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Old 12-22-2005, 04:50 PM   #1 (permalink)
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Hey all...so I actually had this fic started and then, ahem..let it die (sorry to the mods..my bad! *hides*)...and I want to post it again and see if I get anywhere with it this time because I do really like the story, it just takes a lot of time to add to because I add full chapters at a time...

anyway....this is a Herm./Draco fic but it's 10 years out of hogwarts and there's actually no magic really in it..it's kinda dark (hence the rating) but there is a smattering of romance..promise!

I'll just post the first chapter then and see how you get along with it..lol




The Sting of a Broken Man

Chapter one: Battered and Bruised

Broken. That’s how Draco Malfoy felt as he sat in his cold, dark jail cell and watched the stars out of the high window, dressed in metal bars. How had he gotten here? Screaming; he remembered screaming. And a blinding pain. And…and blood.

On a quiet Sunday morning, Draco Malfoy is sitting at his kitchen table, drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He’s still wearing his blue stripped pajamas and there are tired circles under his eyes. He checks his watch and sees he has an hour to get ready, so he puts his paper down and walks back into the bedroom.

He reaches the side of the bed where a mass of blonde curls covers a pale face. The girl lying on the bed is snoring – loudly.

Draco pushes her shoulder lightly and bends down to brush away her hair and kiss her forehead.

“Honey, it’s time to get up. Church in an hour,” he whispers in her ear. He knows they’ll be late but he pulls the covers off of her slim body in an effort to get her up all the same. She pulls them back around her and he sighs, knowing that it’s no use.

He heads to the bathroom where he starts the hot water and grabs his shampoo off of the counter.

Draco pulls the door open to their church and they walk inside. The Draco Malfoy who is walking into the church is not the same Draco Malfoy who walked out of the front gates at Hogwarts some 10 years ago. He’s wearing a crisp black suit and his shiny black shoes click-clack as he walks to a pew at the back; the service has already begun. The woman now sitting next to him in the pink sun-dress is his wife, Camila, and they are expecting their first child in a few months. He runs a very successful, self-built law firm and things are good. Very good.

As Draco walks out of the church he squints in the bright sunlight and recognizes a familiar face. Leaving Camila with a friend, he makes his way over to the tall dark-haired man.

“Jared, how are you?” he asks as he reaches his friend. He extends his hand for Jared to shake, which he does.

“Pretty good, and you? How’s things with the missus?” Jared replies. Dark glasses mask his eyes and he, too, is wearing a suit. He smiles as they both look over at Camila.

“Good, good. What about you, found the right girl yet?” Draco responds, turning back to face Jared. He shakes his head.

“Nah. Just can’t seem to tie a girl down, really. Broke up with Mindy last week. You know, she and I want different things and we just couldn’t agree so, we decided it was time to move on.” He clears his throat and changes the subject. “Everything good with the baby? No problems there?” he asks.

“No problems. Doctors say everything’s fine and Camila is moving along perfectly to plan. Look, nice talking but I gotta go. Give me a call later, we’ll have drinks.” Draco waves as he begins to walk back toward Camila.

“Draco!” he hears Jared yell from behind him.

He turns to look. “Yeah?”

“She’s a special one; don’t you let her get away,” Jared says. He’s smiling, but Draco was sure that if he hadn’t been hiding his eyes behind those glasses, he would’ve seen some sadness in them. Even the self-proclaimed bachelors know a good thing when they see it.

He nods back and then meets Camila at his car, kissing her on the cheek before opening the passenger side door for her. As he bends his head and slinks into the driver’s seat, he sees a white-blonde head of hair disappear into the trees behind the tall, white building.

A grinding, scraping sound fills his ears and Draco looks up to see the sole opening in his cell door open up. As he watches, a grungy metal tin with some orange creation that looks semi-liquid, semi-solid is placed on the floor by a big weather-beaten hand. There’s a burn on the man’s thumb. Draco stares at “food” for a minute, his mind blank and his eyes opaque and glossy. The constantly dim light filters from the high ceiling and bounces off his platinum hair. Finally, he pushes himself up off the floor and walks slowly to where the bowl is sitting. Picking it up, he sniffs and his nose involuntarily wrinkles.

Draco pushes open the flap in his door and looks out through it. He can see the light green linoleum staring back at him, smell the scent of the guard’s cheap cigarettes mixed with the awful stench of the dozen other trapped souls nearby. He sighs and pushes the tin bowl out through the hole and drops it on the floor before making his way back to his corner and dropping down on the freezing cold floor. He isn’t eating tonight.

