-Cell Mates- By Jaye
Disclaimer- just doing what all disclaimers do. Let the readers know that the writer doesn't own any of the characters, and doesn't want to be sued.
Authors Note: I want to thank all my reviewers!!! ^_^ I luv yaz. I will try and do reviewer thank yous at the bottom, and if I feel the need add chapter teasers. At first I wasn't so fond of the chapter, as I was writing it in my notebook but I think it got better during my math class. LoL. Now here it is, all typed up nicely for ya.
FLASHBACK --- Just so u remember where you left off last chapter.
"I'm so scared" she muttered under her breath. Serpent looked at her, and she that he looked scared too, but Hermione knew better now that he'd never admit to it. Without knowing it, she grabbed on to his hand tightly as the dementor got nearer and nearer. The world got colder as she could feel the dementor's icy breath on her skin. . .
~*~Chapter 3 ~*~ Habeas Corpus~*~
As the dementor finally closed in on them, Hermione let out a loud shriek. Serpent put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Hermione was sure the dementor was going to give them "The dementor's kiss", whatever that was. She didn't know what it was, but had a strong feeling that she didn't want to.
But within the span of 5 to 10 seconds, the dementor transformed herself into a laughing pink haired woman. She found the situation positively hilarious, and was attempting to talk to them in-between laughter. "You should have seen your faces!"
Hermione remained terror-stricken, she looked over at Serpent who was busy trying to pry her hand that was tightly grasped to his, away. "Who in the bloody hell are you?" Serpent eyed her suspiciously.
The woman snapped out of her prolonged laughter enough to introduce herself. "My Bad. I'm Tonks." She smiled and offered to shake the boy's hand. (Author's note: I am sorry if Tonks is out of character, or ever gets to be out of character, I always just pictured her as a fun joker kinda gal.)
Hermione stuttered, "You. You. were just one of those dementors! How?"
Tonks cheerfully answered her question, "I can change my appearance. Observe." She quickly transformed herself into a blonde cheerleader-ish girl in a short skirt, and put on a valley girl accent "OH MY GAWD! No way! Like Totally!" She changed back into the pink haired girl from before.
The two prisoners stared at her blankly, until they had to stifle a laugh when she tripped over one of the mismatched chairs. But when Tonks started laughing the others weren't afraid to join in. "I'm afraid I can be a bit clumsy at times. None the less, I am here to get you out of this place."
They still stared at the girl like she was from a different galaxy. Although that might be easy to believe, considering her unnatural hair color. "The Order learned of your arrests and had asked me to come get you out of Azkaban. They said you both deserved a fair trial. . . You know. . . Habeas Corpus?"
"Who is **That**?" Serpent replied arrogantly.
Hermione replied in a matter of factly tone. "Habeas Corpus, the right to have a fair trial, in front of a judge." Tonks beamed, but Serpent snarled to himself. There was something about the way she said that, which made his insides curl. Hermione looked at Tonks again, "What is, The Order?"
Tonks sighed. "Oh yes, the memory thing. They are no matter to you right now. I don't think you'll meet them soon. They're on our side, good guys." Seeing that they were still confused, she added "Follow me" They watched in awe as she some how transformed herself back into a dementor and 'escorted them outside, as request by the ministry of magic'.
They walked several yards until they had hid safely behind a large rock. Two bird/horse like creatures were waiting behind them. Tonks had called them Hippogriffs. The two hopped on their own hippogriff. Realizing that Tonks needed one herself to direct the way, she told them to get off, and try a different arrangement.
She hopped on the one Hermione was on, and told her to get on the back of hers, trusting that the blonde guy would do just fine. He looked strong enough. However it proved that Tonk's backpack took up too much space for Hermione to fit on the back.
"Share my Hippogriff." Serpent said, bluntly.
Hermione blushed, but was in no mood to spend her time arguing then getting caught. She hopped on the back of the Hippogriff, arms hanging loosely at her side. "Well, what are you bloody waiting for? Grab onto my waist for you'll fall to the depths of the ground, breaking every bone in your body, and meeting your gruesome demise in a pool of your own blood." He smirked as she made a disgusted face.
"Sadistic git." She muttered, and Serpent almost smiled when he heard that. . . almost. But the truth be told, Hermione rather liked the feel of wrapping her arms around him. It felt comforting. She had never before flown on a hippogriff, or had she? Concluding that it was Déjà vu, she held on tighter listening to the wind howl and the owls hoot.
