The Bagman's Gambit by: rock-the-casbah18

Disclaimer: Not mine. So no need to sue.

A/N: I promised myself, swore, that after "We Both Go Down Together," I wouldn't write another songfic. Then, I heard this song. It's so un-Harry Potter Universe-ish, that I had to twist around my storyline to make it fit. So, I hope you enjoy, and don't hate me too much.

On the lam from the law
on the steps of the capitol
you shot a plainclothes cop on the ten o'clock
and I saw momentarily
they flashed a photograph, it couldn't be you
you'd been abused so horribly
but you were there in some anonymous room

I didn't see it happen. But apparently, all of London did. Around two o'clock, two Aurors burst through the door to my office, knocking over my coat rack, leaving my red and gold scarf lying bunched up on the floor. The gray haired one reached in his pocket and pulled out a flimsy piece of paper, a black and white photograph.

"Do you know this man? He says that you're a good friend of his," the old man spoke, his voice roughened from tobacco and hoarse from phlegm. It didn't take me long to recognize that it was you, Draco Malfoy, Wizarding Entrepreneur, and all around slimy git. Of course I knew you; two months ago, before you had disappeared without a trace, we had shared a bed- more than once in fact. We weren't exclusive, but we definitely had mind-blowing sex. I guess it was the whole 'enemies' thing that made the passion seem unrealistic.

For a moment, I was going to deny that I knew you, because you certainly hadn't spoken with me for the last two months. It was selfish really, but I was still kicking myself that I let you get away. But when I looked up into the eyes of those two Aurors, I knew that they were deadly serious about what was going on; you had done something, something horrible.

"What does this have to do with anything," I asked the men, feeling affronted at the way they stormed into my private work area. They had no idea what I could have been doing! Not that it would be bad, because I hadn't done anything slightly risky since you left.

"Please Miss Granger, just answer the question, and you shall get answers," the other man spoke, running a hand through his cropped brown hair, a frazzled expression crossing his face.

"Yes, that is Draco Malfoy. Good friend? Hardly. But we've had our moments," I answered with a wavering voice. At the time, I didn't know what I was getting into, but I knew that it may help you, whatever you had done.

"Mr. Malfoy Avada'd an ex-Auror, Rufus Finkbly, earlier this morning. He's now being held in Azkaban, but has asked that you represent him at his trial in front of the Wizengamot tomorrow." I shook my head. No, no I wouldn't get myself into this. You had already caused me enough trouble as it was, and there was no way that I was going to represent you. I didn't even know what had happened, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to.

"You say he's in Azkaban," I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy is being held in a highly protected cell at the moment. With his reputation, there is no knowing what he will do, so the government is wary to let him out just yet," the brunette answered. I could tell he was rushing me along, wanting to get out of my office and go back to whatever it was that seemed so important to him.

"Well, I'd like to be taken to him right away, if I'm going to be acting as his attorney tomorrow." I wanted to see you more than anything, even if it meant that I had to get myself into something that I really would rather not.

"Malfoy, stop being so pathetic and get yourself up of the floor," I snapped at you, mad that you had left me post-coital, and never come back to my bed. I had missed you between my thighs, to say the least. Any sane twenty-two year old woman would.

"You came, Granger," you said, pale eyebrows rocketing upwards in surprise. You honestly thought I wouldn't? I thought that maybe by the fifth time I had whispered 'I love you' in your ear, you would've gotten the point. That didn't appear to be the case.

"Of course I did, ferret. Now tell me what kind of shite you got yourself into," I sighed, walking over to where you sat on your prison cot, gently sitting next to you.

"He was the one who killed my mother, Hermione." You said this in such a small voice, I almost had to ask you to repeat it. As soon as the words left your mouth, I knew exactly why you had killed him, and knew you had every right to. Rufus Finkbly was a rat, a filthy rat that tortured and raped your mum before beating her with a lead pipe to death. It was no wonder really, that Rufus was an ex-auror. He was horrible at his job, and thought that anyone connected with a Death Eater deserved the most awful of deaths.