Draco steps out of the store juggling his three bags of groceries and his cell phone, into which he is talking. He reaches his car and asks the person to hold on a sec. He pops the trunk and loads his purchases in before slamming it shut again and raising his cell phone back up to his ear.

“Okay,” he says as he unlocks the door and climbs in. “6.30 at the movies? Right, yep, now don’t be late this time, you slowpoke.” He laughs loudly at something the other person on the line has said and pulls out of his parking space. “Right, love you, see you tonight. Bye” He flips his phone shut and throws it on the empty passenger seat.

That night he stands outside of the local movie house, waiting for Camila. He checks his watch and notes that she is 15 minutes late already. As he looks up, he sees her walking towards him.

He walks to meet her. “Wow, I thought you weren’t coming,” he jokes and holds her hand.

“Are we really late?” she asks, a worried look on her face.



“No, I lied. Movie starts at seven. See, this way we can actually get places on time,” he replies, grinning. She hits him playfully.



“Sneaky,” she says.



“Well, I’m a sneaky kind of guy,” he grins and they walk inside.



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“Honey, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back. Tell me if I miss anything,” Camila whispers to Draco 30 minutes into the film.

“Okay, sweetie,” he replies, not actually looking away from the large screen.

He feels her brush against his arm as she rises and exits through the door with the lit red sign at the back of the theater.

10 minutes later Draco looks over but Camila is still not back. He shrugs it off, figuring it’s just pregnancy stuff and continues to watch the movie. But in another 10 minutes, she still isn’t back and Draco is getting worried. He decides to go see what’s wrong.

He reaches the bathroom and looks to see if anyone is around before knocking on the women’s door. He enters slowly and looks around.

“Honey?” he asks shyly. “You okay?”

A toilet flushes and a second later a large woman walks out of her stall. She eyes him suspiciously.

“Oh, very sorry. I’m looking for my wife. Would you happen to know if there anyone else in here?” he asks, timidly.

She looks him up and down again, and then walks to the sink and washes her hands.

“Yeah, okay..thanks” he says under his breathe.

The large woman dries her hands and leaves shaking her head and muttering something about “perverts…own bathroom..” The door swings shut behind her and bangs loudly. Draco checks for feet in the stalls but doesn’t see any. He decides to go back to the movie and see if he and Camila somehow missed each other.

She’s not there when he gets back to his seat so he grabs his coat and heads back out. He runs to the man behind the ticket counter.

“Hi, did you see a tall blonde woman wearing jeans and a green shirt walk out a few minutes ago?” he asks, slightly frantic by now. The guy appears to be in his late teens; he chews his gum a few times before shaking his head a silent no. His eyes have a droop to them and there’s a gap in his front teeth.

“Are you sure?” Draco asks. The guy nods and raises a finger to scratch his oily nose.

“Thanks,” Draco says before running out the doors. He sees his car in the parking lot. The spot a few spaces down where Camila parked her car, is empty. Draco reaches into his coat pocket and grabs his phone. He dials Camila’s number and waits as it rings a few times.

Hey, you’ve reached Camila’s cell, I’m not here- he hears her message machine recite in his ear.



“****it!” he screams as he runs to his car and jumps in.



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Rooock a-bye baby, on the tree top..”

Draco can hear the words floating into his cell, quiet and soft. He hears the guard get up from his chair and walk over to the cell where the tune, a slight humming now, appears to be coming from.

“…When the bough breaks the cradle will fall..”

He roughly hears the guard say something to the inmate and the hall goes quiet again. The guard walks back to his desk and Draco hears the scrape of the chair being moved back into place.

He sighs and closes his eyes. A few minutes of silence go by.
“..and down will come baby, cradle and all.”


Ok...first chappie..a little awkward because i tried starting it in the present tense and it's too long to go back and change...it'll change in the next chapter, which will be up as soon as I see how this one's recieved!

hope you liked it (and if you're confused, you should be! lol..it's v confusing, ask quetsions, please and hopefully between the next couple of chappies and my answers to your Q's, you'll start to get it...)