Tonks looked over at the two, and smiled under the dementor's cloak. Or at least tried to, when a dementor you didn't exactly smile too well. [puppy love] she thought, chuckling to herself. After another hour aback the hippogriffs, they came to a large white stone building with elegant golden statues and beautiful flowers landscaping the place.
Here and there, were various carriages trudging along the cobblestone paths, carrying wizards and witches of all sorts, meandering through the many acres the Manor had. Hermione gawked. "THIS IS COURT?"
Tonks laughed at the awestruck people next to her "No. This is the Ministry of Magic's secret headquarters. Sometimes cases are done here, but only when Dearest minister is too lazy to get out of his house. Fudge. . .that selfish power hungry bastard."
Serpent tried not to laugh at her anger, but he did have to admit, it sounded funny. Maybe he just had a weird sense of humor. Realizing he was far behind, he ran after the brown haired girl and Tonks who were already several feet ahead, and into the building.
The halls were lined with cold and there were specks of the same gold scattered about the tan tiled floors. After a couple turns down the exquisite hallways, they came to big wooden doors, their handles framed in the infamous gold. Tonks opened the door to find Cornelius Fudge sitting pompously at a large desk. "Who's the jolly fat guy?" Serpent whispered.
"Minister of Magic" Hermione said back. He nodded at her, but still seemed to be in a state of bewilderment.
Fudge's eyes narrowed when he saw Tonks turn into her regular form. "YOU" He seethed out angrily.
Tonks ignored his tone and harsh greeting, and replied cheerfully, "Hello Fudge-Sickle!" she smiled widely, knowing it was bugging him. Hermione stared at Tonks like she had no sanity left.
"Those two are supposed to be in PRISON!" he raised his voice, almost to a shout, and his face increasingly reddened. Hermione was appalled by the man's behavior. Then again she never really liked him, he was just a little off his rocker.
Tonks however, still showed no reaction to anything he had just said. "Lighten up, Little Dude! It's orders from Dumbledore." She handed him a slip of paper and his eyes narrowed even more that he now looked like a lizard of some sort.
Moments later a tall bearded man in long blue robes entered graciously. "Cornelius". The minister replied rather resentfully. "Hello Albus."
Ablus turned to Tonks. "Thank you for your help. That'll be all." Tonks turned to leave the room, and winked at the two former prisoners and quickly ushered a 'good luck'. Hermione was however, not aware of this, she was absentmindedly staring at the silvery haired guy in front of her, fixated.
The one they called Albus spoke up. "Cornelius," he said, wisely "I am afraid they need to have a trial. It's only fair. Plus who knows what else could come of it? Maybe clues to this war. . ." He narrowed his eyes at the young gray-eyed man, still a little ticked off about the office-break-in incident. Slightly smiling, Albus watched as his cheeks flushed under his gaze. Albus, of course, knew who they both were, and found it ironically amusing that they did not.
Cornelius promptly stood up and said "Trail. 30 Minutes" He picked up his forest green robes (hemmed with gold stitching) and carried himself out the doors. Albus turned to the dumbfounded ex-students of his. "Well. . . I shall see you soon in the courtroom. Goodbye Hermione. Goodbye Draco." He briskly walked out the doors, following the minister of magic.
She returned her big brown eyes to face the young man next to her, and smiled. "Hello Hermione"
Giving her a strange look he said "I think **you** would be Hermione." He gave it brief thought "Yes, and I would most likely be Draco."
"Oh Right. I knew that" she's said slightly embarrassed.
~*~ 30 Minutes Later ~*~
The two were seated on black cushioned chairs, rimmed with gold. She was beginning to think that this Fudge guy had a strange fetish for all things gold. There was a large congregation of witches and wizards sitting on long benches in rows all around the circular room. The minister was positioned in the center of the court, looking flustered. "ORDER IN THE COURT" he bellowed.
Slowly the chatter died down, and The Minister spoke again. "We are called here today to discuss the cases of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. I may remind you that Ms.Granger is charged for murder **AND** attempted murder, while Mr.Malfoy for breaking and entering."
One of the elder men stood up. "May I ask who was murdered the night Ms.Granger was brought into jail?"
Cornelius hesitated a little before responding. "Mr. Harry Potter, your majesty."
