"I had gotten an owl last week, from my father. He moved to Italy with my mum years ago, in a house we've always had but never used until now. He wanted to 'get away from it all', as he put it. So he and my mother agreed on it and they left me with money and the Manor. While he was still in England, he'd pester me about finding a wife. When he left he assumed I would fine one. However, he noticed that he hadn't recieved any sort of news, such as a wedding invitation, about me. He wrote down a large lecture on how I needed to get married because I needed a heir and all that.
"I know what you are probably thinking. I am married. Well," He swallowed hard. "I was. I married Luna three years ago and I had purposefully 'forgotten' to tell him about my marriage to her. He would never approve. 'A disgrace to the Malfoy name,' he'd say. 'A half blood traitor for a grandchild. You cannot be my son if you stay married to this dirt.' Anyways, after skimming through the lecture, I noticed a little note. It said that he had arranged for me to meet up-or in his sight, have a date- with Astoria Greengrass. I refused Pansy Parkinson. I refused Daphne. So he resorted to Daphne's sister. I was to meet her at an old office building that was never used, to give us privacy.
"Well, I went to tell her that I was married. I got at the designated place, and she wasn't there. She finally came ten minutes late, looking scared. I asked her what was wrong. She said that our fathers were trying to get us married when she was secretly married. I told her I was in the same situation. We talked, and figured out a plan.
"Our plan was simple: we would pretend to have a big row. Then we would be cross with one another, and we wouldn't be good together. We would leave and go on with our lives, agreeing about not telling the other's family about their marriage. The two of us decided it was a solid plan, and we went through with it. There was even a few reporters who saw us and asked a few questions. My marriage is quiet, so it's not like they could leak anything to my father.
"Well, it worked. We said our good-byes and left. She to her home, and I to a bakery to get some breakfast and a treat to take home to Luna. I had the day off and was planning on spending some time with her." His voice broke. So much for those plans.
"I was eating when the aurors came. At first I was confused. I thought that my father had convinced an old friend to take me to his home to talk. I thought he found out about Luna. But I got to the Ministry, and I realized that even my father couldn't get those three aurors to do his bidding. My confusion mounted. And you know the rest." He finished.
Kingsley and Potter were silent. They had solemn faces.
"So it wasn't you," Harry said softly.
Draco looked at him, eyebrows slightly raised. "You seriously thought it was me? I could never do that, especially to Luna."
Harry looked down.
"Well that certainly helps," Kingsley finally said. "You're sure you're telling the truth?"
Draco still couldn't believe that they thought he would do such a thing. He wasn't like that. Typical Malfoy/Death Eater stereotype. He looked up and met Kingsley's eyes. He knew what the older man saw. Pain, grief, hurt.
"Now what?" Potter asked after a long silence.
Kingsley sighed. "Now we find the killer."
A/N: So there's the story! This is a short chapter, I'm sorry, I didn't want too much in it, there will be more to come! Maybe 3-4 more chapters. I like writing this story, and I hope you guys enjoy reading! Please tell me in a review! Thanks! XD