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So now onto the much anticipated trial . . . .dun dun dunnnnnn. Hope you all like it!

Chapter 18: The Trial

Hermione woke after only an hour of uneasy, restless sleep on the couch. The cushions felt damp, and when she touched her cheek she could feel the trails of tears that had fallen in her sleep. As if acting on their own will, her feet carried her back to Draco's room. She walked over all of his thrown around belongings to the corner where she had thrown the picture. The broken glass has sliced holes through the photo, and its occupants were now unable to reach each other through the tears. They were struggling to be together, but to no avail, for they had been torn apart forever. She lifted the picture from the floor, "It's over" she said to both the picture and herself, "just let go."

But the truth was that she didn't want it to be over, as horrible as that was, she didn't want to believe that any of it was true. She wanted to wake up with Draco holding her in his strong, unmarked arms and tell her it was all just a nightmare. She wanted to hear him say that everything was fine and that he would never hurt her.

She looked down at the picture again and could feel the tears welling up inside. 'No!' she ordered herself, 'you cannot cry, you cannot allow him to continue hurting you like this. It's over, just move on and forget all about that bastard Draco Malfoy!' But she couldn't forget, Draco had been her first true love and she could never forget him.

She shook her head and quickly exited Draco's room, running to the safety of her own scarlet colored room. She looked to Crookshanks' bed because she needed a friend, but he was not there. "Crookshanks?" A definitive meow came from the other side of her bed. Hermione slid across it so that she was laying on her stomach and gazed fondly at Crookshanks, "what are you doing?"

Crookshanks, who had been sniffing at a book, lifted his head. Hermione cocked her head curiously and picked up the book, which considering its half-hazard position against the wall she figured that it must have been what she tripped over the night before. She leaned down to pick it up, got one glance at the cover and felt the anger return full force. It was the book Draco had given her for Christmas. She threw it open and made to tear the pages out, she had a few crinkled between her fingers before she stopped. She just couldn't bring herself to destroy a book, no matter how much it reminded her of him. Nor could she bring herself to throw it out. Books were sacred after all; they were not something to be trashed and torn. But still, she couldn't stand the sight of it, so she banished it to the topmost shelf of her bookcase. She then threw herself back on her bed, closed her eyes, and drifted into a state between sleep and wake.

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"Draco Malfoy!" the wizard in charge of the trial bellowed harshly, "You are hereby brought in front of this court on trial for having engaged in Dark magical activities by becoming a Death Eater. You were caught being initiated into the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's circle of followers. If you are found guilty you stand to receive a penalty of a minimum of a lifetime in Azkaban. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty," said Draco confidently through clenched teeth.

The wizard sneered, "very well. This is your chance to defend yourself, what do you have to say?" He spoke in an accusatory manner, clearly not planning on believing whatever defense Draco was prepared to give.

Draco stared directly into the lead wizards' eyes; his glare was just as harsh as the glares he was receiving. "I was put under the imperius curse by the Dark Lord; I did not willingly join his Death Eaters. I promised myself a long time ago I would never engage in that lifestyle."

"A likely story!" interrupted the lead wizard, "you were born to serve the Dark Lord, just like your late father! Why is it that you would suddenly decide to oppose everything you were grown up to believe?"

"I am my own man, I am not bound to follow in my fathers footsteps anymore than you or anyone else is! I made the decision for myself that I wanted to live my life my way, and that did not include making myself a servant of the Dark Lord!" Draco transferred his glare from the lead wizard to Dumbledore when he spoke. If anyone in the room were to believe that one's family did not determine their fate, it was the Hogwarts Headmaster. But Dumbledore's gaze was relentless, and he frowned when he met Draco's eyes. Draco's insides dropped, Dumbledore didn't believe him, where was the hope if the one who always believed in everyone didn't believe in him?

"You claim to have not wanted to live a life of darkness, yet you yourself are a murderer."

"I only murdered him because he was torturing Hermione!" argued Draco with fury burning in his cold gray eyes.

"Whom you lured to the meeting in the first place!" challenged the lead wizard with enough anger in his own voice to rival Draco's.

"I told you I was under the imperius curse! I couldn't control myself!"

"SILENCE!" roared the lead wizard.

Draco stubbornly obeyed, and once the echo of the wizards' voice died, the chamber was filled with a loud and heavy silence. Draco glowered at the entire Wizengamot up in the balcony. Deep down he knew that he must keep his temper in check, but at the same time he also knew that no matter what, he was going back to Azkaban, and there was no way he was going down without a fight.