[Majesty! Majesty, my arse!!] Draco thought. All he wanted was to get out of here and take Hermione with him. [What! I did NOT just think what I thought I thanked? Did I? That's not even proper grammer, is it?! I don't care about HER, she was only my cellmate. Its all over.] He tried to reassure himself, but somehow he had a feeling that reassuring was never one of his strong points.
Many of the jurors, and other court officials were discussing the whole thing. The murder of this Potter fellow had the crowd muttering.
"Harry Potter?!?! Dead?!?!"
"NO! It can't be!"
"Why???! We'll never win now! THE Harry Potter! Gone?"
"Our father,who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom. . ."
All conversation in the room was ceased when Dumbledore stood up and called attention. "Ahem. May I say something?" He adjusted his half-moon spectacles. "I would like to bring to attention, that these two still very youthful wizards could have easily put under the imperious curse. I myself have known them both since their days at Hogwarts, ask any teacher, and they can tell you that Ms.Granger would NEVER in her life murder, and especially not, Mr.Potter. Ask Mr.Weasley, I'm sure he can tell you."
All eyes turned on Percy Weasley. His face now as red as the trademark hair. He was torn. Yes he knew Hermione would never do that, she had been an old friend of the family, but he also knew that murder was wrong and against the laws. But he knew Harry would never want to see Hermione in jail for something she didn't commit, so he sucked up his pride. "No. . .Hermione would never commit murder."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Draco, who's face was expressionless. Surprising for somebody who was on trial. Fudge looked around, "Well, we must need to hear what the witnesses have to say."
"Cornelius" Dumbledore said wisely "have you already forgotten? They're memories had completely been modified, they didn't even know their own NAMES until I told them." He once again adjusted his spectacles.
The Minister twitched his mustache and did not speak, probably because he had been outsmarted twice. The congregation was now buzzing around the new splurge of information, when Fudge promptly asked Dumbledore to leave. He willingly obliged knowing that he had made his point very clear. When the wooden doors closed, Fudge announced to the crowd. "All in favor of sending these two criminals back to Azkaban, please raise your hand."
About 15 of the total group, out of a total 35. Hermione sighed. But she disturbingly noted that Percy had been one of the 15. "Traitor" She muttered under her breath. Fudge looked furious that his side had not proven victorious, but he did realize he needed to find a new solution to the problem.
The girl who had escorted Hermione to Azkaban had stood up. "Yes Miss Johnson?" Fudge asked curiously. She approached the center desk where The Minister was sitting, but spoke too low for Draco or Hermione to eavesdrop. Cornelius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Good news." He said, sounding anything but thrilled "You will not have to go back to Azkaban."
A spasm of relief flooded over Hermione, and when she turned to her left to see Draco actually smiling, she wanted to give him a big hug, for more than one reason. (His hottness, for one example.) "However. . ." continued Fudge.
Uh-Oh, there was a however, that meant something bad. Hermione did not like howevers. "I shall see to it, that you both attend Memory Therapy at St.Mungo's Hospital which hopefully will regain your memories as to what had happened."
Draco questioned; "St. Mungo's?"
"Oh right." Replied Fudge, forgetting he was speaking to the memory impaired, "Its like a. . .erm. . .psychiatric ward and hospital."
"The LOONY BIN? Let me get this straight, you're sending me to the bloody funny farm!?!?" Draco scoffed.
"Mister Malfoy, I suggest you silence yourself. . . at once." Draco rolled his eyes at the angered Minister of Magic, but obeyed for a while. He didn't feel like getting a one-way ticket back to Azkaban. . . that wretched place. After discussing the final terms, Cornelius Fudge finally declared that the court was dismissed. Draco and Hermione were the last ones out of the courthouse, because they were waiting for a supply of temporary clothing.
As they were heading for the door, Draco eyed the judge's hammer and banged it on the table, yelling "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" while pointing his finger at the a supposed person in the empty room. Hermione punched him playfully. He got revenge, needless to say, by tripping her on the way out.
"Stop acting like a 12 year old, we're grown up for Merlin's sake!" Hermione said exasperated.
He just smirked. . .and tripped her again.
She rolled her eyes and soon Fudge popped his round thead through the doorway. "Are you love birds coming or do I have to call security?" he said irritably.
"LOVEBIRDS!" they both retorted at the same time. Hermione looked shocked "Yeah right." She said aloud.
Draco turned to Fudge and sarcastically declared; "I am no bird."
"Loose the attitude son." Fudge warned.
Draco just smirked. "Hate to rain on your parade Mister, but I don't think I am your son either." Pushing the man's buttons was proving as a new way of amusement for Draco. The minister eventually gave up the battle of wits, probably because he had none to begin with.
