It seems like its been a while since I updated this! I am so excited for this story, and the upcoming chapters. To make up for the long no update, I wrote a long chapter. It's one of the longest i've ever written!
-One more thing: Make sure you read all the way to the end of this chapter! There is a really crucial event to the plot that happens at the end!
"There were sounds in my head, little voices whispering."
-Where I Stood, Missy Higgins
The sun was making its way upwards in a blue sky over the Burrow on Saturday morning. In the fields behind the Weasley’s home, golden sunlight stretched in blankets over the grass. Inside the house, Hermione and Ginny sat at the long kitchen table, with piles of parchment and lace covering the wooden tabletop.
“Hermione, what about the Grinleys, your second cousins?”
Hermione shook her head from its trance as she brought her eyes back to Ginny and the long list of friends and relatives that sat on the table in front of her. She ran a hand through her hair as she pondered the question.
“Um, mum probably wants them there. So send them an invitation.”
She watched Ginny scribble the name on an ever growing list. Her eyes narrowed on concentration, Ginny chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over the list of names.
“And Robert Downer? He was in your year at Hogwarts.”
“Sure, invite him.”
Ginny scribbled down the name and placed her quill the table as she gave Hermione a stern look.
“Come on Hermione, we’ve got to get these invitations out as soon as possible. The wedding is less than two months away! So, for the next few hours, let’s concentrate on these, okay?’
Hermione sighed as she rolled her eyes at Ginny.
“I’m not in the mood for invitations, Ginny. Besides, I don’t even remember half of these people.” Hermione gave Ginny a sympathetic look.
“Hermione, this wedding is the most talked about event since the end of the war! Harry
Potter’s two best friends are finally going to wed, and whether you like it or not, there will be a lot of people attending.”
Hermione didn’t give a response. She crossed her arms over her chest.
How could she be thinking about joyous events of a wedding- flowers, guests, and family- when Draco was sitting in a cell for cold blooded murder? It had been a few days since her encounter with Lenard, and she had turned from frustration to subtle disbelief. Even with the evidence the way it was, she still couldn’t make herself believe that Draco murdered Terence. She couldn’t.
Ginny’s scowl melted as she studied Hermione, almost reading her mind.
“Hermione,” she sighed, “I know that this is hard, because you were so close to him, and you never expected him to be a killer. But at some point, you have to let it go. There is nothing you can do.”
Hermione rubbed her face with both hands.
“I understand Ginny, but I just can’t see it as being a possibility.”
The two sat in silence for a few moments, listening to the breezes rattle the trees outside, and as floorboards creaked with movement throughout the house. Ginny placed a hand on Hermione’s arm.
“Come on Hermione, let’s continue with the invitations.”
Hermione lifted her eyes to Ginny.
“Alright, let’s get on with it.”
Ginny responded with a smile.
“Now that’s more like it!’
Hermione gave in to Ginny this time, due to the fact that she was doing most of the labor on the wedding invitations.
As Ginny scratched more writing with her quill on the parchment, Hermione crossed her hands over her chest as she reclined in her seat. She surveyed the room-the aging wood, the dirty pots in the sink, and the patterned quilts of Mrs. Weasley-and reminisced about memories in the house. It was and had always been her second home, when her muggle home has lost its luster over the long summers. Not only was it Ron’s house, buy somewhat hers as well. She was so comfortable here; the Weasley’s were her family.
Hermione was certain that Draco’s home had never felt like this. It was a cold and stately prison, to provide a summary. She did feel uncomfortable even thinking about the manor, since her last time there had been one of the most painful moments in her life. She knew that Draco hated the home that his father had dominated.
Draco had always been somewhat ashamed of his father when he was older. Hermione suspected it was because Draco witnessed how subservient his father was to Voldemort. He respected and carried out his every beck and call, even if it meant sacrificing the well being of his family.
