Author: Draco vs Romance

Title: Malfoy Honour

Chapter: 1 The Vow

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING YOU HUNGRY DUMB LAWYERS ! I AM MORE INNOCENT THAN A BIRDIE IN AN ACCIDENT ! .. please leave me in peace .. sobs

Summary: You may think this is another story you've once heard before, but I assure you this one is so much more. It doesn't end happily so don't smile, it'll end in tears that will swell up in your eye. So please do read but do not flame, as this one and the others are not the same.

AN: Second chap .. weee happy now aren't we ? I am

Many days had passed since Draco made his vow to the Dark Lord, and he had stuck to it. Not a single word had been uttered about his Master and his inner circle.

But Draco had begun to wonder, why had no one come to rescue him? He had been in this stinking cell for over a week at least, the only hope and thought was that his Master was devising a master plan to get him out of this hell hole.

His arms had been ice cold and hurting for many days, every day his chains would lowered so his arms could get some blood, the Ministry didn't want him to lose his arms, Draco laughed bitterly at this, 'those weak hearted morons wouldn't know how to survive in the real world.'

"I am glad you've found something to laugh about," a voice from the doorway responded, a voice Draco knew all too well now.

"Good day Rufus," said Draco in a cool slick tone that would make most people cringe, "what brings you down here in my gloomy cell on such a wonderful day?"

"Oh I assure you it's only a quick visit Mr. Malfoy," said Rufus Scrimgeour, the Minister for Magic, "I've only come so I can bring you to court."

'Finally,' thought Draco, 'now I can lose my mind peace in Azkaban.'

"Your father will of course be there a well," said Rufus, barely managing to conceal his smirk, "a little family reunion I'd say."

The idea of his father being present at his ruling was not a comfortable thought. To endure his fathers accusing stare through the whole ordeal, and no means of escaping? That was a dreadful thought indeed.

Rufus must have known this for now he was no longer trying to mask his glee. "I'll see at the hearing, good day Mr. Malfoy." Rufus laughed and walked out of the door to leave Draco in his misery.

But Draco wasn't left alone for long, because two aurors had just stepped into the cell with three mean Dementors behind them.

'Oh great,' thought Draco as the aurors released him from his chains, he could already feel the air around him grow cold, the air that was entering his lungs now came out as small puffs of clouds and in his mind he could hear the horrid screams that would taunt his mind and dreams forever.

Two of the Dementors glided towards him and caught him by the arms as he fell limp into their freezing grasp, they then proceeded out of the door carrying Draco in his arms, the third dementor gliding behind them to make sure he would not be escaping (which was pointless really).

Draco was placed in a rickety chair in a courtroom of stone, and as soon as he was placed in the chair some kind of metal bands shot out of its armrests and trapped his hands inside them.

Along the dark stone walls had there been placed enormous benches filled with anxious spectators, whispering to each other and pointing at him. Draco wanted to scream that they should shut the fuck up, but didn't, he still had some reputation to keep.

The great doors behind him opened once more and Draco noticed the other chair beside him, Draco then saw his father being swept into the courtroom by his arms as Draco had. Lucius awoke from his memories as the cold metal band also captured his hands.

But before Draco had to meet the piercing stare from his father, was all the audience quieted by the Minister as he entered the great doors. He walked past Draco and Lucius and proceeded towards the high counter, as he got on his stool and got his papers in order he looked at the two Malfoys with disgust.

"My dear jury," Rufus started and looked around the court, "what do you see when you look upon these men? Do you see cowards? Murderers? Traitors? I for one see all of these hateful personalities in both of them. Now what would you do with these two spiteful men? Should they get such a cruel punishment to match there crimes, or should they be spared in hope of improvement?"

Everyone held their breaths, even Draco couldn't resist. Rufus led his eyes slide over the faces of the Malfoy men, one holding his stone face, free from emotions whatsoever, the other trying to keep his cool though his eyes betrayed him.

"Are one of you willing to give us information of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Rufus asked with a small undertone of hope, as he again led his eyes sweep over the Malfoys.

Both Malfoys held their tongue, and Draco could see to his great delight that Rufus was more than unhappy with their silent response of 'up yours old man!' (at least that's what Draco meant,) he was practically fuming!

"So be it!" Said Rufus clearly betraying his hatred, "I will decide your punishments with my advisors." Rufus stalked out of the courtroom through a door on the right side of the centre bench, and all the spectators made their out to hold a break, leaving Draco alone with his father.

The tension in the courtroom was so thick it seemed I could be cut with a butter knife. Draco looked at anything besides his father and Lucius just sat there looking into nothing.

It seemed as though many hours had passed before the spectators once again took their seat on the benches, when it only had been minutes.

Rufus and his advisors walked out of the door when the last person had sat down. 'Good timing' Draco thought and smiled in himself.

"My advisors and I have decided on a punishment to suit these two criminals," said Rufus with a hateful gleam in his eyes, quite frightening really, he looked more like a madman than a minister, "Mentley please read them their punishments."

A small balding old man with formal black robes, stood holding a note in his shaking hands, he looked as if he was holding a speech at a funeral. He cleared his throat and said in a very dry voice, almost as dry as the History of magic teacher at Hogwarts, "Lucius Malfoy has been charged for bribery, robbery, murder and associating with You-Know-Who. He is therefore sentenced to a lifetime instalment in Azkaban." Mentley almost had to shout out the last few words to drown out Lucius screams of injustice. The Dementors came up from behind Lucius and seized him by the arms and carried him out of the courtroom while Lucius continued to scream about vengeance and help from the Dark Lord, the usual nonsense.

Draco didn't really feel any sympathy for his father, they never time to build a kind of father-son bond like other sons and fathers have, and at this moment Draco was thankful for that fault in his family.

Draco turned his attention to Mentley as he started to speak once more. "Draco Malfoy has been charged for robbery, attempted murder and associating with You-Know-Who. He is therefore sentenced to live in the muggle world with no means of connecting anything magical and his apparating license will be seized. If Mr. Malfoy uses magic on a muggle or in front of muggle public he will be sent to Azkaban for life."

Draco couldn't believe his own ears. Living with muggles! No! No way! They couldn't do that to him!

Draco just sat there unmoving as the Dementors came and fetched him.

'No,' Draco said to himself, he would die before he live with muggles!.