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Chapter Two: Murders and Jail Fights
Chapter Three: Lawyers and Surprise Guests
Chapter Four: Decisions and Care Packages
Chapter Five: Dreams and Pleas of Innocence
Chapter Six: Surprise Visits and Guilty Kisses
Chapter Seven: tedious trials and Hollywood endings
Chapter Seven: tedious trials and Hollywood endings (P2)
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good post...interesting....very interesting...i def. want to see more of this one!....
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Hey Jessikins! This is an awesome start - it has Draco! *squee* I like how he lives in the Muggle world... he hated Muggles, though. I guess he changed. I wonder what happened to Camila? Did she run away or something? And why the *beep* is Draco in jail? PAMS!
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hey all! thanks for your quick comments! i just got it up yesterday and already readers! yayness! lol

here's the next chapter, should clear some stuff up...the beginning is wee bit graphic tho, so if you get sick easily, maybe you skip it...it'll be talked about later!

Chapter two: Murders and Jail Fights

“Camilla!” he screamed through the door as he fumbled with his keys. He jammed one in the slot but it didn’t fit. Turning the knob anyway, he was surprised to see that the door was open. He pushed it open and hurried into the apartment.

The smell of cooked ham and potatoes filled the room and he hurried towards the kitchen. He stopped suddenly as he reached the doorway.

“Camilla!” he cried, rushing over to where she lay on the cold, tiled floor. He turned her over and convulsed at what he saw. Camilla’s body was limp but her eyes were open. There were several gashes on her forehead and cheeks; blood had dried on the floor around her and there were red patches across her chest. Red scratch marks covered her shoulders and neck.

Draco cried as he rocked her body back and forth, his chest heaving as he tried to keep breathing. His keys fell to the floor and landed next to one of her earrings which had apparently been ripped from her ear in the struggle.

Camilla’s skirt was around her ankles and Draco began to pull it back up her legs in an effort to fix the situation.

“One thing at a time,” he told himself out loud. “Soon this will all be better…”

The sound of sirens filled the air as Draco kissed Camilla’s bloody cheeks. He sobbed into her ripped blouse and muttered in her ear.

“Wake up, please wake up…Camilla, you have to wake up...this isn’t happening. Not to me...” His voice drifted off as he heard banging on the door.

“Police department!” someone yelled from what seemed like forever away. “We’re coming in!”

Draco awoke on the hard, cold stone floor with a start. He could see dawn creeping in through the tiny barred window so many feet above him and sat up. Somewhere in the distance he heard a bird chirping in a reminder that the rest of the world was still living outside of the walls of his cell.

He shivered in his scanty prison clothes and rubbed his hands over his face. As he slapped himself on the cheek to make himself wake up, the grinding metal on stone sound drifted to his ears.

He swore to himself as the guard opened his door.

“Good-morning Mr. Malfoy, the boys are ready for you,” the man grinned, revealing several silver fillings and a missing tooth. Draco pushed himself off the floor and followed the large black man down the hall without objecting.

High-security inmates at the Cambridge County Jail were allowed out of their cells twice a day. The first was at 6.00 in the morning to get a lukewarm breakfast consisting of a mushy brown substance they called oatmeal and, if they were lucky, some spoiled cottage cheese or yogurt. The second wasn’t until late at night so the men could use the toilet. Every two weeks they went in groups to use the communal shower.

Draco was lucky enough to not have attended a shower party yet during his stay.

After breakfast they got 10 minutes of free time to socialize with the other criminals on their ward. Time like that could only lead to trouble.

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Draco stepped away from the line with his tray and headed towards his usual table at the back. In the corner was a dismal pile of books and magazines for the few inmates who could read and wanted to. Draco scanned the titles and picked up a copy of Marshall’s Guide to Trees and Shrubs and sat down to eat. He had read the thick book several times in the few days he had been at the prison but it was far better than his other choices. Jason, a scrawny, nervous-looking inmate sat at the other end of the table holding an atlas of British Isles and was staring intently at an enlarged map of Cornwall.

Draco noticed that he was holding the book upside down.

As Draco turned the page of his book, he heard Jason emit a shrill squeak from down the table.

“Shut up, Jay, it’s just a mouse,” he said, without looking up from his book. Jason was the only person Draco talked to in the prison.

A second later he heard a thump and looked up to see his friend on the floor. A tall, muscled man with a bald head and a tattoo of a naked woman on his arm was standing over him, his cronies flanking him behind his back.

Draco felt a many memories whistling back from so long ago and pushed them away as he stood up. He was a mere five-foot eight inches to this at least six and a half foot man, but he faced him with a set jaw. He scanned the two men behind him; the one on the left was pretty strong and his mangled hair hung to his shoulders. He shot a seething glare at Draco. The other was small, maybe shorter than Draco with cropped brown hair. He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look menacing but the sight almost made Draco laugh out loud.