When they met for the first time a few weeks ago, Draco had told her that his father was alive, even though Hermione knew that he had died in Azkban. She let it pass, knowing that Draco wanted her not to remember his dark past, and his father’s title as a death eater. It was all of these things that made Hermione believe that Draco couldn’t have murdered Terence. After all the pain and murder he witnessed during the war, it didn’t make sense that we would succumb to those ways once more.
“Hermione? You’re dazing off again.” Nagged Ginny.
Hermione turned to Ginny.
“Who are we on now?”
After giving her a disproving glance, Ginny circled a few more names on the parchment.
“Well, there’s the Bergans, your father’s work friends. You probably should invite them.
Oh, and we have to invite my great uncle Frank. I don’t know how I forgot about him.”
“Ginny, is it a wise idea to invite all of these people when we don’t even have a venue yet?” questioned Hermione.
“Of course it is. We will find a large place to have the wedding. Hermione, this is the biggest wedding of the year. Trust me, we will.”
Hermione lifted her hands in defeat.
She lifted her quill to Hermione.
“We’re looking at places with Ms. Pemviord in the next week or two. She has a few in mind.”
“Wonderful,” Hermione replied with a forced smile.
The grandfather clock as the base of the stairs rang out a song. Ginny glanced over to the clock, and compared it to her own watch on her hand.
“Ron should be coming soon, but I think Harry will probably still be at the ministry. They’ve been spending all night there.”
The aurors were still investigating the murder scene, and Harry had been practically living at the ministry, along with Ron. Hermione just wanted to go back to work, but the ministry was still closed, so the investigation could continue. She had always used her job as her mind numbing stress reliever, and now that she didn’t have it, she was not herself. Suddenly, Ginny spoke up.
“Oh, I almost forgot! George is coming by this morning. Angelina took the kids to visit her parents, and he stayed back to work in the shop. He said he would drop in around nine.”
The smile on Hermione’s face was genuine this time. She adored George Weasley.
He had been her older brother for as long as she had known Ron. He was always in a joyful mood, and was the funniest person that she knew. It was still difficult to picture him without his brother Fred at times. The two had been inseparable; they had completed each other’s sentences, pulled humorous pranks together, and even started their joke shop as partners. She missed Fred, and the extra joy he brought to this house. Hermione jumped when she heard a snap outside the door.
“George!” Ginny cried.
A grinning George stepped through the door, his red hair gleaming its signature tint. Ginny raised out of her chair and wrapped her arms around her brother.
“How are you? I feel like we haven’t seen you in ages!”
George released Ginny and smiled to her.
“I know Gin! But the shop has been booming with business! I’m practically living there.”George turned to Hermione as she rushed to him.
“Hermione!” he shouted as he took her in an embrace, “How is my sister-in-law to be?”
“I’m great George. It’s so nice to see you!”
George wrapped both arms around Ginny and Hermione as they made their way over to the table. They were all in smiles as they took their places in their seats.
“How’s Angelina and the boys?” Hermione asked.
“They’re wonderful. Angelina took them on a fun trip to see their grandparents, and they seemed pretty thrilled about it.”
He gave a kind smile to Hermione.
“And how’s everything going for you Hermione?”
“Everything is good. Just a lot of wedding things to think about.”
“Now do I ever remember that. Good thing Angelina’s mum wanted to take care of everything, or I don’t think I would have survived through it. I’m glad you’re well Hermione.”
He turned to Ginny.
“Where’s mum and dad?”
“They went to Diagon alley for some morning shopping. They’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Anything for me?” he joked.
“No George, more things for the wedding.” Ginny smiled at Hermione.
“Ah, I see you two started on the invitations. The girly lace is overwhelmingly nauseating,” he replied with a chuckle.
Ginny playfully glared at her brother.
“Well I think it looks nice.”
George eyed the small stack of completed invitations, and then the overwhelming amount of blank ones in a heap.
“It doesn’t look like you two have made much progress.”
Ginny threw a sarcastic glance to Hermione.
“Somebody isn’t in the mood to do invitations.”
“It’s not just me Ginny! Many people hate writing them. Right George?” she asked for backup.
