| ||Rating: Mature||Story Reviews: 657|
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, George, Ginny
Genre(s): Mystery, Romance
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
First Published: 2009.11.13
Last Published Chapter: 2014.06.27
Last Updated: 2014.06.27
Favorite Story Of: 469 users
| ||Advisory: Strong violence, Scenes of a sexual nature, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme|
A passionate night with a former lover, mixed a heinous murder, can only lead to trouble. Now Hermione Granger must decide: watch Draco Malfoy be sentenced to a crime he didn't committ, or expose secrets from their past to save his life? Mind blowing banner by chernabog rising @ TDA!
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|1||Introduction: The Trial of Draco Malfoy
Between Hermione’s important job at the ministry as Head of the Regulation and Control Magical Creatures Department, and planning a large wedding with Ron, the mess in her living room hadn’t had much of an effect on her.
“And when I say Department of International Magical Cooperation, I am speaking specifically of the fabulous Head of the department, my close colleague Draco Malfoy.”
|4||Engagement Parties, Dinner Dates, and Worries
Hermione, wedged between Harry and Ron, listened half-heartedly to their Quidditch talk. Even with the fun she was having tonight, the thought of her upcoming meeting with Draco was a constant nagging in her head.
|5||A Reunion of "Old Friends"
Ron lifted his hands to gesture has he spoke.
|6||One Costly Mistake
“What are we doing Draco?” she whispered. He sighed, lifting a hand to hold her face.
|7||A Victim of Circumstance
There was an eerie silence in the corridor, and the stale air seemed different. In an attempt to calm himself, Draco scolded his thoughts in his head. Relax. Terence is probably working this very minute. He just wanted to leave the doors open.
|8||The Murder of Terence Fletcher
“Hermione, Terence Fletcher was murdered.”
|9||He Couldn't Have Done It
Hermione had known Draco better than anyone else, and she believed that there was not a murderous sight within him.
|10||A Glimpse of Hope
A new wizard comes forth, and he is ready to help Draco Malfoy
|11||It All Comes Crashing Down
Hermione was gasping for air now, and her face was as pale as a ghost. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably as she grabbed the table for support.
Everything had finally fit into place, yet it was all falling apart. Draco was sitting in the solitude of a prison cell unjustly; he was innocent. The memory of his face haunted her very existence.
“Draco, I will not sit in that courtroom, and watch them send you to Azkaban for a murder that you didn’t even commit. I can’t.”
|14||It All Begins
“Even though it is Draco Malfoy being tried for murder, you never expected him to go this far.”
|15||Dead On the Surface, Screaming Underneath
It was complete, utter madness when the group exited the elevator. The massive crowd broke out in shouts as they began to walk towards the court room. Even with his head lowered, Draco could still see the crowd pushing against the aurors, and the blinding camera flashes erupting in his eyes.
|16||An Uncertain Future
As Blaise watched his closest friends and wife embrace Draco, he knew that his friend was ready for tomorrow. But a lone thought crossed his mind: were they?
|17||The Ministry of Magic vs. Draco Abraxas Malfoy
“Can you say it loud enough for the ladies and gentlemen of the jury to hear?”
Every single witness so far had testified against him, whether they knew it or not. Her eyes searched for Draco, who had his bent slightly, and his hands clutched in front of him.
“Ron, I’m only telling you this because I thought you should know.”
Hermione’s heart began to accelerate within her chest as she slowly stood, and began to walk over to the witness chair.
“One day, you will understand why I did this.”
As soon as the sun slipped below the horizon, and the pale moon rose to its peak in the blankets of stars, blurred visions overtook her mind. Images of cream-colored lilies, rows of unidentifiable faces, and woven lace swirled like pastels under her heavy eyelids.
|23||A Turning Tide
The events of the last hour seemed unreal, like a far off dream.
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