A/N: Gasp! The last chapter! Please read and review! thanks to all of you!
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Chapter 15: Dementor's kiss
Harry walked hurriedly towards the new courtrooms in the bottom floors of the Ministry. His feet thumped on the marble floors loudly as no one else is in that corridor. As soon as he reached a black door he breathed deeply and entered the room.
Everyone was silent. Heads turned to his direction as he walked across the room, heads up, not looking at anyone in particular. Once he was standing in front of Kingsley he nodded and two big aurors walked in with Ron in-between them.
Ron smirked at Harry. Harry, on the other hand, wrinkled his nose in disgust. Ron was seated uncomfortably on a chair in the idle of the room; chains magically sprawled from behind him making him immobile.
"Mr. Ronald Weasley, you have been charged of alleged rape that may result to killing. Do you have anything to say to your defense?" Scrimengour, Minister for Magic, stated. Ron smirked for a while then turned to Harry.
"I would just like to say that Hermione's breasts were great and so was her-"
"Try saying another word, God forbid, I will do an unforgivable right here!" Harry hissed at Ron, pointing his wand over his throat. A flicker of fear was seen on Ron's face as he gulped.
"Mr. Potter, restrain yourself. Mr. Weasley, do you have anything else to say that might interest the Wizengamot?" Scrimengour said.
"Harry Potter put me under the Imperious Curse when I carried out the assault," Ron told the whole of the Wizengamot. Whispers and scribbles were heard in the whole courtroom. Mrs. Weasley's sobs can be heard occasionally while Mr. Weasley and the other Weasleys tried making a blank face.
"Order!" Scrimengour boomed loudly. Everyone stopped their whispers and scribbling. Only Mrs. Weasley can be heard.
"Now, Mr. Weasley, will you elaborate what you have just said?" He asked interestingly. Before on answered, Scrimengour raised his right hand and did a peace sign. Percy Weasley, who was seated beside Madame Bones, stood up and exited through a back door.
"Well, just as what I have said, Harry Potter put me under the Imperius Curse to carry out such an inhumane act. He framed me. He wanted Hermione Granger-Malfoy for himself so he decided that if Draco Malfoy and I were gone he can have Hermione," Ron shrugged as if he said that it will rain that day.
"Bullshit, Ron!" Someone screamed from the back row. Everyone turned their heads and saw Hermione wearing a grey shoal. She stood up and walked over beside Harry.
Hermione looked at her friend in a very disgusting manner, like they have never known each other for half of their lives.
"What are you playing at, Ron?" Hermione hissed at him. Ron licked his lips and looked at Hermione straight in the eye.
"Nothing," Ron declared. Hermione stared at him then turned to look at Scrimengour. Just in time, Percy came in with a vial in a hand.
"Okay, Mr. Weasley, I know you haven't been under very good service since you arrive here. Percy asked us to give you a proper lunch and he asked if it could be now." Scrimengour motioned two ladies carrying carts to give Ron his well deserved food. As usual, Ron ate heartily, not realizing tension from every corner of the room.
"Now, where were we?" Scrimengour asked, his face broke into a very unfamiliar smile.
"I was lying about playing at nothing," Ron stated, his face contorted in outrage.
"Really, so were you under the Imperious Curse when you attacked Mrs. Malfoy?" Everyone looked at Ron expecting him to repeat what he just said.
"No," The whole courtroom gasped at his statement. Scribbles and whispers erupted once again. Mrs. Weasley cried harder while Ginny stood up swiftly and left the room.
"Silence!" Scrimengour yelled through the crowd. The murmurs died down but the scribbling kept on coming.
"Now, what are you trying to say?" He asked Ron who looked very much like throwing his intestines out.
"Isn't it obvious? I planned everything out, from making Harry plan a get together and him leaving us, although Kingsley's appearance was not really planned. I asked Ginny to apparate and tell him to go with her or something. But Kingsley came and my sister was saved from lying.