George broke out in laughter.
“She’s right Gin, they’re bloody awful. What can I say, you have been given a love of wedding planning that others, such as Hermione and myself, just aren’t fortunate enough to have.”
George and Hermione began to laugh as Ginny crossed her arms in defeat.
“You’ll thank me one day Hermione.” She retorted.
Hermione wrapped an arm around Ginny.
“I’m thanking you now Ginny. I couldn’t handle this without you.”
There was a moment of a brief silence, as the three knew that a subject needed to be addressed. No one wanted to mention it. George finally did in the end.
“It’s awful isn’t it? I still can’t believe that Terence was murdered. That’s why Angelina took the kids away on a trip. She didn’t want them to get scared over the fact that it was a murder, because if they do, they’ll have nightmares for weeks.”
Hermione sighed. George’s visit had gotten her mind off of it for a while.
Ginny gave Hermione a look, and then turned to George.
“Can you believe that Malfoy did it though? The bloody prat comes through in the end.”
Ginny softly groaned as she watched Hermione tense.
“No,” Hermione softly replied, “I can’t.”
George curiously eyes Hermione, but was interrupted. The three turned as another snap sounded outside.
“That must be Ron.” Said Ginny.
Sure enough, a tired looking Ron slowly made his way through the door. With one look at his brother, his eyes lit up.
“George! You’re here!’ he announced as George made his way over to him to wrap him in a bear hug.
“How’s my little brother?”
Ron grunted as he rubbed his eyes.
“Exhausted. I’ve been at the ministry all night. Harry is still there.”
Ginny sighed from the table.
Hermione pushed herself off her chair and made her way over to Ron. She placed a hand on his shoulder and stared at the black circles under his eyes.
“Ron, you look like you haven’t slept in days.”
A small smile stretched across his face.
He took Hermione in his arms and pulled her close. After a while, he pulled her away and faced her, his hands still on her shoulders.
“I’m sorry we haven’t been able to spend much time together these last couple of days. Everything has been hectic.”
Hermione pecked him on the cheek.
The four each took seats around the table, with Ron sitting at the end. His two siblings and Hermione eyed him anxiously.
“So? Anything new?” George asked.
Ron rubbed his eyes.
“Not much. We don’t have any new leads or suspects, and all of the evidence is the same. I really don’t think there’s any new information we can gather before the trial.”
The three replied with silence. Hermione looked away, secretly hoping that they had discovered a new suspect, or any new trails that lead to someone else.
“There is something interesting though.”
Everyone perked up.
“What mate?” asked George.
“Well, Malfoy has representation now. He has a lawyer.”
“You mean that there is someone crazy enough to defend someone who everyone knows committed the crime?”
“Yes there is.”
Ginny leaned forward.
“Well, who is it?”
George’s eyes widened.
“Barry Samsburg? He’s one of the best wizard lawyers there is. Malfoy is bloody lucky to get him.”
Ginny and Hermione exchanged looks.
“Who’s Barry Samsburg?” questioned Hermione.
Ron and George obviously knew a lot about him, and each gave one another looks as George decided to speak first.
“Barry has been around for a while. He’s a pureblood wizard, and belongs to one of the wealthiest wizarding families around. He decided not to just sit around with his money though, and became a wizard court lawyer. A pretty good one at that.”
“Oh,” Hermione responded. George then continued.
“Interestingly enough, the Samsburgs and the Malfoys are close friends. Lucious and Barry go way back. They were friends as kids. His wife Emily is also best friends with Narcissa Malfoy. Do you all remember those hushed death eater trials after the war? Barry defended Lucious in that, even though he was already going to Azkaban. That’s why Malfoy got him.
Hermione and Ginny gave nods of approval.
Hermione went back to thoughts. That made her feel a bit better, knowing that Draco would have someone to help him fight in the case. The thought of him still sent waves of pain through her. She still couldn’t forget the image of Draco- sitting alone in a cold damp cell- all alone. It was the worst thing that could have possibly happened.