The front man advanced towards Draco, slowly. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw Jason shoot up and run away, petrified sobs echoing through the room as he made a bee-line for the exit. The men let him go, turning their gaze back on Draco.

Finally, when he was so close to Draco that he could smell the smuggled cigarettes on his breathe, the tall man spoke in a gruff voice.

“I hear you’re the new guy on the block. Think you’re pretty tough.” He stated it but waited as if he expected a response. He sniffed.

“Just like I thought.” He set his steely gaze directly on Draco’s eyes; neither man blinked. “I been watching you. You don’t talk to no one ‘cept your squirmy little friend over there. Don’t worry, he lightens up when you get to know him,” he laughed huskily at his own demented joke. Draco let his eyes squint tighter but still, he didn’t talk.

He looked back at his boys before talking again.

“So you really are a quiet one, eh? I guess we’ll just have to fix that.” He smiled evily. “Why don’t you follow Boris and Steve to that little room over there. We got some business to attend to.” He turned and walked from the room. The two cronies watched him for a second, waiting for Draco to move. He remained where he was standing.

“C’mon now,” the one named Steve called to him. His grin revealed a severe lack of dental hygiene. “Don’t wanna keep the boss waiting.” He wheezed as he laughed and turned to the taller man. Boris raised his hand and brought down across Steve’s head with a loud Whack!

“Shut up, you idiot,” he said in a low rumble.

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The two men had Draco pinned to the floor. He had refused to follow them and wouldn’t give them an explanation. The little one had his hands pinned out to the side while the bigger one punched him repeatedly in the face. Draco felt a steady flow of blood beginning from his nose.

“Ah ha ha! This is fun; we haven’t got to do this in so long,” the little one practically giggled his excitement. Draco took advantage of the man’s momentary lapse and pulled his arms free from his grasp. From the floor he threw one perfect punch at the other man’s face and used his reaction time to push him away. Draco scrambled to his feet.

“****!” cried the large man, his muscles tensing as he felt his nose to see what the damage was. Draco could see a crowd of orange-clad men had assembled on the outer edges of the room. Draco saw a few of them holing up prize souvenirs they appeared to be using to bet on the men with.

To bet on my life with…

The guy who had left the room was back. He hung around the door with his arms folded across his chest as he watched the fight play out. A sneer played across his lips as he looked Draco’s body up and down. The guard at the door appeared as interested in the outcome of the fight as the prisoners were; he wasn’t about to do anything to stop it.

He turned back to see the men ready to come at him again. He had never fought in his life, but he knew he had to do something.

As the small man lunged at him, Draco simply stepped aside. Everyone watched as he flew to the floor and skidded a few feet. A loud crack resounded through the room as his nose hit the concrete. The crowd hooted and hollered their approval as he struggled to get up. Blood pooled on the floor around him and his uniform was stained bright red.

Boris shot a look at Draco before walking over to help his friend. The guard finally moved from his post in the corner and told Steve he was going to the infirmary to get that nose looked at. He radioed the other guards who appeared a minute later to bring the inmates back to their cells. Several men slapped Draco on the back as they held up their winnings greedily.

A nurse came in to get Steve and handed a wet cloth to Boris as she reached them

“Clean up your face with that, honey” she said in a sweet voice. She shot Draco a look as if she was daring him to ask where his cloth was. A guard took him by the arm and began to lead him out of the hall.

As he passed the third man at the door, he heard something whispered near his ear.

“I’ll be seeing you..”

Only once he was back locked up in his cell did he find out that he wouldn’t be allowed out for a month. He would be given one meal a day through the slot in his door. Draco didn’t complain when they gave him his punishment, just pinched his nose with his shirt in an effort to stem the flow of blood down his chin.

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Cambridge Country Jail is made up (as far as I know..lol) I live in the States and just decided they would live in Cambridge and then made up a prison from there...
Sorry for anyone who reads 'tomorrow is just over the horizon' about the Jason thing..I wrote this a long time ago and didn't even realize until after I went back to edit it and put it back up here! I wonder what it is about that name..lol
hehe, the book he reads is a shoutout to my family, lol..our surname is marshall and my dad loves trees and such..lol..again as far as i know, not a real book...my friends live in Cornwall so thats for them..lol

more soon, but i only have 4 chapters written so i want to start adding to it again v. soon...might be a little while until i post again!
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Lol, at first I was like "JASON! IT'S JASON! JASON THE FREAK!" But he's not the same person... it would've been cool if he was. Draco is getting beat up PAMS!
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This is a good story.. its really interesting. I like it. Draco getting beat up.. thats a change.. well keep writing.
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ok kiddos...new chapter up...sorry for the long wait but christmas and all that jazz you know how it is...lol...i'll add chapter 4 v. soon and then hopefully will get some new stuff written before school f'ing starts up again or it'll be a long wait ..hate schooooool!