"That isn't going to help your case, you know," I whispered, pointing to the Dark Mark emblazoned on your forearm.

"Yeah, I know." I looked over at you, and saw that tears were glistening in your eyes, and it was the first time you had ever seemed human to me. It made me want to cry. "Oh, Draco," I whispered, my arms wrapping around you, tucking your abused body against mine. All your life, the odds were against you. You had an abusive father, an alcoholic mother, and here you were, sitting in this cold, dank room, trying so hard to hold the tears back. You really didn't want to cry, and your breaths were shaky from the effort of keeping those tears in.

"Hermione, I tried so hard, so hard not to do it. We were outside of the Ministry, and I saw him in passing. And I didn't think, because I never do." At this point, you inhaled sharply, and I knew that you were about to break down. "But then I remembered my mum, my dear, sweet mother, and I remember what she looked like when I found her." This time, you actually did break down. Great sobs racked your body, your lithe form shuddering against mine with each new sob. I admit I had tears in my eyes at this point; I had never seen you cry before, or show any weakness at all.

"I just couldn't stop it," your muffled voice came from where your face was buried in my shoulder. "I grabbed my wand, and avada'd him, right then and there. Those sick things he did, he didn't deserve to live. He was the creator of my nightmares, and I had to get him back for that." Your silver eyes were rimmed with red, and the shimmering trails of tears glistened on your pale cheeks. It was too much.

"I'm so sorry, Draco," I said, relishing in the way your name slipped so easily from my tongue. I pulled you close to me again, and rested my head in the crook of your neck. My thoughts drifted to the last time I had done that, when we both were without clothes, and my breath came out in short pants against your neck.

"No, Hermione. I'm sorry, so, so sorry," you whispered hoarsely. You didn't like that you had murdered that man, even though he more than deserved it. I wished that Rufus had gone through what you had gone through, instead of dying. He would definitely be wishing for death at the end.

I envied you, because you were so strong. You could have taken your own life, even though it was a selfish thing to do, but had good reason for doing it. Instead, you pushed through, and learned from everything that was thrown at you. You overcame your father's tortures, you helped your mother through her drinking problem, and you helped me after Ron was killed in the Great War. Even though half of them didn't realize it, you had helped most of the wizarding community. You owned a large business, gave generously to charities, supported your employees, and were still looked down upon by everyone and their brother. But you remained strong, not letting any comment, or blow, get to you.

"You'll get out of this alright, I promise," I whispered to you, once my own tears had stopped, and both of our breathing went back to normal. I was going to help you, and get you out of this place, if it was the last respectful thing I did.

"There isn't much you can do, Hermione," you said to me, your tone warm, but downtrodden. You had no hope.

"But I'm going to try, Draco," I said softly, making a promise with you, using my lips to seal the deal. The kiss was soft, ever so soft, and a part of me wished you would be rougher, bruise me, delve into my mouth with your tongue so roughly that I cried out. But I didn't mind this kiss; it was perfect. Your tongue pressed lightly against mine, testing the waters so to say. I urged you on, snaking my hands into your silky blond hair, pulling you closer to me, pressing my chest against yours. I knew my body was reacting to the kiss, reacting to you, and I needed flesh on flesh soon, before I exploded.

Your hands grasped my robe tightly, one letting go to trail down the side of my body, from my breast to my hip. I reached out for the buttons of you shirt, when I heard my name.

"Miss Granger," the brunette auror called, clearing his throat, trying desperately to get my attention and end the erotic display.

"Sorry, Mr. Darlings," I said softly, albeit roughly, pulling myself away from you. "I'll see you tomorrow at the trial, Draco. Try not to worry too much. And do get some sleep, so you don't look absolutely dreadful." I smiled tenderly at you, the man that I had slowly fallen in love with, and exited the cell, following Mr. Darlings farther and farther out of the bowels of Azkaban. I could've sworn that I heard you whisper 'I love you' at my retreating form, but I couldn't tell much of anything anymore.