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Chapter X

1 week...

"Hi. I know you can't hear me. It's been a week since we last talked. I came to tell you that the first part of the trial was held. Ron is innocent. He was questioned under the Veritaserum, he couldn't have lied. The trial is postponed for now... I wish they would catch your attacker Hermione. Even though Ron isn't one of my favourite people I'm glad that it wasn't him... I couldn't live with the knowledge that my brother's a killer... I know you must be happy too, knowing that you didn't marry a murderer. Oh Hermione... So much is going on. Harry's back you know. He came back to Britain just for you. Malfoy's on the verge of exploding. Harry gets on his nerves so much that he looks like he swallowed a broom all the time. They're funny to watch. Harry visits you every day. And it seems that every time he's here Malfoy is too. I think Malfoy comes here just to start a fight with him. He wants Harry to fight back but he just ignores him, you know? Harry's grown so much since we last saw him. Do I talk too much? Look, if I talk too much just tell me ok? No? Well, ok then. So as I was saying Harry's really an adult now. So is Malfoy... I mean, he acts civilly enough to us. The Weasleys, I mean. I wish you could see mum's face when he introduced himself. It was so funny. Dad's eyes almost fell out. Anyway... Do you remember..."

2 weeks...

"... and then we went to the shop and we tried to invent something new, but Fred couldn't concentrate because he was planning his honeymoon in his head, and I couldn't concentrate either cause my mind is still on you and when you wake up, and we were so engrossed in our own thoughts that..."

"...yeah. You're right. We shouldn't have done something as dangerous, but we only realised it after the huge BANG that had us flying to the walls. You should've been there you would tell us to stop when we could... What did you say? Ah, yes, I know we wouldn't listen to you anyways, but it's nice thinking that you could've been there with us..."

3 weeks...

"... and then Ginny said that she will take Fireball for the time you're sleeping, because I couldn't take much care of her when I always either at the shop or here with you. I don't even sleep there anymore you know? It's so empty without you. What was that? Ah yes... about that... Would you like to move in with me? What? Yes I know we're living together but I mean like forever-move in not I'm-gonna-move-out-as-soon-as-I-can-move in. You'll think about that? That's nice..."

4 weeks...

"... you know she really misses you, she meows all the time and she's not the same anymore. Hell, no one is the same anymore. You've been out for so long. Where are you Hermione...? Where are you?"

"Be quiet Mr. Flower! He can't find us! That's what hide and seek is all about!!" Hermione crouched behind a small bush and looked at the bear who was combing through the bushes at the other side of the meadow. She giggled. "I think he won't find us Mr. Flower. I think we won." She smiled happily and continued to peep through the branches.

"Where are you?" the bear asked.

"Shhh. Mr. Flower. We won't say anything. Let him search until he finds us on his own..."

5 weeks...

"They scheduled the second part of the trial for the next week. There will be new witnesses you know. Lavender Brown and Colin Creevey. I'm sure you know him; he was that little kid with a camera that was stalking Harry at school. Now he's a reporter. It was him who wrote that article about the reception... Stupid brat... I wonder how much Ron paid him to write that shit... I was here yesterday and I saw Harry and Malfoy having their usual conversation again meaning Malfoy was firing insults and Harry just smirked. It really is quite funny to watch Malfoy being defeated repeatedly. What? Hahaha! Yes I would love to see that when we were at Hogwarts too. You're absolutely right. Harry wasn't that mature then... Malfoy's really angry at him because Harry's suspicion that someone was framing Ron by using Polyjuice proved to be true... It makes him even angrier and even more frustrated. Recently he..."

Oh, yes... he did miss their talks.

"Come on lady! Where are you? I miss you! Where did you hide? Come out! I've had enough of this game!" The bear was still searching and he still couldn't find her. "Come on! You didn't go to the woods did you?"

She giggled. Of course she didn't. The meadow was much nicer than the dark woods. Besides, Mr. Flower needed light, and there was no light in the woods. Who would choose darkness when there was such a bright, sunshiny day on the meadow? Mr. Flower certainly wouldn't!

"State your name, age and marital status."

"Colin Creevey, 23, unmarried"

"What is your profession?"

"I work as a reporter for the Daily Prophet." Colin still was the nervous hyper-active boy he was at school. He was only half as tall as the average person and unbelievably skinny. He looked at the floor when he answered the old wizard.

"What can you tell us about recent events?"

"Not that much... I'm not really interested in that kind of stuff..."

"But you did write an article concerning Mrs. and Mr. Weasley's affairs, didn't you?" Colin squirmed in his seat.

"Well... That is true, but I only did it out of my finance problems... I wasn't taking sides out of my own will... I just wrote what he wanted me to write..."

"He, meaning whom?"

"Ronald Weasley. But believe me, I don't know anything more. Just that he didn't really seem like a killer type, and I don't know if he has any enemies that would like to frame him out of spite."

"That would be all Mr. Creevey."