Chapter Three: Lawyers and Surprise Guests
Draco lay on the cold floor with his eyes open. He had been staring at the ceiling for several hours, not knowing how else to pass his time. He was almost done with his one month detention within his cell.

As he stared upwards, an odd sound met his ears and caused his forehead to wrinkle. Clip-clop, clip-clop… Draco listened as the sound moved further down the hall before he recognized it as the clicking of a woman’s heels on a hard floor. Just as he realized this, he heard a few whistles from inmates who had bars on their doors that they could see out of and the scrape of a chair as the guard stood to greet their visitor.

What woman would be on our block? As Draco wondered this, he was surprised to hear the sound of the clicking heels stop in front of his cell.

Whisperings could be heard from on the other side of the large metal door and Draco quietly moved closer to try and hear what they were saying. He stopped suddenly when he heard his name.

“…Mr. Malfoy is not only paying me very well to see him but he has a right to lawyer and you cannot argue with that fact. Now tell me,” there was a pause as she read the guard's nametag, “Sid, how would you like getting the feds to come visit your block and see how you’re running your prison? Would you like that because I can arrange a nice little meeting for you,” Draco could hear her tapping her shoes and could almost see her hand impatiently set on her hip. He could tell that he liked this woman already.

“N-n-no, ma’am, I think we’ll be fine right here without any visits from anyone. You going on in there, then…” the security guard mumbled as he picked out the key to Draco’s cell door.

“Actually, my client and I would like to speak in private. Do you have a nice room you could get for us and maybe some coffee and something to eat for the two of us?” She didn’t wait to hear an answer. “Thank-you so much.”

The door slid back and the woman poked her head in. Draco’s jaw dropped. She smiled at him and came around the door. Finding a seat and lowering her briefcase she turned back to the guard. “That room, please.”

“Yes ma’am, it’ll be ready in a moment..” and he scurried off down the hall, his key jingling noisily as he went.

Draco was still staring at the woman sitting cross-legged in the tatty chair on the other side of the room. Her auburn hair fell in slight curls around her warm face. She had on just a little make-up and a subtle smell of flowers floated over to his nostrils as he sat still on the freezing floor. She was wearing a woman’s piece suit in a deep blue. Her skirt came to just above her knees and Draco could see perfectly sculpted legs jutting out of her professional-looking black shoes.

Her face had also changed dramatically. Gone were the buck teeth he had teased her incessantly about back at school. Her eyebrows were thin and well taken care of and her skin practically glowed in the dim light of the cell. But her eyes were the same chocolate brown he remembered. They radiated a warmth as she watched him watching her. He stole a glance at the letters on her briefcase to see if he was just hallucinating.

Surely she knew who he was. How could she have forgotten someone like Draco Malfoy. The two had been locked in an epic battle their entire seven years at Hogwarts and they hadn’t often seen eye to eye when they ran into each other after graduation. He hadn’t seen her after he had met Camilla, though, and he hadn’t been aware that she had become a lawyer. He was surprised she had agreed to take his case.

Finally he found his voice lodged deep in his throat. He swallowed hard before speaking. “Hermione…Granger?” he whispered so quietly he wasn’t even sure she would hear. She smiled again and gave a little nod but said nothing.

The security guard soon returned and escorted them down the hall and into a room with one table, two chairs and set of glaring lights. Two cups of steaming coffee and a few donuts sat on the table as they entered the room. The concrete walls were painted a disgusting blue colour.

Hermione turned to the guard. “Is that glass soundproof?” she asked, pointing to the clear wall showing another room where two men in dark suits watched them carefully.

“Yes’m..I believe it is,” he began to tip his hat and then realized that he wasn’t wearing one. He made a quick exit and shut the door firmly behind him.

“Well, would you like to take a seat?” Hermione offered, sitting down in the second chair. Draco remained standing.

“I don’t get it,” he said. Then realizing how incompetent that sounded, he decided to elaborate. “What I mean is, why are you here? I didn’t know I’d get a lawyer for my trial and I don’t understand why it’s you? I mean, you’re still a,“ he glanced at the glass wall and lowered his voice. “You’re still a witch, right?”

