A/N: ATTENTION! READ THIS BEFORE YOU START READING THE CHAPTER!

Unfortunately, I felt that to get my point across I should put the "A word." I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable reading the story though, so I'm warning you now. It only says "arse," but if you feel that you shouldn't read the story anymore because of it, I quite understand. I'm going to change the rating as well. The language in this story WILL NOT become anymore vulgar language. I'm sorry if you can't read it anymore. The last thing I want to do is upset anyone. I'm sorry.

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FLASHBACK

I'm sitting at the table, absently tapping it. This is the interview I'm worried about. Draco Malfoy. The egotistical prat I went to school with. I doubt he'd answer any of my questions. I had tried to get Kingsley to take him off my interview list, but he insisted that it was necessary. Necessary my arse.

The door opens, and in comes my arch enemy. He easily glides in, but he doesn't have the same swagger he had from our school days. He doesn't have hand cuffs, but the guards are right behind him. He sits down, and they wait for me to dismiss them. At least that's what I think they're doing.

In Russian, I speak. "You may go now." I wave them off.

"We're suppose to stay with him." I recognize the one that spoke as one that brought both Lucius and Narcissa to me. The other was a different one. This man was seriously annoying me now. I shook my head and sighed.

"And I'M supposed to conduct these interviews with only two people in the room. The person I'm interviewing and myself. You are neither. Now get out." They did as I said, and it was silent for a moment.

"Well, Granger, long time no see." Malfoy said.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile, and said, "Yes." I looked at my papers and read the first question to myself. Before I could read it aloud, he spoke.

"I won't be answering any of your questions, Granger, so I wouldn't even bother asking."

I sighed. "I know. But I had to try. Thanks for the heads up though." I set my paper back down and closed my eyes. It had been a long day, and ending with an uncooperative Malfoy, didn't help. I felt myself starting to fall asleep, but before I could entirely succumb to the slumber, he spoke again.

"Don't go to sleep. I'd have nothing to entertain me but your snoring for an entire hour." I could hear the smirk on his face.

"Well, Malfoy, I've had a rather long day asking your parents questions, and I'm tired. If you're not going to answer questions, I see nothing better to do than sleep. And I do NOT snore!" I said without opening my eyes.

"See? You don't need to ask me questions. You got the whole thing from my parents." he said.

"I tried playing that card with Shacklebolt, but he didn't buy it. I'll just tell him you were being uncooperative. Which you are." I told him with a smug look on my face.

"And I'LL tell him you didn't ask me a thing." he said.

"What makes you think he'll believe you over me?" I asked. He frowned at that.

"Touché, Granger." was his reply. I smiled at that. "Wipe that look off your face, Granger." that just made the smile wider.

"Are you insinuating that I, Hermione Granger- Mudblood know-it-all- got the upper hand against Draco Malfoy- Pureblooded arse?" I laughed.

"I don't talk like that anymore, Granger. And I'm not an arse." he grumbled.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned into the table. "Prove it."

He sighed. "I don't know what you want me to say. I absolutely hate my father. I dont want anything to do with him. I was forced to become a Death Eater. Not only was my father forcing me, Voldemort threatened to kill my mother if I did kill Dumbledore." he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. "I can't wait for this nightmare to be over." he whispered to himself, but I heard him. I frowned. Then I did something I never though I'd do. I offered Draco Malfoy help.

"Malfoy, I don't know what you're going through. But if you just want to talk to someone without them talking back, you can talk to me." I told him.

He scoffed. "Me? Need a Muggleborns help? Ha!"

I held up my hands in surrender. " I figured you'd say something of the sort, but I'm still putting it out there for you."

He frowned. Then he got up and walked out the door. Apparently, the guards didn't lock it for this interview. I sighed and gathered my papers. Next thing I know, I'm in my hotel room. I was so tired, I didn't even remember apparating. Boy, was I lucky I didn't get splinched!

END FLASHBACK

I look around the room. Everyone looks a little bored now, even Ginny.

"Not the most exciting part of the story, huh?" I chuckle.

"Pretty much." Harry says.

"What happened to them all? What sentence did Kingsley give to them?" Ginny asked.

"Lucius got forty-five years in Askaban and a divorce from Narcissa. She got he majority of his money. Narcissa got a year of house arrest, which she took gratefully. She knew she'd done wrong, and paid for her mistakes. Draco wasn't as easy. He also had a year of house arrest. He kept escaping though, and we had to have someone there at all times. It had just been wards that would only let the people inside do certain spells, and nothing more. And you couldn't get out, unless authorized. Draco found a way around it somehow. He still hasn't told me what he did." I say, smiling to myself.

"With good reason." a familiar voice said from the next room. Ron jumped up and pulled out his wand. Draco came into the room smiling, and then he frowned when he saw Ron's wand. "Put that thing away, Weasely. Nothing's attacking." he told him.

Ron lowered his wand about an inch before shouting, "Where's the children? What've you done to them?"

Draco looked to Harry and Ginny. "I hope it's alright. They were being quite a handful, so I took them to my Aunt 'Dromeda's to play with Teddy. I stayed there for a while, but she told me to come back. I thought I'd see how things were going. How far did you get?" he said, saying the last sentence to me.

"That's fine. The boys have been itching to see Teddy anyway. He tells them about Hogwarts. She just got done telling us about the interview she had with you." Ginny told him.

"Oh. So I got here just in time. Are you gonna be okay for this part?" he asked, putting a comforting hand on my arm.

"Yeah. I'll be fine." I said.

Ron had put his wand away and say back down. "What part?" he asked.

I grimaced. "The part about finding my parents."