisoners in the surrounding cells to wake up. Draco took a look around. He was in a filthy cage. The walls and the rusty metal bars that separated him from freedom were the color of…"shit!" he muttered in disgust, not realizing that he had said that out loud. There was a small bed, which basically a 50 year old mattress on top of the floor. With brown, crusted blankets, it wouldn't have surprised him if prisoners had peed, vomited, and done other disgusting unthinkable things on. No way I'm sitting there!

            "What are you in for? Sucking money out of people til they drop dead?" a voice to Draco's right questioned.

            When he turned his head to look at the person that had addressed him, all he saw was a piece of scum, a low life, someone that everyone despised. He was thin, with sagging skin, an unshaved face, and long, greasy hair. He was sizing Draco up, and it didn't look as if he was very fond of his expensive suit.

            "No, unlike you, I am here for a crime I did not commit, and plan on getting out as soon as I get my lawyer!" answered Draco, his voice gradually rising until he finished yelling "my lawyer".

            "Oh, yes, the innocent, rich, white man. Where have I heard that before?" His voice was hoarse and throaty. It made his skin break out in goose bumps, and his chest shiver.

            Draco rolled his eyes. "At least I have money to buy myself out of prison, even if I did kill…my fiancé…" Draco's voice trailed off. Malfoy suddenly realizes what he was here for. He became weak in the knees and not able to hold himself up, dropped down to the repulsive bed. Falling on his butt, he stood there with his legs open, and his head in his hands.

             No longer did he care that he had caught her in bed with someone else. All he wanted, was to have her back in his arms. He would forgive her for anything and everything. How can I feel so much pain? Why is this happening to me? I did not kill her! But if I didn't, then…who did? Deciding not to contemplate about that, he went back to feeling sorry for himself.

            Draco's chest was overcome with emotion, thinking that if anything else went wrong, it would explode. His breathing was shallow and he was all of the sudden very alert of his surroundings. Tears started streaming down his eyes. They stung and prickled as they came down his cheeks, to his chin and dripped off onto the floor. They tasted salty. Why should he live any longer? There was absolutely no point to life without Hermione. They made a whole, a team, they had been together for 5 years. She had this…aura about her. It was so lively, energetic, spirited. Hermione always knew how to make him laugh.

Before he met her, Draco wasn't emotional in public. He wouldn't laugh or show affection. She showed him that it was a part of everyone and didn't make you weak. Everybody needed those moments. As a matter of fact, the only person he wasn't afraid to be himself around, was her. To everyone else, Draco Malfoy was this arrogant, rich bastard that screwed around with people's feelings for fun.

            At that moment, Draco heard a loud, creaking noise which sounded like a door opening. He just stayed still on the bed, not being able to move. His legs wouldn't cooperate with him, he was weak. The idiot guard that had so politely thrown him into this cage, came into view and opened the door. "You have one phone call, Mr. Malfoy."

            Since Draco didn't move from the bed, he didn't think he'd have the power to, the guard came and picked him up by the sides of his chest. Putting him on his feet, the sullen man dragged his feet upon to ground as he followed the guard.

            Finally, they arrived in an alabaster room. There was a one way mirror on the side of the room. Draco didn't even need to guess what was on the other side. A big, timber table occupied the center of the room with four, uncomfortable-looking chairs around it. Draco dropped down onto one of them as the man exited the room to give his some privacy.

            He picked his hand off his lap and brought it on top of the table. It took a great amount of strength to dial his father's number. He put the phone by his ear, and listened to the slow, rhythmic ring on the other side. Finally a voice answered:

            "Hello?" it was the voice of a tired man, unmistakably, his father.

            "Hello, father?"

            "Draco? Do you have any idea what time it is?" Lucius' voice became irritated.

            He looked towards his Rolex and noted that it was about 4 in the morning. "I am really sorry, but I need your help," he spoke powerlessly, his voice cracking.

            "What's wrong, son? You know better than to act like this. I taught you to be strong!"

            "Father, I am in jail. They think I murdered Hermione and…and this other man." Draco had almost said "her lover". His father would just be so excited if he had heard that, he didn't want to give him such pleasure.

            "What? Are you kidding me?" Lucius was now shouting into the phone with skepticism in his voice.

            "No, father, I would never do that."

            "Don't worry, I will find you the best attorney, son. I can pull some strings, call me back in five minutes."

            "Alright, father, Thank you!"

            Lucius hung up the phone on the other side. Draco could trust his dad to get him a good attorney. He did have connections in all the right places. He would be out of here in no time.

            Draco just stayed there, staring at the phone. He didn't think that he could cry anymore, his eyes were dried out. His knees were knocking together, he was shaky. Draco had never been this scared before. Even when the death eaters were over at his house, bringing innocent people and killing them.

            It's probably time to call him now…

            He quickly dialed the number, and his father almost instantly picked it up. "Draco, son, I have found you the best attorney in Lyle Inc." he said proudly, "She is smart, finished at the top of her class, attended Hogwarts, but was a year younger. She is the one to win this case for you. I have no doubt in her, after I talked to Mr. Lyle about it." Why is he trying to talk her up to me? Is there anything wrong with her? Who is she?

            "Who is she, father?" Draco asked slowly.

            "Virginia Weasley."

            Draco's jaw fell open. His hand let go off the phone and it dropped to the floor with a sickening thud.

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. For those of you who have not read my other story, The Seduction Goddess, it's awesome. Go read it. Please review!

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