The lead wizard laced his fingers together, creating a false image of calmness. When he spoke, his tone was just as harsh as ever. "You sir, are clearly lying. You claim to have been under the curse when you brought Miss Granger to the meeting, yet you made the decision to murder your father. That is completely ludicrous," Draco opened his mouth to object, "SILENCE I SAID!"

Draco barred his teeth at the lead wizard. 'What's the point of giving me a trial if you won't let me defend myself, you bastard.'

The wizard continued, "Yes or no, did you bring Hermione Granger to the Death Eater gathering?"

"Yes but . . ."

"And do you, or do you not have the Dark Mark burned onto your arm, thereby identifying you as a Death Eater?" the wizard interrupted.

"I do but . . ."

"And did you or did you not murder your father, Lucius Malfoy!"

"I did." Draco didn't bother attempting to explain why. The one aspect of this whole fiasco that Draco did not regret was that he killed Lucius.

"There was a slight murmuring among the witches and wizards of the Wizengamot in response to Draco's answers. The lead wizard allowed the whispers to persist for a moment, but quickly took charge again. "Very well, we shall review your testimony, and then we will reconvene Wednesday morning to hear the witness, Miss Hermione Grangers' testimony. Until then, you are to return to Azkaban.

Draco could feel the temperature drop in his veins as the dementors hovered closer. The chains suddenly released him, and were replaced by the boney lifeless hands of the dementors. "I'M INNOCENT!" he shouted, trying to fend off the horrible memories which were attempting to consume him yet again. "It wasn't me!" he said weakly. "It wasn't . . ." his head went limp and the painful memories filled his soul. He was no longer aware of where he was going or of what he was doing. He didn't even feel the tug in his navel as the portkey transported him and the dementors back to the prison.

The dementors dropped him unceremoniously in a lifeless heap on the floor. Draco pulled himself up onto his uncomfortable bed, trying to block out the memory of when he first received the glacio exanimus curse from Lucius. He shut his eyes, and drifted to sleep. It was a sleep plagued with nightmares of his past, just like every sleep had been since he'd arrived.

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The week following Draco's initiation had passed so slowly for Hermione that time might as well have been moving backwards. In fact, she most likely would have been happier if it was. It was now Monday, Draco's trial had be starting today, and Hermione would be testifying in only two days. All in all she was rather surprised that she wasn't more apprehensive about it.

Hermione was sitting in one of the armchairs in the common room. The room was now completely decorated in scarlet and gold since Harry was the new Head Boy. And Harry's room was now pretty much identical to Hermione's except that the marble bathroom was still black instead of white. Hermione found that the change of décor really helped her let go and move on, at least on the surface it seemed to make a difference.

She had her Defense Against the Dark Arts book out in front of her, she was brushing up on her counter curses for an exam they had the next day. Harry and Ron should be ending their quidditch practice at any minute, and Ginny was most likely somewhere with her Ravenclaw boyfriend. She heard a noise at the door, and she perked up to listen.

"Come on! I gave you the password now let me in!" ordered an angry Harry. His voice was muffled from being behind the wall.

Hermione sighed, 'Salazar must be alone in the portrait again' she thought. Salazar had been in a very bad temper ever since Draco had been kicked out, so the other members of the portrait would often leave him alone while they went to visit other portraits. This made it rather difficult for Harry and Hermione to enter their common room because Salazar didn't like either of them, so he would often flat out refuse to open the portrait door whether they said the password or not, just as he was doing now. Hermione tossed her book onto the table and got up to let Harry in. "Hey Harry," she greeted as she eased the portrait open.

"Thanks," he smiled as he stepped inside, throwing an angry scowl at Salazar as he did so.

"You worthless sacks of filth!" shouted Salazar. "You do not deserve the honor of being Heads! If I were not stuck in this portrait you're worthless hides wouldn't even have been admitted into this school!" Harry slammed the portrait closed to block out Salazar's rant. It was really starting to infuriate him, he wished the other founders would just kick Salazar out; it would make everything so much easier.

"How was quidditch practice?" asked Hermione as she returned to her studying.

"Excellent, we're really doing well; Slytherin doesn't have a chance against us! Especially since . . . " Harry suddenly went silent and kicked himself for not stopping his mouth sooner. He had been about to say 'since Malfoy's gone.' But once he remembered who he was talking to he stopped.

But he hadn't stopped soon enough; Hermione, with her quick mind was able to get the gist of what he had been about to say. She chose not to comment, and instead silently buried herself in her book.

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Once Wednesday morning rolled around, Ron and Harry were watching Hermione stare off blankly into space. She didn't look sad, just preoccupied and a little sick to her stomach. "You ready for today?" Ron asked, nudging Hermione a bit to get her attention.