Hermione nodded. “Yes, I am. But I found a law firm that deals with cases where the person charged is a witch or wizard who finds himself in the hands of the muggle authorities. I.E. you,” she explained, taking a sip of her coffee and wincing. “That’s what I get for asking for coffee from a prison.” She smiled weakly and lifted her briefcase onto the table-top.

Draco nodded his head and bravely picked up his coffee. Compared to what he had been eating since he had first come to the prison, the coffee was delicious and he continued to drink it.

“Try a donut, if you’d like,” Hermione offered, pulling some papers out and laying them on the table. Draco picked one up and bit a piece off. He hadn’t eaten food like this in what seemed like forever. He quickly finished the donut and greedily reached for another. Hermione ignored this and ploughed on with the work they had to get done.

“Now, Mr. Malfoy, you have been charged with the rape and murder of Mrs. Camilla Malfoy, maiden name Jones.” Draco swallowed the piece of donut he had been eating and laid the remaining piece down on the plate in front of him. Hermione continued on, “You were found at the scene of the crime, cradling the deceased and wailing incoherently.” Draco hated himself for blushing as she said this; the report didn’t seem very sympathetic. “Neighbors have been questioned and we have reports that they heard a lot of noise at just before 8 O’clock on the night of the murder, Sunday April 3rd. They have also told us that at about 8.15 that same night they heard your screaming and more noise from inside the house. Police arrived at 8.20.” She stopped to take a look at Draco. He was sitting dead still in his chair, staring at the table, eyes wide.

Finally, he spoke. “Why did you take my case? You hate me, I hated you. I was awful to you in school.” He lifted his head to look at her. “Why not give this job to someone else?”

Hermione face softened as she set down the document on the table and looked Draco directly in the eye. “I took your case because I don’t hold a grudge. That was a long time ago and I’m sure you’re much better now.” She smiled at him and he nodded. “Plus, I’m the best in the business and Malfoys always need the best,” she adding, grinning with fake pride.

Draco found himself chuckling at what she had said. He stopped immediately and looked up at her. It seemed so weird for him to laugh. This was the most he’d talked since he had arrived at the prison. To anyone.

“Well, I’m glad it was you they sent. I have changed, a lot. And I’m not sure if I’d talk to someone else they might have sent instead. I haven’t spoken much in here,” he told here, his eyes roving the stain-splattered walls.

“So I’ve heard. Well, I guess you have changed,” she joked. He grinned and took another sip of his coffee, surprised at how relaxed he was.

Her demeanor changed suddenly as if she just realized where she was and that she was, in fact, dealing with a case. A very important case. “Ok, so I’m going to be visiting once a week while we get this whole thing sorted out. You’ll probably have to attend a trial, I don’t see how we can get you out of that…which means we’ll need to write up your decision on how you will be pleading and then begin to set this case up.” She began putting the papers back in her briefcase and stood up. She held out her hand for Draco to shake but he remained seating.

He looked up at her. “Can I ask you a question?”

Hermione’s eyes darted around the room quickly before finally settling on her clients face. “Yes, of course. Ask whatever you want.”

He swallowed. “Do you think I’m innocent?”

Hermione swallowed hard and gave him a weak smile before answering. “Yes, I do.”

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You posted, yay! Okay, for a minute I thought it was Camila that had come, so I was like "Wtf?" But then I thought it might be Hermy, and I was right! I hope this is a D/Hr, cuz I love those fics.
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Chapter Four: Decisions and Care Packages
Hermione was due back a week later to begin the first pieces of real paperwork for their case. They also would begin setting a preliminary date for Draco’s court case and talking with judges. All week Draco lay in his cell, sat at the lunch table, washed in the communal shower, always thinking of her. In the back of his mind, he knew he should still be crying himself to sleep about Camilla, and what he was being put through; and he did, but there was just something about her, something that captured his attention, day and night, and he couldn’t crack it.

He figured that is was this piece of the puzzle which really made him ponder her re-entrance into his life. The fact that he didn’t know what it was about Hermione Granger that made him think about her constantly was driving him crazy. He knew that she was beautiful, smart, determined - all great features in a woman - but they weren't it.

Draco would realize later, that it wasn’t any of these things that pulled her to his thoughts, but rather the fact that, from the beginning, she had respected him, and didn’t hold any of the stuff from school against him. She couldn’t have been positive, walking into that icy cold room, that he really was changed, but still, she had taken his case and acted professionally and treated him fairly, like any other client.

