Draceo and Hermionette

Wizarding Decree Number Thirty-Two, Section One, Paragraph One

Draco bid Hermione farewell outside the potions classroom. He had gone but a few feet when he raced back to her, grabbed her shoulders to spin her around, and kissed her very gently on the lips. She gasped, looked up into his eyes, and breathily whispered a name:

"Filch."

Draco released her shoulders and looked down at her very fluffy head. "What?"

"Filch," she said again, and ran away, towards Griffindor tower. Then it dawned on Draco. They had left Snape's room because they heard someone coming, and Hermione thought it was Filch, the caretaker.

He spun on his heel and bolted down the hallway, further toward the dungeons.

"And what are you doing?" Demanded a wheezing voice.

"Detention!" Draco decided, " I was writing lines for Professor Snape, now I'm going to bed." He fled before Filch could say anything more, praying fervently that he would not confront the Potions Master.

The next morning, Draco blinked sleep from his eyes to see the handsome, very close face of Blaise Zambini looming over him.

"Arrgggh!" He flung his friend across the room, groped for his wand, and wound up brandishing a quill. "What are you doing!"

Blaise's laughter was joined by the slow gafaws of Crabbe and Goyle. Draco growled, realized that was a rather muggle-ish thing to do, and stopped. "Where were you last night, bud?" Blaise joked.

Draco clawed his way from under the covers and began to dress. "Knocking up a muggle whore, what about you?"

When his face emerged from the billows of robes, Blaise looked serious.

"You're not serious, man? You know their gonna want the Purity Charm performed at your wedding."

Draco gave Blaise a very demeaning look, chucked the quill he was still holding at him, and stormed from the dungeon apartments. He had just joined the Slytherins trickling toward the Great Hall and breakfast when he noticed a bit of agitation ahead. Those ahead of him were coagulating, either to watch the happenings or to slow them out of spite. Behind him, others were pushing forward, trying to see through the clot of spectators.

Over the heads of his fellow students, Draco saw the tall forms of Professors Dumbledore and Snape accompanied by the slightly shorter Professor McGonagal. All three were addressing what appeared to be a floating lime-green bowler hat in very loud tones.

The green bowler hat elbowed its way through the crowd of discreetly hissing Slytherins. As it neared Draco, he realized it was actually perched on the head of the portly Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

"You don't understand…."

"The Ministry doesn't have the right…."

"You can't prove anything, anyway….."

McGonagal, Snape, and Dumbledore were all arguing, explaining, and distracting Fudge. Draco could have sworn he saw Dumbledore make a little shooing motion, as if instructing him to flee.

"Really, he's just a child…"

"Minerva, I've had enough!" Fudge declared, glaring up at the more powerful woman. "He is not a child! The boy turned 17 in December, and besides which, a crime of this gravity…" Then he caught sight of Draco.

Cornelius Fudge puffed himself up importantly, placed a pair of spectacles upon his nose, cleared his throat, fluttered a piece of paper, and, after all this preparation, read:

"Mr. Draconis Alexis Malfoy, you are under arrest for the violation of Wizarding Decree number thirty two, section one, paragraph one, which clearly states: Should any Wizard willfully and determinedly kill another, they are sentenced to life in the prison of Azkaban, where after twenty years of stay in mentioned prison, they will be administered the 'Dementor's Kiss' as specified in section three, paragraph seven. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be used in a trial of the Wizengamotyou have the right to defend yourself in court. You have the right to tell the truth, should you lie or attempt to lie, Vertisarium will be administered…"

A/N:

for reasons of my own (the ToothFairy will probably kill me), I have mentioned the Purity Charm. I have robbed this from somebody's fic, but I'm not sure whose. Anyway, the Purity Charm is performed to make sure both bride and groom of a marriage are virgins the day they are wed. This charm is often used at Pureblood weddings. This means, yes everybody, Draco, as of now, is a virgin.

His middle name is Alex-y, think French. (The Malfoys, after all, are French, you don't think they got that surname in England, do ya?)

The ToothFairy will update as soon as I pester her into doing so.

Review! Zvezdana

Sorry it was so short, the climax is nearing!