Draco Malfoy:
Walking down an alley dominated of dusk, I reached to a certain few yards where I'd place my palm over a series of bricks that were neatly confined together.After saying a series of words that collaborated and conjoined into a single spell, I kicked my foot against the surface and then finding myself stepping through the once solid wall. Following through, I found myself in an office I've once been before.
The office resembled the Headmaster's Office when Dumbledore was in power for Hogwarts. It wasn't mangled, nor was it lopsided and crammed with random belongings belonged to the resident or not. The place held up in an organized manner, round with a spiral staircase, leading to the top from the center. I heard a few hoots from beside me. I looked to see a very irritable snow owl. At first I thought Hedwig, but it's obvious this wasn't Potter's owl he had since first year of Hogwarts. What a pitty.
I followed the staircase while looking up to see the rest of the room I failed to notice in my last visit. While noticing Potter's absence, I began to toil with the random objects within my reach and removing books from its shelf to observe its cover. I turned away from the curved shelves to find the old tattered invisibility cloak hung on an oak rack. The rack jolts up as if it was caught dozing off into slumber while on its feet. I jerked back in surprise, finding my back against an unknown surface.
"Malfoy" Said a voice from behind me. I quickly twisted my head and then my body, finding part of my face being reflected by a circular piece of glass.
"Potter." I say to the figure. Then, without thinking I tell him "I thought you were out."
"Still getting yourself in trouble, I see." He tells me with a sarcastic tone.
Ever now I loathe you. For simply saving Hogwarts and possibly all of the Wizarding World, will still not grant you the respect of everyone you come across to. I'm not your friend, Potter, now stop embarrassing yourself.
"About Tom," I tell him.
"I think it's better if we don't speak of his name." I turned around to see the rack had already scurried off from my presence. I assume it didn't like me very much. Harry must've been talking to his house implements lately without Granger and Weasley around for company.
Anyways. I followed him through the circular office, halting before a shallow stone basin. I look over it to see a small pool of silverish liquid with a layer of cold gas that hovered over and around it.
Potter pulls his wand from the inside of his coat.
"This may hurt a bit." I suddenly felt as if my brain was being pulled and tugged from my ear. A string of light was pulled by his wand and into a vial which made it into a liquid that was poured into the basin.
Walking into the flat, I tossed my satchel on to the dining table which resulted in a sudden heavy thud. I could hear numerous noises from the the salon. Intended to seek its source, I discovered that Crabbe and Goyle were only immersed in their pointless daily indulgence of the telly. From either the sound of my footsteps tapping against the wooden floor, or the possible reflection of the screen, the two turned to look at me.
"Malfoy. You've got to watch this." Says Goyle. Both of their expressions indicated some form of uneasiness. I became worried. "What do you mean?"
They both turned their heads back towards to the telly as their body of lard shifted towards the end of the sofa. With my eyes fixed onto the screen, I made my way towards the space they left for me.
I gazed at the screen completely astonished. I tell them, "this is the Wizarding Wireless Network News." None of them answered. After a few random segments of a world no longer much relevant to my living, my attention clung to a familiar face.
"War heroine, Hermione Granger has been spotted at Wizengamot. From an anonymous source, it is apparent that the two wedded heroes of the Wizarding World, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley may have been experiencing a nasty split." Says the anchor.
Dozen flares of light occurred among a bustling crowd of meddlesome journalist and shutterbugs. It wasn't long before the victims of the entire affair appeared on the screen.
The two were rushed out of the courtroom. Upon their arrival to an open door of a vehicle, Ron's hand were gripped tight around Granger's arm, whom struggled to escape it.
I heard the sound of a clunk and a turn. After a series of footsteps that went along a trail around the flat I hear a 'hey" from behind me. Without a thought, I jolted up with my body towards her.
Pathetic.
She just looks at me with a scrunched up look and a shuddering head that questioned of what my problem was by my sudden pointless act. I just stared at her without a word slipping from my mouth. Giving off an irritable demeanour, she rolls her eyes and leaves the room. With the two idiots still watching us, I shout "Granger" and then following her towards the kitchen where she began to prepare the kettle.
"Granger," I say again. She continues with her business by disregarding my voice. I pull her by the arm and then a sudden stream of color came across my eyes, thrusting my face to the side. An abrupt pain shot through my right cheek bone and my face falls forward into my hands.
"Draco!" She shouts holding me up. Not the first this had happened…
"Draco, all you alright?"
"Bloody hell! What'd you do that for you?" I questioned. She turned around to turn the burner off and grabs her purse. "I'm sorry… I'm really… sorry." She rushes out and I follow her.
"Hermione." I say to her. I grab her by the shoulder, but I yank back. "What happened?"
"Nothing." She says, using her sleeves to catch the tears before they fell over her cheeks.
"Hermione." I say again. She stops and stands in front of me, uncontrol of her emotions, she just drops her purse. I approached her slowly, weary of another blow. I let myself hold her hands that remained loose as she began to cough tears. With my face not too far from hers, I ask her again.
"What happened?" She doesn't respond. Her right hand goes up to wipe her tears, but I grab it. Pulling the sleeve up, a bruise banded around her arm reveals and her light weeps that she tried to hold back becomes bawling. I let my grip loosen and she falls forward with her arms wrapped around my waist and her face drenching my shirt. My arms wrapped her as I dug my face by her ear.
"I promised you, remember?"
Hermione Granger:
I.