Hermione eased out of her reverie and looked at Ron. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready" she assured everyone (including herself). "I mean there's not much to prepare for is there? I just go there, tell them what happened, then I leave."

The boys smiled, both were impressed with the way she was handling things. Ron especially had been worried that Hermione would slip into another moping, depressed state like she had the year before. But much to his relief, she seemed to have put Malfoy behind her and gotten herself back to the old Hermione that he loved.

After breakfast Hermione didn't follow Harry and Ron to class, instead she walked up to the professors table where Dumbledore was waiting. Her stomach grew slightly queasier with every step. By the time she reached Dumbledore, she felt like she could really throw up at any second.

"Are you ready?" inquired Dumbledore softly.

Hermione nodded, her face was set with determination.

Professor Dumbledore nodded once, "follow me." Hermione followed the Headmaster's long sweeping strides to the outside entrance of the castle. Dumbledore reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a page from the Daily Prophet. He held it out for Hermione to hold. The instant her fingers brushed the surface, the two of them were sent zooming through the air until they came to an abrupt stop in the Ministry of Magic lobby.

It was rather busy, what with all the Ministry witches and wizards tending to their business. Dumbledore nodded to the security wizard at the desk, and then motioned to Hermione to follow him. She silently obeyed, feeling her stomach churn. But her thoughts were not on the trial, now her thoughts had taken a different turn. As soon as she saw the lobby, images of her fifth year entered her mind. That horrible night when Harry had led them all to the Department of Mysteries and they had to fight for their lives against the gang of Death Eaters who had been waiting for them.

Those horrid Death Eaters. With a visible shudder Hermione remembered how the Death Eaters had surrounded her and the others once Harry had picked up the prophesy. Lucius had been taunting Harry, trying to get the prophesy from him. But in her mind, what in reality had been a masked Lucius, morphed into Draco. Now he was the one holding out his hand and wickedly taunting Harry and the rest of them. In her mind, Hermione could clearly see the Dark Mark on his outstretched arm. She wanted to hurt him, she was so furious she couldn't stand it, she . . .

"Miss Granger," Dumbledore interrupted her horrible thoughts softly.

Hermione let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and realized that tiny beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. She breathed deep and wiped the sweat away, following Dumbledore down a long corridor in the basement of the Ministry. He led her to a door, beside which a raven haired, professional looking witch, who looked vaguely familiar, was standing. The witch glanced up at the sound of approaching footsteps, "Dumbledore, Hermione! It's so nice to see you again!" The witch stumbled as she stepped forward to greet them.

"Tonks?" asked Hermione, her eyes narrowed in disbelief.

"Yup, it's me," Tonks answered cheerily, "I figured that since this is a trial, I would go for a more traditional look. Doesn't really suit me does it?"

"You're here for the trial?"

"Yes Miss Granger," answered Dumbledore, "I will have to be present with the rest of the Wizengamot once the trial begins. Tonks shall stay with you until you are called in, and then she will see you safely back to Hogwarts."

"Ok, ok."

"Thank you again Tonks."

"It's my pleasure Dumbledore."

"Now I must be going so we can begin." Dumbledore nodded to the two women, and then turned to sweep back down the corridor.

Hermione could feel Tonks watching her, but she kept her eyes down. "Are you nervous?" Tonks asked gently.

"No . . . well yes, no . . . a little," Hermione decided.

"I understand. Just know that he can't hurt you, not matter what you say, and all you need to do is go in there and tell them the truth."

Hermione nodded, "that's why I'm nervous."

"What? Why?" asked Tonks, attempting to catch Hermione's eye so she could understand.

Hermione wiped away a stray tear, "I still don't want it to be true, I don't want to be the reason he gets sent back to Azkaban." It was the first time she had confessed that thought to anyone, and even though she still hadn't looked Tonks in the eye, it did feel better to have verbalized her apprehension.

"Hermione," comforted Tonks as she placed her arm around Hermione's shoulder, "he is the reason that he will be sent to Azkaban, you are just telling what you saw. You are a good person, and I know that you don't want to hurt anyone. But he's dangerous Hermione, he's a Death Eater, and he deserves it."

Hermione gulped and nodded with a pained smile on her lips. But inside the unshed tears were flowing, 'but that doesn't change the fact that I still love him,' she thought with a slight hiccup. In an attempt to regain her composure, she breathed deep and forced herself to look up. 'Come on Hermione, don't loose it,' she coached herself. 'Tonks is right, he deserves this, and no matter what you want, you can't change what he is, so just get over it. You're too good for him anyway.' Hermione really didn't believe what she was telling herself, but perhaps if she thought it hard enough, she might eventually be able to trick herself into believing that it was true.