He flatly spoke to the two. "We will be traveling by Floo Powder."
"Floo What!!?!?!?!" Hermione asked in shock. As Fudge attempted to explain the process, Hermione absorbed in all the details as he told about the intresting "fire place transportation". When they got to the grand parlor of the Ministry of Magic, secret estate, Fudge gave the two a handful of the powder and explained the procedure again. Hermione bravely volenteered to go first.
"St. Mungo's Hospital!" she said loud and clear. Soon the green flames engulfed her and she felt herself being transported. Then it was over and she landed on a heap outside the fireplace. She looked up and read a sign that said, "Mungo's Faculty Dining Hall". It was beige and the floors were wooden. She heaved herself off the floor and started to dust the remaining ash over her purple robes.
All of a sudden she felt a great force come at her and sweep her back down the the floor. Her eyes close with a thud, as she hit the ground hard. . .
~*~
bCHAPTER TEASERSb
*Which person from their Hogwarts Past do they encounter? *And who or what is the driving force coming at Hermione? *And what Happens when Bruce Springstein pays good bucks to get front row seats at a Stand Up Comedy, but gets stuck in highway traffic with a truck load of senior citizens!?!?!?! Nothing! LoL. *When Draco and Hermione's memories come back, with the blossoming love go away?
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Thank You And Author's Note.
First off, here is a note from me: I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you find the characters were portrayed somewhat realistically. Maybe with exception of Tonks. I will be starting something new this chapter. Its called FANFIC OF THE CHAPTER. Where I pick a mad good fic to adverstise here. Todays fic is. . . dun dun dun. . .xoFireflyox with her draco/ginny fic "HOW TO BE BAD!" (I know it aint draco/hermy but its mad good anyway and mandas my friend) I promise I wont be bias and such with only pickin friends she just did me a fava with my fic. To read "HOW TO BE BAD" please go to
Now TO THANK YOU ALL!
Christie: Ur thanks for the insane review, but why da hell am I thankin u here ^_^ ur my sister for Merlin's sake! Keep reviewing none the less, it makes me look good. Lol j/k. . .kinda.
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JAYE
Disclaimer- just doing what all disclaimers do. Let the readers know that the writer doesn't own any of the characters, and doesn't want to be sued.
Authors Note: I want to thank all my reviewers!!! ^_^ I luv yaz. I will try and do reviewer thank yous at the bottom, and if I feel the need add chapter teasers. At first I wasn't so fond of the chapter, as I was writing it in my notebook but I think it got better during my math class. LoL. Now here it is, all typed up nicely for ya.
FLASHBACK --- Just so u remember where you left off last chapter.
"I'm so scared" she muttered under her breath. Serpent looked at her, and she that he looked scared too, but Hermione knew better now that he'd never admit to it. Without knowing it, she grabbed on to his hand tightly as the dementor got nearer and nearer. The world got colder as she could feel the dementor's icy breath on her skin. . .
~*~Chapter 3 ~*~ Habeas Corpus~*~
As the dementor finally closed in on them, Hermione let out a loud shriek. Serpent put a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound. Hermione was sure the dementor was going to give them "The dementor's kiss", whatever that was. She didn't know what it was, but had a strong feeling that she didn't want to.
But within the span of 5 to 10 seconds, the dementor transformed herself into a laughing pink haired woman. She found the situation positively hilarious, and was attempting to talk to them in-between laughter. "You should have seen your faces!"
Hermione remained terror-stricken, she looked over at Serpent who was busy trying to pry her hand that was tightly grasped to his, away. "Who in the bloody hell are you?" Serpent eyed her suspiciously.
The woman snapped out of her prolonged laughter enough to introduce herself. "My Bad. I'm Tonks." She smiled and offered to shake the boy's hand. (Author's note: I am sorry if Tonks is out of character, or ever gets to be out of character, I always just pictured her as a fun joker kinda gal.)
Hermione stuttered, "You. You. were just one of those dementors! How?"
Tonks cheerfully answered her question, "I can change my appearance. Observe." She quickly transformed herself into a blonde cheerleader-ish girl in a short skirt, and put on a valley girl accent "OH MY GAWD! No way! Like Totally!" She changed back into the pink haired girl from before.
