Draco woke up to the clang of a metal door. He squinted into the bright light of the guard's wand.

"Come on." The guard grunted. Draco stood up on sore legs as the guard pulled at his arm. His arm. He look down at his pale forearm and saw nothing. Just pale skin. He had never gotten his dark mark. Well that was one thing to be thankful for.

He tripped up a few flights of stairs in a smelly hallway. He was taken into the large room that the trial had happened in, but this time there were only three people, Fudge, Dumbledore, and the wand maker who he recognized from Diagon Alley.

"Mr. Malfoy. Today we are going to take your wand away. Mr. Ollivander will keep it until you have served your 15-year term. Exactly 15 years from now stand in front of the Leaky Caldron. Mr. Ollivander will meet you there." The old man nodded his head gravely. Mr. Fudge handed Draco a smooth rock with the Ministry emblem on it. "This is a port key. It will take you to London. Goodbye Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore added, "Goodbye." The grey old wand maker nodded gravely.

Draco held the stone in his hand. He ran his hand over the cold surface. Suddenly he felt a pull and a rush of air in his face and he felt his feet hit the ground. When he had recovered from the dizzy feeling he opened his eyes. He was in a dirty alley. At one end he could see big colored things swishing by. 'Cars' he thought, remembering from a Muggle studies class. He walked out into the busy street. 'I need a drink.' He thought, as he dodged a car. The hugeness of what had just happened hadn't sunk in yet and he sure as hell didn't want it to. A drink would be the best thing.

After Hermione had spent an unpleasant breakfast with the Weasleys and her nagging conscious she excused herself, saying she needed to get something in Diagon Alley. 'I'll be back by dinner' she had promised. Now she was walking into the long hall of the Ministry. She walked to the desk, which had 3 secretaries behind it.

"Is Draco Malfoy still here?" She asked.

All the secretaries looked up at her startled. "I saw you in the Daily Prophet. Aren't you the one he tried to kill?" The blonde one on the left asked after a few moments pause.

"Is he here?" She asked again, angrily.

"Uhhh." The blond shuffled through some pieces of parchment. "Nope. They sent him off to Muggle London this morning, early."

"Shit." She said more loudly that she had meant to. The secretaries looked startled again. She ignored them. "Can I see Fudge?"

"He's very busy and you don't have an appointment so…"

"I NEED TO SEE HIM!" She yelled. Letting out her pent-up emotions of the last few days at the now very scared secretaries.

"Okay." The blonde replied in a shaky voice. "His office is on the third floor, to the left if you go up the main stairs."

"She's definitely psycho. Maybe the death Eaters did something to her brain…" She heard one whisper as she ran up the stairs.

The Minister looked up from his parchment when Hermione came bursting through the door. She had a slightly red face and was panting. "What can I do for you Ms Granger?"

"I need to talk to you about Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." She gasped out.

Fudge put his quill down on his desk and asked with polite interest, "What about him?"

Hermione sat in the chair before his desk. Before starting, she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, "I think he's innocent. No I know he's innocent."

Fudge looked up from his teacup in which he had been staring. "Why?"

"Well, I had this dream, no it was more like a flashback. To when I was captured. Malfoy was holding his wand over me, but he said…"

"Ms. Granger. I'm going to floo St Mungo's. Do you feel okay?" He tried to put his hand on her forehead. She pushed it away.

"I'm okay! I just want to you to know the truth! Malfoy was being forced to…"

"I've heard that one before." Fudge turned away from her and called into the adjacent room, "Marissa! Can you get Trissy from St Mungo's?"

"Well, where is Malfoy then?" She demanded. When Fudge ignored her, too busy writing a note addressed to St Mungo's, she slammed her fist on the table and stood up, "Where IS HE?" She yelled.

Fudge looked up, surprised. He put down his quill. "We sent him to muggle London this morning. It was somewhere near the north end I believe…" He started writing again.

Hermione stormed out the door. When she got to the outside of the Ministry, she appearated to London.

A/N: Reviews for a poor starving author?