Draco was sitting in his regular seat in the lunch room when he saw his old bully walk in with his two cronies in tow. He watched as they lumbered across the room to where Jim, the guard, was standing with his arms crossed. Boris and Steven stood back and let their leader talk to Jim in private, while Draco watched with a keen eye. Frank - Draco has found out the guy’s name from someone or other - was telling the guard something that he appeared to be very excited about. Jim was smiling and then he said something; reading the word on his lips, Draco thought it was, “Congratulations”. Frank nodded and clapped Jim on the shoulder, and then they shook hands, and as they did so, Draco noticed a little white box being passed, not so discreetly, between the two men. Then Frank turned and headed straight towards where Draco was sitting.

Draco held his gaze for a few paces and then stared determinedly at his book. It was only when Frank spoke, did he actually look up.

“Hey, I see you’re out of solitary confinement,” he said from somewhere over Draco’s right shoulder. Turning his head towards the voice, Draco saw Frank holding his pack of cigarettes which he had just received from the guard. He knocked the butt of the box against the table next to Draco’s right elbow and then opened the pack. He took one out and placed it in his mouth before reaching into the pocket of his prison shirt and retrieving a lighter. He flicked it twice with no success, and then on the third try, a bright orange flame sprung from the lighter. He grazed over the end of his cigarette and puffed deeply, exhaling the smoke.

“Mmmmm, tastes good,” he commented to no one in particular. Sticking the cigarette back in his mouth, he extended the box towards Draco and nodded; you want one?

Draco looked at the pack for a second and then reached out his hand and lifted a cigarette out. Frank smiled and put the box in the pocket with his lighter, offering his own cigarette as a lighter. Draco held it against the end of his own and sucked until it lit. He almost coughed; he hadn’t smoked in a long time.

Taking a seat on the bench across from Draco, Frank took a deep drag and breathed the smoke out through his nose. Then he looked up at Draco and smiled.

“Celebratory smokes,” he said, grinning. Draco cocked his head to the side, wondering what there was to celebrate in this shizkabah-hole. “I get out in a week, just heard this morning,” Frank said, answering Draco’s unspoken question.

Draco flicked the end of his cigarette, but didn’t respond. Frank decided to carry on the conversation himself. “Yep, I guess it’s true what they say: if you got a good enough lawyer, you can get away with murder.” He laughed heartily before adding, “She was a fine lookin’ wench anyway…didn’t mind those one on one sessions we had.”

This comment made Draco look up, sharply and he spoke before realizing that he didn’t talk to this man. “What was her name?” he fired, accusingly.

“Oh, so he talks,” Frank smiled and thought about it for a second. “Began with an H,” he muttered, and Draco’s heart missed a beat as he swallowed roughly, taking a drag on his cigarette to try and pass the time quicker. “No, wait, I remember. Her name was Tonya somethin’..Tonya, Tonya what…” but Draco had stopped listening. Hermione had not been the one to represent Frank, he could breathe again.

“Well, anyway, lunch is almost over,” Frank said as he stood up and dropped his half-finished cigarette on the floor, stubbing it out with the toe of his boot. He began to walk away before turning back to add something.

“Hey, kid,” he said to Draco, who looked up. “You’re in charge when I leave; good luck with these two.” And then he turned and walked out of the lunch room, leaving Draco sitting on his bench, his hardly-eaten meal still sitting on the table, his cigarette hanging out of his partly open mouth.

Draco sat in the cold, metal chair a day later, waiting for Hermione to arrive. He had slept even less the night before, knowing she would be coming in the morning, than he usually did in his cell. He knew he looked terrible, but this wasn’t what worried him. Today they would be looking over the evidence and deciding, even though they both knew where they personally stood, whether he would plead guilty or innocent to the charges brought against him. In his mind, Draco couldn’t see how he could plead innocent and have the judge let him off. He had gone over the evidence in his head, and it was just too murky, but then again, he still wasn’t thinking straight; that was his lawyer’s job. He looked up when he heard the doorknob turn and a second later, Hermione appeared in the doorway, holding her briefcase in one hand and balancing a large thermos and a box of doughnuts in her other. Draco stood to help her with her things, taking the food and drink and placing them on the table.

“Thank-you,” she said, laying her suitcase across from him on the table and taking seat. “I thought some real food would be nice this time, not that crap they gave you at our last meeting.” She smiled and clicked her case open, removing a few paper and taking a pen out of her jacket pocket.

“Thanks,” he muttered, almost shyly. The doughnuts and coffee from last time had been horrible, but almost anything tasted better than what he was used to in the cafeteria. He took the top off of the thermos and poured himself a cup of coffee, lifting the cap to his mouth. He almost cried at how good it tasted; the first real piece of food he had had in over a month.