The two prisoners stared at her blankly, until they had to stifle a laugh when she tripped over one of the mismatched chairs. But when Tonks started laughing the others weren't afraid to join in. "I'm afraid I can be a bit clumsy at times. None the less, I am here to get you out of this place."
They still stared at the girl like she was from a different galaxy. Although that might be easy to believe, considering her unnatural hair color. "The Order learned of your arrests and had asked me to come get you out of Azkaban. They said you both deserved a fair trial. . . You know. . . Habeas Corpus?"
"Who is **That**?" Serpent replied arrogantly.
Hermione replied in a matter of factly tone. "Habeas Corpus, the right to have a fair trial, in front of a judge." Tonks beamed, but Serpent snarled to himself. There was something about the way she said that, which made his insides curl. Hermione looked at Tonks again, "What is, The Order?"
Tonks sighed. "Oh yes, the memory thing. They are no matter to you right now. I don't think you'll meet them soon. They're on our side, good guys." Seeing that they were still confused, she added "Follow me" They watched in awe as she some how transformed herself back into a dementor and 'escorted them outside, as request by the ministry of magic'.
They walked several yards until they had hid safely behind a large rock. Two bird/horse like creatures were waiting behind them. Tonks had called them Hippogriffs. The two hopped on their own hippogriff. Realizing that Tonks needed one herself to direct the way, she told them to get off, and try a different arrangement.
She hopped on the one Hermione was on, and told her to get on the back of hers, trusting that the blonde guy would do just fine. He looked strong enough. However it proved that Tonk's backpack took up too much space for Hermione to fit on the back.
"Share my Hippogriff." Serpent said, bluntly.
Hermione blushed, but was in no mood to spend her time arguing then getting caught. She hopped on the back of the Hippogriff, arms hanging loosely at her side. "Well, what are you bloody waiting for? Grab onto my waist for you'll fall to the depths of the ground, breaking every bone in your body, and meeting your gruesome demise in a pool of your own blood." He smirked as she made a disgusted face.
"Sadistic git." She muttered, and Serpent almost smiled when he heard that. . . almost. But the truth be told, Hermione rather liked the feel of wrapping her arms around him. It felt comforting. She had never before flown on a hippogriff, or had she? Concluding that it was Déjà vu, she held on tighter listening to the wind howl and the owls hoot.
Tonks looked over at the two, and smiled under the dementor's cloak. Or at least tried to, when a dementor you didn't exactly smile too well. [puppy love] she thought, chuckling to herself. After another hour aback the hippogriffs, they came to a large white stone building with elegant golden statues and beautiful flowers landscaping the place.
Here and there, were various carriages trudging along the cobblestone paths, carrying wizards and witches of all sorts, meandering through the many acres the Manor had. Hermione gawked. "THIS IS COURT?"
Tonks laughed at the awestruck people next to her "No. This is the Ministry of Magic's secret headquarters. Sometimes cases are done here, but only when Dearest minister is too lazy to get out of his house. Fudge. . .that selfish power hungry bastard."
Serpent tried not to laugh at her anger, but he did have to admit, it sounded funny. Maybe he just had a weird sense of humor. Realizing he was far behind, he ran after the brown haired girl and Tonks who were already several feet ahead, and into the building.
The halls were lined with cold and there were specks of the same gold scattered about the tan tiled floors. After a couple turns down the exquisite hallways, they came to big wooden doors, their handles framed in the infamous gold. Tonks opened the door to find Cornelius Fudge sitting pompously at a large desk. "Who's the jolly fat guy?" Serpent whispered.
"Minister of Magic" Hermione said back. He nodded at her, but still seemed to be in a state of bewilderment.
Fudge's eyes narrowed when he saw Tonks turn into her regular form. "YOU" He seethed out angrily.
Tonks ignored his tone and harsh greeting, and replied cheerfully, "Hello Fudge-Sickle!" she smiled widely, knowing it was bugging him. Hermione stared at Tonks like she had no sanity left.
"Those two are supposed to be in PRISON!" he raised his voice, almost to a shout, and his face increasingly reddened. Hermione was appalled by the man's behavior. Then again she never really liked him, he was just a little off his rocker.
Tonks however, still showed no reaction to anything he had just said. "Lighten up, Little Dude! It's orders from Dumbledore." She handed him a slip of paper and his eyes narrowed even more that he now looked like a lizard of some sort.
Moments later a tall bearded man in long blue robes entered graciously. "Cornelius". The minister replied rather resentfully. "Hello Albus."