This couldn’t be the Draco that she had loved. He hated death, and murder. The Draco she knew had seen enough of it, and said that he was done with his past. She still believed in her heart that there had to be another way, even though reason pointed against it. Of course she told no one, but Hermione had been crying to sleep over Draco. Even though he was no longer in her life, it felt as if a painful part of her past had resurfaced. It was almost like sixth year all over again, where Harry was accusing Draco of a plot to kill Dumbledore. It was the same pain, a pain that someone she had cared about was being accused of something so terrible.
“Are you feeling alright Hermione?” asked George with a concerned look.
She forced a small smile.
“I’m fine George.”
Ginny, eager to lighten the mood, interrupted the silence.
“When should Harry be coming home?”
Ron glanced at the clock.
“He should be here soon. When I left, he said he was just going to be a bit longer. He had to talk to someone, but I don’t know what it was about.”
“Oh.” Replied Ginny, “I just worry about him not getting any sleep. He’s practically been living there this week.”
As if Ginny’s wish has come true, a crack sounded outside.
“Harry!” Ginny cried as she jumped from her seat.
Sure enough, an exhausted looking Harry lumbered through the door. Ginny threw her arms around her husband, and gave him a large kiss. She then pulled away, examining Harry’s tired green eyes.
“How are you Harry? I’ve been so worried about you.”
Harry responded with a kiss.
“I’m fine, just a really busy night.”
His arms still around Ginny, he looked around the room.
“George! I didn’t know you’d be here already!” he said as he took his hand.
“Well I’m here mate, and I’m glad to see you Harry.”
Harry still inspected his hand to make sure that George hadn’t tried any of his new joke shop products out on him.
“How are you doing Hermione?”
Hermione smiled at Harry.
“I’m fine Harry. You, however, need some sleep. Both of you.” She motioned to Ron.
Suddenly, Harry pulled away from Ginny and stared blankly into the distance. He looked tormented, and somewhat angry. He lifted a hand to absentmindedly rub his scar.
“Harry, what’s the matter?” asked Ron.
Harry face the wall for a few moments, and then turned to face the group.
“Do you know what I just found out? I can’t even begin to believe it.”
“What is it Harry?” asked a concerned Ginny.
Harry paused once more.
“I just found out that Malfoy doesn’t have an alibi for his murder. He won’t say where he was when Terence was killed.”
Gasps erupted across the group.
“What?!” Ron bellowed, “Has he gone mad?”
“I don’t understand. He has all the evidence against him, and then he goes and pulls this stunt where he won’t even give an albi. Who does he think he is?”
“It’s Malfoy, what do you expect? He probably thinks his fancy lawyer can win his case for him,” shot George.
“He’s as good as convicted now.”
As the others shouted in anger and disbelief, Hermione remained seated, too shocked to move. She had rested her elbows on the table, and was holding her face in her hands. New emotions flew through her body now, ones that she had never felt yet. First there was a very small portion of fading disbelief, and then there was anger.
How could Draco do this? If he couldn’t tell where he was, then there was no doubt that he murdered Terence.
She was upset, humiliated, and still angry. The Draco that she had loved, and the Draco she had spent years of her life with had been a lie. It had been an illusion, and he had fooled her. She did believe that he had changed, and given up his ways, but not she could see that it was all a lie. He had been nothing but a fraud, and phony, and a deceiver. Not only that, but he had made the entire wizarding world believe that he had turned from his dark ways, and that he was going to make a difference in the world. But is had all been a lie. He was the greedy Malfoy that everyone else had seen. The greedy Malfoy who would murder his best friend for more power.
Herminone flew up from her chair, clenching her jaw. The noise silenced the shouting that had just been occurring.
“He really did murder Terence, didn’t he?” she said as she shook he head.
The room grew silent.
“I think we can assume so,” responded Harry.
To everyone’s surprise, Hermione slammed her hand on the table.