She and Tonks stood there waiting and chatting for a good half hour. Hermione was relieved that she didn't have to wait alone, because talking about trivial things with Tonks helped relax her considerably.

When a gruff looking Ministry official finally opened the door to the chamber, Tonks gripped Hermione's shoulder reassuringly, "it will be fine, I'll be waiting for you right here when you're done."

Hermione's nerves were pumping through her so hard that she could feel it all the way down to her fingertips and toes. Nevertheless, she retained a calm exterior as she followed the Ministry official inside. The chamber was dimly lit and it took Hermione's eyes a moment to adjust. Once she could see properly, she took a glance around at her surroundings. Up in the balcony was the full Wizengamot. Hermione instantly spotted Dumbledore near the center of the group, his long silver hair stood out brilliantly against the sea of black robes. She was glad to see that he was gazing at her reassuringly because she was a little put off by the tough looking wizard standing next to him. 'That must be the head of the Committee of Magical Law Enforcement' she noted to herself.

The Ministry official was leading Hermione towards a straight backed chair in the center of the room. A chair in which sat a man with silvery blonde hair that was just visible over the top of the back. Hermione hesitated, she stared wide-eyed at the back of the occupant in the chair and found her legs unable to move forward another step. She had known all along that Draco was going to be there, but somehow actually seeing him sitting there was very different than knowing he was going to be there.

It wasn't until someone up in the balcony cleared his throat that Hermione managed to make her feet continue their progression forward. She looked up and found the wizard in charge glaring at her unsympathetically. She gulped as she walked up to a spot that was to the side and slightly in front of where Draco was seated. She forced her eyes to remain facing forward, not even allowing herself one glance towards the man she loved for fear that if she did she would lose all self control and completely break down. With her face hardened and set with determination, Hermione looked up at the Wizengamot awaiting instructions. Every eye in the chamber was settled on her, but the only ones she could feel were Draco's burning into the back of her head. But rather than weaken her, the feeling only made her stronger and more determined.

"Miss Hermione Granger," bellowed the head wizard "you are here as a witness in the case against Draco Malfoy is that correct?"

"Yes sir," Hermione's voice was strong, which helped to reduce her fear.

"Then in your own words, please describe what happened."

Hermione took a deep breath, "Well, first he dragged me to a portkey over by the greenhouses at Hogwarts. That brought us to the meeting." Hermione proceeded to tell them about the meeting, how Draco obeyed everything they told him to do, and how they planned to torture than kill her once he was initiated. "And then Lucius" Hermione found her throat temporarily blocked when she got to the part about Lucius torturing her. He took a breath to ease it out, and locked eyes with Dumbledore's encouraging gaze. "And then Lucius cast the cruciatus curse on me. I honestly don't know what happened after that because I think I got knocked out. But when I woke up Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, and Snape were there, the Death Eaters were gone, Lucius was dead, and Draco was unconscious."

"I see," said the lead wizard, "and do you have any reason to suspect that Mr. Malfoy was not acting upon his own free will.

Hermione paused to think about the question.

"Hermione!" shouted Draco, finally unable to hold his silence any longer. "You know it wasn't me! Think about it, you know I would never willingly hurt you!"

"Hold your tongue!" roared the lead wizard.

Draco ignored him, "You know that I would never become a Death Eater on my own! Hermione please believe me, you have to believe me. Deep down you know the truth, I know you do!"

"QUIET!"

"HERMIONE PLEASE!"

"SILENCIO!" the lead wizard shot the silencing spell at Draco, and instantly his dries went dead. But Hermione could still feel his eyes boring into her. She stopped considering her answer to the lead wizards' question, and finally glared Draco in the eye. His gaze was desperate; she could see the fear in his cool gray eyes. But for once her eyes were the cold icy ones, she was furious with him for expecting her to defend him when he had given her no reason to. "Sir," she said confidently, drawing the Wizengamot's attention from Draco to her, "I have no reason to think that he was not acting of his own free will. He never protested once during the initiation. On the contrary, he had been acting strangely for quite some time before then, so I am positive he had been planning it for a while." Hermione's eyes never left Draco's as she spoke, making sure each word cut into him like a razor sharp knife. She found that she felt a cruel sense of satisfaction seeing the stunned look of terror that formed in his eyes. He was mouthing something to her, but she didn't even try to read his lips, 'he's probably just begging for me to defend him,' she thought resentfully.

"Thank you Miss Granger," said the lead wizard, "if you have nothing more to add then you are free to go."

"Thank you sir," she nodded to him and to the rest of the Wizengamot. She smiled a little as she saw Dumbledore smile at her, and then, without looking at Draco, she quickly sped out of the chamber.