"State your name, age and marital status"

"Lavender Brown, 24, single" She sounded like a very self-confident young woman. She sat proudly never missing the judge's eyes.

"What is your profession?"

"I'd rather not say." She smiled seductively at the older wizard. Ron stared at her as if she was an alien.

"You are in front of the Wizengamot Madam! You are not to chose which questions to answer and which to omit!" The man growled at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"I am... You can call me a... lady of pleasure." She smiled exactly like one would imagine women of her kind smiling. Ron's jaw dropped.

"WHAT?!" He shouted and she just smirked at him.

"Mr. Weasley, please refrain from shouting and remain seated." The judge didn't even give him a warning now. He could feel compassion for the man. It's not every day that you find out your lover is a... "Am I to understand that you are a prostitute, Miss Brown?"

"If you like to use those colloquial words..." Ron couldn't believe what he was hearing. He sat and watched the circus again, his mouth agape.

"What were you doing on the afternoon of the 30th January 2004?"

"Working." The wizards looked at her with revulsion. She didn't seem to mind.

"Can anyone confirm it?"

"Sir, do you seriously think I remember their faces? I try to think about something else usually... Like a new dress or a different haircut."

"Like flowers maybe?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, flowers too, every woman likes flowers."

Malfoy was watching the trial without much interest until he noticed something shiny on Lavender's wrist. He remembered something... Could it be?

"What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Weasley?" Lavender smirked again.

"We're fucking." What?! I thought she was my girlfriend! What the hell? Ron's jaw dropped even lower.

"Miss Brown please do refrain from using foul language in the court. This is your first warning." The judge admonished her. "When was the last time you have seen Mrs. Weasley?"

"In November. She walked in on us."

"Did you talk to her then?"

"No I didn't."

"That will be all for now, Miss Brown." The judge was about to give his final speech when someone cleared his throat. The wizard looked around and saw that Draco Malfoy was standing. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Your Honour, may I question the witness?"

"Why is that Mr. Malfoy?"

"I am the victim's lawyer and I feel the need to clear a few things."

"Well. Feel free to." Malfoy went down the little stairs to the table where the evidence was stored. He took the pictures into his hands and placed them in his pocket. Then he walked over to Lavender.

"May I see your hand Miss?" Lavender lifted her hand slowly. He took it into his and chuckled.

"Mr. Malfoy. Is there a reason for your actions?" The judge asked impatiently. "I thought you wanted to question the witness." Draco turned around and smiled at the judge.

"There's no need to question anyone. I have found the culprit." The judge encouraged him to continue. "The first minute I've set my eyes on those pictures I knew something was off." He charmed the pictures to grow much bigger and floated them into the air for everyone to see. "At first I couldn't put my hand on it but it dawned on me today when I saw Miss Brown's hand." Everybody's eyes turned to Lavender's hand still being held by Draco's. Malfoy sighed after nothing happened. They still don't get it... "Could you please look at the watch, sirs and madams?" Then it dawned on them. Malfoy turned to the woman.

"Seriously Brown... Such inattention. To forget to change it. Men don't look good with women's watches."

Ron was still numb. He was watching the scenes playing before him and couldn't believe any of them... Lavander? But...

"Why...?" He whispered.

Brown looked at him and laughed.

"You pathetic little shit. It's your entire fault. Do you know how it is to be the second one?! Do you?! And then she found out! I thought you'd just let her go like any normal man would've done, but no! Your fucking pride didn't allow you, did it?! You treated me like scum for the last four months, thinking about Hermione and her little divorce. Well screw you! I thought I'd get her out of the way and kill two birds with one stone. She – a dead body, you – an outlaw with life sentence." She looked at Malfoy and spat at him. "You just had to be so fucking observant, hadn't you? Why did you even care? It's not like you're friends with any of them is it?!" She was trying to wriggle out of the guard's grasp, but she wasn't strong enough. Malfoy wiped the spit from his face and smirked at her. "I'm not friends with you either, am I?"

Everyone watched as screaming Lavender was being led out by the guards and Draco felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Weasley.

"I... thank you, Malfoy...If not for yo..."

"Shut the fuck up Weasley. And get your dirty hands of me. I didn't do it for you so fuck off."

"But I need to tell you something..."

"I don't need to hear it. That is final. Goodbye." He walked away, leaving Ron in the middle of the chamber.

Ron sighed. Great. Now he'll have to write to the fucking bastard.

Six Weeks...

"... He really did do it you know? Malfoy. He noticed it. But seriously, Lavender Brown of all people... Can you believe it? Yeah, me neither..."

"What are you saying Mr. Poppy? Why shouldn't I talk to Mrs. Lavender?" She looked at the flower intently. "What do you mean she's bad? She smells so nice! And the colour is just heavenly!" Hermione laughed and looked at the small clump of lavender near the edge of the forest. "It looks completely unthreatening to me..."

End of Chapter XV