Ablus turned to Tonks. "Thank you for your help. That'll be all." Tonks turned to leave the room, and winked at the two former prisoners and quickly ushered a 'good luck'. Hermione was however, not aware of this, she was absentmindedly staring at the silvery haired guy in front of her, fixated.
The one they called Albus spoke up. "Cornelius," he said, wisely "I am afraid they need to have a trial. It's only fair. Plus who knows what else could come of it? Maybe clues to this war. . ." He narrowed his eyes at the young gray-eyed man, still a little ticked off about the office-break-in incident. Slightly smiling, Albus watched as his cheeks flushed under his gaze. Albus, of course, knew who they both were, and found it ironically amusing that they did not.
Cornelius promptly stood up and said "Trail. 30 Minutes" He picked up his forest green robes (hemmed with gold stitching) and carried himself out the doors. Albus turned to the dumbfounded ex-students of his. "Well. . . I shall see you soon in the courtroom. Goodbye Hermione. Goodbye Draco." He briskly walked out the doors, following the minister of magic.
She returned her big brown eyes to face the young man next to her, and smiled. "Hello Hermione"
Giving her a strange look he said "I think **you** would be Hermione." He gave it brief thought "Yes, and I would most likely be Draco."
"Oh Right. I knew that" she's said slightly embarrassed.
~*~ 30 Minutes Later ~*~
The two were seated on black cushioned chairs, rimmed with gold. She was beginning to think that this Fudge guy had a strange fetish for all things gold. There was a large congregation of witches and wizards sitting on long benches in rows all around the circular room. The minister was positioned in the center of the court, looking flustered. "ORDER IN THE COURT" he bellowed.
Slowly the chatter died down, and The Minister spoke again. "We are called here today to discuss the cases of Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. I may remind you that Ms.Granger is charged for murder **AND** attempted murder, while Mr.Malfoy for breaking and entering."
One of the elder men stood up. "May I ask who was murdered the night Ms.Granger was brought into jail?"
Cornelius hesitated a little before responding. "Mr. Harry Potter, your majesty."
[Majesty! Majesty, my arse!!] Draco thought. All he wanted was to get out of here and take Hermione with him. [What! I did NOT just think what I thought I thanked? Did I? That's not even proper grammer, is it?! I don't care about HER, she was only my cellmate. Its all over.] He tried to reassure himself, but somehow he had a feeling that reassuring was never one of his strong points.
Many of the jurors, and other court officials were discussing the whole thing. The murder of this Potter fellow had the crowd muttering.
"Harry Potter?!?! Dead?!?!"
"NO! It can't be!"
"Why???! We'll never win now! THE Harry Potter! Gone?"
"Our father,who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom. . ."
All conversation in the room was ceased when Dumbledore stood up and called attention. "Ahem. May I say something?" He adjusted his half-moon spectacles. "I would like to bring to attention, that these two still very youthful wizards could have easily put under the imperious curse. I myself have known them both since their days at Hogwarts, ask any teacher, and they can tell you that Ms.Granger would NEVER in her life murder, and especially not, Mr.Potter. Ask Mr.Weasley, I'm sure he can tell you."
All eyes turned on Percy Weasley. His face now as red as the trademark hair. He was torn. Yes he knew Hermione would never do that, she had been an old friend of the family, but he also knew that murder was wrong and against the laws. But he knew Harry would never want to see Hermione in jail for something she didn't commit, so he sucked up his pride. "No. . .Hermione would never commit murder."
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Draco, who's face was expressionless. Surprising for somebody who was on trial. Fudge looked around, "Well, we must need to hear what the witnesses have to say."
"Cornelius" Dumbledore said wisely "have you already forgotten? They're memories had completely been modified, they didn't even know their own NAMES until I told them." He once again adjusted his spectacles.
The Minister twitched his mustache and did not speak, probably because he had been outsmarted twice. The congregation was now buzzing around the new splurge of information, when Fudge promptly asked Dumbledore to leave. He willingly obliged knowing that he had made his point very clear. When the wooden doors closed, Fudge announced to the crowd. "All in favor of sending these two criminals back to Azkaban, please raise your hand."
About 15 of the total group, out of a total 35. Hermione sighed. But she disturbingly noted that Percy had been one of the 15. "Traitor" She muttered under her breath. Fudge looked furious that his side had not proven victorious, but he did realize he needed to find a new solution to the problem.