She was rather shocked to find that as soon as she left the chamber, she was shaking like a leaf. Suddenly all her courage and strength seemed to have evaporated, and all she wanted to do was cry. She had been so furious with hurt in there that all she wanted to do was hurt him back, but now, she felt even more pain than she had before she testified.

"Hermione, are you alright? What happened?" Tonks was looking at her worriedly.

Hermione couldn't remove the block from her throat in order to speak, so she just nodded, and began leading the way to the lifts. Tonks got the message not to talk about it, so she just silently accompanied Hermione back to the fireplaces in the main lobby. The two women stopped in front of an empty fireplace. Tonks could see the tears shimmering in the young girls eyes; she pulled Hermione into a tight hug. "You'll be fine Hermione, everything will be alright."

"Thanks," Hermione muttered, attempting a smile. "I better get going," she gestured to the fireplace.

Tonks nodded, "I'm sure I'll see you soon."

"That would be nice," whispered Hermione with a genuine grin. She stepped into the fireplace, Tonks handed her a small bit of floo powder, and Hermione sent herself spiraling back to Hogwarts. She stumbled out of the fireplace and into Dumbledore's circular office. She was thankful that Dumbledore had given her permission to skive off the rest of the classes today because she really didn't feel like going. She knew that she should, but she just couldn't handle being around people at the moment. Instead she wandered through the halls, they were empty and her footsteps quietly echoed off the stone walls. She eventually found herself in front of the portrait of the fruit basket which led to the kitchens. After her stomach gave a definitive rumble she tickled the pear and opened the door.

The house elves provided her with more than enough food, which she guiltily took. She felt like a complete hypocrite for taking things from them, but she was hungry, and had no other option at the moment. She wandered out to the grounds and sat by the lake munching on her food.

She sat there for hours, sometimes thinking about Draco, sometimes thinking about nothing, sometimes just letting her mind wander. It was approaching twilight by the time her peaceful solitude was finally interrupted.

"Hey"

Hermione looked up and saw Ron approaching "hey."

"Harry and I checked the map to see if you were back and we saw you were all by yourself out here. Harry figured you wanted to be alone, but I thought you might want someone to talk to." Ron's ears reddened and Hermione could tell he felt awkward, "I mean if I'm wrong you can just tell me, and I'll go back inside."

Hermione considered this; she really didn't know what she wanted other than for this whole fiasco to have never happened. Ron took her long pause as a rejection, and reddened even more, "right, well then I'll just go back in."

The disappointment in his tone was obvious, and it made Hermione feel very guilty, after all, there was no longer had any reason to continue pushing him away, was there? "No Ron. You can stay; I'm just not in the mood to talk very much. But you can stay if you want."

Ron smiled wide, but respected her wish not to speak, so he just sat down next to her. Their arms were dangerously close to touching, and if Hermione had been thinking about Ron, the close proximity between them may have bothered her. But at the present moment, her mind was miles away; on a cold island trapped in a lonely cell with the one she still loved. She hated him for what he had done to her heart. How could she allow him to continue to hold her love? He didn't deserve it. She sighed, and Ron watched her with concern in his face, "Why is it so hard to let go?" she whispered to herself. She had meant it as a rhetorical question, but Ron answered it anyway.

Ron hated that fact that Hermione was still thinking about Malfoy, clearly wanting him back. Yet when he spoke, he did his best to hide his disdain and hopefully get Hermione to focus on him instead. "Sometimes," he began, "the best way to let go is to completely move on. You know, find someone else so you can see that you can have something better than what you are missing. Someone who really loves you, and deserves to be with you."

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Ron was insinuating, but hearing him say it brought a tear to her eye. She refused to let it fall, but his words did bring despair to her heart because she truly felt like she would never find anything better than or even as good as, what she had lost. Yet her mind argued with her heart, 'Maybe I can have with Ron what I had with Draco.' She snuck a glance at Ron, 'Well Hermione, you'll never know unless you try.'

She took a deep breath, "thanks Ron," as she spoke, she moved her hand softly atop his. Ron beamed at her and shifted his hand so that he was holding hers, "I would never break your heart Hermione."

"I know," she whispered with a smile on her face, but with sadness in her eyes. 'Because you can't break something you don't have,' she added to herself with a sigh.

So there you have it, things are definitely not looking good for Draco are they? Just to clarify for anyone who may have fears about this becoming a HG/RW fic, no worries, it is definitely a DM/HG fic all the way. How can that be with Draco in Azkaban you ask . . . .well, you'll just have to stay put and find out! Please review, and let me know your thoughts! Thanks!