“Good?” she asked, watching him carefully.

He nodded, “Yes, thank-you. You can imagine how well they feed us in here, so this is bliss.”

“I noticed. I left a food package for you with the guard, and trust me, you’ll get it if I have anything to say about the matter. I like my clients to be well fed and healthy, otherwise, there’s no way we’ll win our case. Try a doughnut, they’re delicious,” she motioned towards the box. He opened the box and took out a white powdered pastry, and took a bite.

“Yum,” he heard himself saying, and then instantly blushing. “I mean, thanks, it’s great. All of it.”

“You’re welcome. Now,” she pushed a large packet of copies over to him, “let’s get down to business.”

Draco nodded and wiped his hands together to get rid of the doughnut residue, flipping through the pages of information in front of him.

Several hours later, they were still going through notes, writing and rewriting possible statements and accounts of the night Camilla had been murdered and Draco had been arrested.

“Ok, so we actually have a pretty strong case for your innocence, and even if you decided to plead guilty, you might still be looking at 25 to life, depending on your judge. The two charges brought against you, rape and murder, are taken very seriously in this court, and can bring with them very heavy penalties. Of course, it’s up to you, in the end, because if we plead innocent and you’re found guilty of your charges, you’ll almost certainly get life without chance of parole, so you need to think about that and tell me at our next meeting, a week from now.” She began to gather up her paper into her briefcase and clicked her pen shut. “You can keep those papers, they’re yours and take the doughnuts with you, too.” She snapped her case shut and stood.

“A very nice meeting, Mr. Malfoy,” she extended her hand and he stood and shook it. She moved towards the door and had it halfway open when he spoke, suddenly.

“I want to plead innocent,” he said, staring straight into her eyes when she turned.

“Are you sure? You have time-“

“I’m innocent and I know we can win this. That’s my choice,” he replied, firmly.

She nodded. “I’ll start the paperwork tonight.”
Draco called her attention back into the room before she left. "Hey! Hermione?" he asked,a nds he looked back at him.
"Yes?"
"I just wondered, you recently represented a man named Frank from this block.." he trailed off quietly. The last few days, Draco had been worrying that Frank was lying or simply couldn't remember his lawyer's name. He waited for her response.
"No," she replied, and reflief flooded through Draco. "No, I've never even represented any man from this institution before. You're my first. I guess Malfoys are good at those sorts of things." She smiled at him and didn't ask him why he wondered.
Then she pushed the door open the rest of the way, looked back at him once, and left down the hallway, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor.

Draco walked slowly back down the hall towards his cell. As she passed Frank's small cell, he saw him lying on his bed, smoking a cigarette from his celebratory pack. Frank looked at Draco and nodded, smiling crookedly as he held up one finger to show he had just one more day left. Draco put two fingers to his forehead and gave Frank the salute, smiling despite himself; he wouldn't have to kick Frank's bum-bum today...
When the guard opened the door to his cell and led him back in, he made no attempt to take away Draco’s box of doughnuts, just nodded his head and then shut and locked the door behind him. Draco’s eyes roved around his cell and stopped in the corner, where a neatly put-together box sat, complete with a red bow, tied by hand. Draco walked over and sat down to examine his care package. On top was a folded piece of paper, which he picked up and opened. Inside was Hermione’s neat writing:

Draco,

Stay healthy, and get more sleep; I need you in this case.

Hermione

Draco put the note aside and began to take things out of the box. There was a lot of fruit including: a few bananas, some apples and several large oranges. But there was also a small bag of homemade oatmeal raisin cookies and several bottles of water and soda. A few other small items littered the bottom of the fake-grass strewn box, small candies and chocolates. He also saw a rolled up something next to the package. He picked it up and pulled off the rubber band and unrolled it.

Draco laughed out loud when he saw that it was a small poster of the British National Quidditch Team, but stopped when he heard the grunt of the guard outside his cell. She had also left some tape, so he picked it up and began to tape the poster to the cement wall and stood back to admire his handy-work.

Then he lay down on the hard floor, which - miraculously - didn’t feel so hard anymore, and smiled as he placed a chocolate in his mouth.

They might just win this thing.

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You posted again! I thought Frank and that guard were passing something very secretive, but guess not. They were cigarettes *scoffs* Hermy's here again! Why would Draco plead guilty? Seriously. Wow, that's like paradise for Draco, right? There's even candy! Hermy's so nice. PAMS!
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