The girl who had escorted Hermione to Azkaban had stood up. "Yes Miss Johnson?" Fudge asked curiously. She approached the center desk where The Minister was sitting, but spoke too low for Draco or Hermione to eavesdrop. Cornelius rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Good news." He said, sounding anything but thrilled "You will not have to go back to Azkaban."
A spasm of relief flooded over Hermione, and when she turned to her left to see Draco actually smiling, she wanted to give him a big hug, for more than one reason. (His hottness, for one example.) "However. . ." continued Fudge.
Uh-Oh, there was a however, that meant something bad. Hermione did not like howevers. "I shall see to it, that you both attend Memory Therapy at St.Mungo's Hospital which hopefully will regain your memories as to what had happened."
Draco questioned; "St. Mungo's?"
"Oh right." Replied Fudge, forgetting he was speaking to the memory impaired, "Its like a. . .erm. . .psychiatric ward and hospital."
"The LOONY BIN? Let me get this straight, you're sending me to the bloody funny farm!?!?" Draco scoffed.
"Mister Malfoy, I suggest you silence yourself. . . at once." Draco rolled his eyes at the angered Minister of Magic, but obeyed for a while. He didn't feel like getting a one-way ticket back to Azkaban. . . that wretched place. After discussing the final terms, Cornelius Fudge finally declared that the court was dismissed. Draco and Hermione were the last ones out of the courthouse, because they were waiting for a supply of temporary clothing.
As they were heading for the door, Draco eyed the judge's hammer and banged it on the table, yelling "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" while pointing his finger at the a supposed person in the empty room. Hermione punched him playfully. He got revenge, needless to say, by tripping her on the way out.
"Stop acting like a 12 year old, we're grown up for Merlin's sake!" Hermione said exasperated.
He just smirked. . .and tripped her again.
She rolled her eyes and soon Fudge popped his round thead through the doorway. "Are you love birds coming or do I have to call security?" he said irritably.
"LOVEBIRDS!" they both retorted at the same time. Hermione looked shocked "Yeah right." She said aloud.
Draco turned to Fudge and sarcastically declared; "I am no bird."
"Loose the attitude son." Fudge warned.
Draco just smirked. "Hate to rain on your parade Mister, but I don't think I am your son either." Pushing the man's buttons was proving as a new way of amusement for Draco. The minister eventually gave up the battle of wits, probably because he had none to begin with.
He flatly spoke to the two. "We will be traveling by Floo Powder."
"Floo What!!?!?!?!" Hermione asked in shock. As Fudge attempted to explain the process, Hermione absorbed in all the details as he told about the intresting "fire place transportation". When they got to the grand parlor of the Ministry of Magic, secret estate, Fudge gave the two a handful of the powder and explained the procedure again. Hermione bravely volenteered to go first.
"St. Mungo's Hospital!" she said loud and clear. Soon the green flames engulfed her and she felt herself being transported. Then it was over and she landed on a heap outside the fireplace. She looked up and read a sign that said, "Mungo's Faculty Dining Hall". It was beige and the floors were wooden. She heaved herself off the floor and started to dust the remaining ash over her purple robes.
All of a sudden she felt a great force come at her and sweep her back down the the floor. Her eyes close with a thud, as she hit the ground hard. . .
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bCHAPTER TEASERSb
*Which person from their Hogwarts Past do they encounter? *And who or what is the driving force coming at Hermione? *And what Happens when Bruce Springstein pays good bucks to get front row seats at a Stand Up Comedy, but gets stuck in highway traffic with a truck load of senior citizens!?!?!?! Nothing! LoL. *When Draco and Hermione's memories come back, with the blossoming love go away?
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Thank You And Author's Note.
First off, here is a note from me: I hope you liked this chapter, and I hope you find the characters were portrayed somewhat realistically. Maybe with exception of Tonks. I will be starting something new this chapter. Its called FANFIC OF THE CHAPTER. Where I pick a mad good fic to adverstise here. Todays fic is. . . dun dun dun. . .xoFireflyox with her draco/ginny fic "HOW TO BE BAD!" (I know it aint draco/hermy but its mad good anyway and mandas my friend) I promise I wont be bias and such with only pickin friends she just did me a fava with my fic. To read "HOW TO BE BAD" please go to
Now TO THANK YOU ALL!
Christie: Ur thanks for the insane review, but why da hell am I thankin u here ^_^ ur my sister for Merlin's sake! Keep reviewing none the less, it makes me look good. Lol j/k. . .kinda.
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