We stood outside the door that led into the courtroom.
Draco took my hand.
"The thoughts of others has become more and more futile," he sneers as he expressed a very repulsed look upon his face. The way the upper corner of lips curled up, discerned me into being reminded of how everybody recognized him as.
"Doesn't anyone have anything else to do? They should mind their own bloody business, that's what." He continues with a very snide tone. I grabbed his arm and whispered with my head down.
"Stop it." I tell him. His opposite hand comes across to touch mines, but I let go, dropping my hand to my side.
"If there so gratified by preoccupying themselves with trivial events entirely irrelevant to their own lives-." He looks at me with a bit of a smirk. "Why disappoint?" He grabs my hand.
"Are you daft?" I question. We walked towards the eyes of the paparazzi. Squeezing Draco's hand, we walked to our seats at the plaintiff's desk, and quietly sat down.
The door swings open to show Ron, his mouth snarls when he spots our linked hands. I look at my feet, the feeling of horror washed over me.
This will not end well for me, I thought to myself. Not like this, not when everyone's mind is closed into the past of Draco's childhood and his affiliation with the Death Eaters, and most importantly... the Dark Lord.
"All rise," the bailiff announced. I stand up with Draco beside me. My knees trembled uncontrollably as if they were to give in at any moment.
"Wizengamot is now in session. Judge Pembroke is now proceeding. You all may be seated." The bailiff assured as the Judge approached her desk in front of us. I was relieved. Through,
I felt Draco squeeze my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"This is a follow up hearing of the divorce between Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley." She states.
"Draco Malfoy, please approach the bench." Letting go of my hand, he walks up to the bench.
"Mr. Malfoy, please explain how you and the plaintiff first came into contact." I examined Draco as he took in a deep breath.
"First year at Hogwarts, your honour."
"I've come to understanding of this already. Let me clarify. When were you and Hermione Granger first in contact, under romantic, or possibly sexual mutual terms?" Draco's eyebrow cocks up.
"Excuse me?"
"Just answer the bloody question." Shouts Ron from behind the Defendant side. My head shifts back to Judge Pembroke when I heard the word order shout from her mouth.
"I have never been in any romantic mutual terms with Granger." He says audaciously. I must admit, I took to some offence to his remark.
"-as far as I am aware of." He continues.
"Objection!" Ron jumped as his hand slams against the desk, but Pembroke sticks her index finger towards him and points downward for him to sit down. Overruled.
"But- Granger and I have been reacquainted on August thirty… first." The judge looked at him, her eyes glaring down at Draco.
"Is it true you are a former Death Eater? That you've served under the Dark Lord, assigned to committing the act of using one the Unforgivable curses on the former headmaster of Hogwarts?" Draco's smug expression suddenly drops.
"Yes, your honor." His voice was trembling.
"How are you not sentenced to Azkaban?"
"I-" The door flies open and the heads of the crowd swung to its source. Pembroke straightened her position, "Potter?"
"Allow me to explain." He says strutting down the aisles. Whispers overwhelmed the room. He halted in front of her. "Your Honor." Pembroke nodded, allowing him to continue.
"On June of 1998 after graduating from our 7th year Hogwarts, as you should recall, it was agreed for all minor of under specified terms were free from imprisonment, as long as they were stripped from their magic and grounded into the Muggle Worlds while being monitored. Draco, along with a few of his companions were an exception by a compromised decision made by them and myself," says Harry.
"The head auror officer." He emphasized.
"What is this compromised decision you've made between Mr. Malfoy and yourself?" Harry, with his hand at his side, raises it, "Serpensortia,"
A snake is thrown from the tip of his wand and struggles a bit as it hit the ground. Shouts came out all at once, and then it was silent.
It begins to hiss as its head swung to its own rhythm. The head shifts and it's now facing Pembroke. A sheer horror and shock came upon her.
"Potter. I demand you to remove that vile creature immediately." She says, with a bit of stutter. Harry stood back. His mouth moved and sound of hissing came out from him.
Parseltongue, I thought. Impossible.
Harry swings his body around with his wand pointed at the crowd and shouts Immobulus. The entire crowd jerks up, except for one.
"Malfoy." He says to Draco. In some sort of shock, his head jerks towards Harry's direction.
"Can you help me out a bit?" Asked Harry. Draco's eyes examined the room as every eye was focused on him. He struggled through the aisle. People began to part as he approached the man Harry casted the spell upon.
My jaw tightens.
Draco approaches the man whom trembled in place.
"Evanesco". His entire body vaporizes into a dark cloud that escaped through the cracks in the roof. The entire crowd awes.
Harry turns his attention away from Draco and faces the snake, but he doesn't point his wand. He began hissing to it again and it slithers away. The crowd steps away into the opposite side of the room.
"This is madness. I want you and this snake to leave the court immediately." Shouts Pembroke. The snake jerks back and approached her again, but faster. She rushes backwards and it makes a menacing hiss.
"Mr. Potter!" She shouts.
From behind me, I could hear others whispering their pesky assumptions. Not again, I thought. Everyone in this room is going to think Harry is causing this. He has to have a plan, he must.
Judge Pembroke is backed up against the wall at this point.
Harry's still hissing, but it refuses to listening. His eyes began to examine the room. His wand then points towards Pembroke and hundreds of gasps overwhelmed the room. I jolt back.
"Expelliarmus!" He yells as Pembroke's eyes widened in a sudden fear.
*Part II. Will Be Posted Soon.*