"I magically turned my drink to butterbeers so I won't get drunk. When she finally had enough I asked the pub owner to give us a room. That's when I-" He suddenly felt his left cheek sting.
"How could you! After all these years! And you even dragged Ginny into this!" Hermione was very furious she didn't even bother wiping the angry tears away. All she wanted to do is hurt Ron as badly as she could.
Hermione was preparing for a second assault when someone held her from her waist, embracing her from the back. She froze as she contemplated who the person could be. Trauma from the night out came rushing into her. She felt warm steady breaths over her shoulder.
"Shh… Calm down," whispered the one behind her. She noticed the platinum blonde strands of hair that flowed down the face of the person. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Draco kissed her cheek as he led her to a seated. After she has seated, he wiped her tears with a white handkerchief.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked her in a very soothing voice Hermione haven't heard from him in a while.
"Have you forgiven me?" She asked looking up at him; eyebrows drawn together in an effect that made her look vulnerable and regretting.
"You need not my forgiveness. I have already forgiven you even before you commit any mistake." Draco stated, tucking a brown curl behind her ear and kissing her softly on the lips.
Hermione enveloped him in a tight embrace, crying over his shoulder; saying, in a very inaudible manner, her sorry and thanks. All Draco did was hugging her back tightly and whisper his own sorry.
"Now, we've heard enough," Scrimengour boomed after the dramatic display and their conference.
"The Wizengamot has sentenced you, Ronald Weasley, to a Dementor's Kiss TODAY AT THIS VERY MOMENT!" Scrimengour shouted atop the thunderous protests and agreement of the people inside that courtroom. The Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were not happy although they already knew the consequences of their son's actions. Hermione looked apologetically at them and to Harry. She stood up and walked over to them, Draco closely followed her.
"Mrs. Weasley, I…I'm sorry," It was all Hermione could say. Mrs. Weasley was not at all furious with her. She too looked apologetic.
"I'm sorry too, dear. I don't know what happened to Ron and Ginny. I tried raising them in what I think is right, it turns out I was wrong." Molly Weasley said staring at the floor.
"Don't be ridiculous, Molly! It's not your fault they wanted to do those things! It's in their will! They wanted to be that way! You're a great mother, Molly. Don't ever tell yourself otherwise." Hermione embraced her as she said this. Arthur Weasley, Harry and the twins agreed with her.
"My wife is right Molly. You're a great person, wife mother and friend. Don't let yourself be put down by such things." Draco told her. Molly smiled at her kindly.
"Thank you, dear."
At that moment, coldness was felt in the four walls of the courtroom. They felt sorrow flowing in their veins as a Dementor entered the room. Ron tried getting out of his shackles but to no avail. The Dementor slowly sucked Ron's happiness, gliding from side to side as if playing over Ron's thoughts. Ron looked in pain. Struggling to get out. Every memory of him with the Quidditch team of Gryffindor, the Auror training with Harry, the nights spent with Hermione.
"I…love…you…'Mione….." was Ron's last words. Hermione had not expected this. She looked at him, straight at his blue eyes. "I forgive you, Ron,"
"Sorry Mum, Dad," And he was dead. His soul was not sucked by the Dementor. It was like what dying people do, give up. He gave up his life rather than have his soul sucked by some Dementor. He'd rather have his soul intact and be able to see his loved ones from the heavens than to be feared for.
The Dementor left as quickly as it came. Molly, Arthur, and the twins all hugged Ron's corpse.
"The Wizengamot has also decided that the accomplice, Ginerva Weasley will be sentenced to fifteen years on Azkaban prison." Scrimengour concluded.
The trial ended that day; Scrimengour apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley while Ginny was nowhere to be found in the Ministry. She has escaped them and no one knows where she went.
It was now Jayze's birthday. Everyone in the Malfoy Manor was busy preparing for last minute adjustments for an extravagant birthday party for Jayze. All of their friends were about to come. In there busyness they had not noticed an uninvited guest come in (a/n: they must have been soooo busy for the people in MALFOY MANOR not to notice). The woman proceeded to Jayze's room where, right enough, Jayze was playing contentedly.
"Gin-i!" Jayze exclaimed happily. He crawled to her and Ginny picked him up.
"Happy birthday Jayze," Ginny sneered.
Ding-Dong!
The doorbell chimed as guests waited outside the heavily protected doors of Malfoy Manor. Hermione opened the front door as Draco fixed his hair.
"Will you get over your hair? The guests are here!" Hermione hissed at her husband grinning wildly. She really missed these times when she could just tell him off or make fun of him.
"Love, unlike you, I care for my appearance." He smirked and walked towards the door facing her. He held the handle and before Hermione could retort he already welcomed the guests.
"Good morning, Brown, glad you could make it." He shook hands with Lavender and smiled. After Lavender passed he stuck his tongue out.
"You do know I'll get back at you, right?" Hermione told him and Draco feigned fear.
"Oh no! What could the brilliant Granger do to me now?" He chuckled but Hermione didn't even smile.
"Thanks for calling me brilliant but I am not Granger,"
"What! Where did you bring Hermione? Who are you? Give her back!" Draco exclaimed making every guests in the party hall turn and look at them both. Hermione smacked him in the head saying "Are you dense? I'm not a Granger because I'm a Malfoy! Stupid! Stupid!"
"Oh," was his only reaction. The people in the room laughed.
"Why! Oh, Why have I been so on love with this person?" Hermione cried out looking up at the ceiling.
"Because," And Draco dipped her making their faces so close to each other. Then, he kissed her. It was like a three minute kiss, as if no one was watching them.
"I am a good kisser," He said airily. All their guests, including Harry and the remaining Weasleys clapped at them happily. After the loud applause, one clapping was still heard.
"How touching." Ginny walked in front of the couple.
"Ginny," Harry said.
"How could you have fun when my brother just died!" Ginny accused everyone, pinpointing her family, Harry, Hermione and Draco.
"And you! How could you do such a thing? After all you've been through, you were able to stomach him being sentenced to death and still live happy? You are the worst person I have ever known!"
"You're the one to talk, Ginerva. You have known me since forever but still you planned along your brother to rape me!" Hermione answered back. Ginny just shook her head and laughed maniacally.
"Now, you will know how it feels for your brother to be dead by your son's death!" She exclaimed. Out of thin air, Jayze appeared in Ginny's hands. He looked confused. Ginny held out her wand and was about to say the killing curse when Jayze grabbed it from her. He pointed the wand at Ginny amd muttered something.
"Papa ashta!" Jayze shouted and chuckled. A cerulean light appeared from the tip of the wand and hit Ginny square in the chest. As soon as it hit her, her face became blank, expressionless. She was as good as demented.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was invited in the party, grabbed hold of Ginny and apparated to the ministry.
"Hermone, I'm so sorry for everything." Harry apologized. He embraced her and kissed her cheek.
"That's okay, Harry, I'm sorry too." She caressed his hand with her fingers. As soon as she let go of it, she picked Jayze up and turned to Draco.
"What have you been teaching our son?" She snapped.
"Nothing!" Draco honestly said.
"Oh no! My child already knows the Dark Arts! I will hate you Draco Malfoyif he falls under Slytherin!" She fakely spat.
Draco's friends from Slytherin all said "Hey!" But laughed as they all know it was meant as a joke.
All problems were lost that day. A birthday well celebrated. A happy couple well loved. A family that's rich, not only in terms of money but also in love.
THE END
A/N: Wow. It's done. Sorry it took so long. I hope you liked the ending. Thanks to all my avid readers! I hope i didn't disappoint you...Huhuhu... See you soon, i hope still. Left unsaid may take more time. I am sorry. Please read it and tell me any suggestions you have in mind. Thanks a lot to you all! And, seeing that this is the last chapter, PLEASE REVIEW. Sorry for the grammar. I can't seem to keep up with it. Thanks again for reading and supporting this fic! THANK YOU! Now, may you submit a REVIEW? THANKS!
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