“And I believed that he was innocent. I defended him, and was angry that people judged him so quickly. I thought he really had changed. How could I have been so stupid?”
Ron spoke next.
“It’s Malfoy Hermione. It’s bloody Draco Malfoy.”
She stood fuming now, angry that she had wasted her time crying over Draco, and suffering while he was accused. Most, of all, she was furious that she had been thinking about him when she had Ron by her side. She felt so foolish.
‘You’re right. He’s always been the same bloody Malfoy.”
It was dinner at the Weasley’s tonight, and the kitchen table was filled with laughter and smiling faces. The aroma from Mrs. Weasley’s dinner filled up the room, with steam rising from the assortments of food. Everyone was there, except for Angelina and the boys, who were still away. Bill and Fleur had joined them, along with Charlie and Percy. George sat rattling off jokes at one side, sending many into fits of laughter. Mr. Weasley animatedly told stories with his hands, sending new round of laughter, and Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands in amusement as she joked with her children. Ginny and Harry were acting like kids, laughing at the smallest things and choking on food as new humor emerged. For the first time in a while, Hermione was overjoyed. There was a constant smile on her face, and she had doubled over in laughter more than anyone at the table. Her and Ron also acted as if they were at Hogwarts again, playfully hitting each other at silly comments and shoving bits of food into each other’s mouths.
It was as if a giant weight had lifted from her shoulders. Draco was gone from her life, and it would remain that way. There would be no more flashbacks, no memories, not anything. Ron was were entire life now, and she realized how much she did care for him. For the first time, the wedding didn’t make her anxious like it previously had, and she was looking forward to planning it with Ron.
Since the announcement of Draco’s lack of an alibi, the wizarding world had decided that Draco had done it, but the trial would be the official determiner of that. Hermione had spent most of her days with Ron, going on dinner dates and writing invitations together. She hadn’t felt this happy in such a long time. Within the next few days, she and Ron were inseparable. She had never felt more for Ron then she did now, and was thrilled that he was going to become her husband soon.
As Hermione thought this at the table, she suddenly stood out of her seat, and beckoned for everyone’s attention. The room slowly quieted.
“I would just like to say something, if you all don’t mind.”
Everyone smiled at her from their seats.
"As you all should now, Ron and I are getting married in a few months. You all know that we’ve been together for a while, and that we’ve been friends since we were eleven. You’ve all been so patient, and understanding through this, and I’m so happy that it is finally going to happen,” She turned to Ron, “I just wanted to say that I love you so much Ron, and I’m so excited that you are going to be my husband.
The room broke into thunderous applause and whistling as Ron stood up to give Hermione a passionate kiss. After they broke away, Hermione rested her forehead on his.
“I’m so happy Ron. I really am.”
He grinned as he leaned in for another kiss.
“Me too Hermione. Me too.
It had been the truth. She hadn’t been that happy in such a long time. Even with the trial looming near, Hermione was determined not to think about it, and was treasuring every moment with Ron. She had forgotten the events of the murder for the time being, and was enjoying being engaged. After thinking of new wedding plans, she would fall asleep in Ron’s arms on each other’s couches, and would brainstorm the prefect honeymoon destinations.
But as much as Hermione was enjoying her new joy filled life, she couldn’t hold off the future forever. The head department meeting was tomorrow, where Lenard would announce to the department heads new information in the murder case. Of course Hermione had to attend, and she had no choice. Ron would accompany Harry, and she would sit by him and get through the meeting the best she could. She asked Adelia to join her, so that she could jot notes while Hermione attempted to block out what Lenard was saying.
She had fallen asleep with Ron on her couch the previous night, and had woken up before he did as sunlight streamed through her apartment window. Hermione glanced at the clock, and went to pour herself a cup of tea. As she prepared it, she heard Ron stir.
“Hermione, we have to be at the ministry in an hour.”
She sighed as she poured steaming tea into her mug. Wrapping both hands around the sides, she made her way over to Ron and sat down beside him on the couch.
“I don’t want to go Ron. I don’t want anything to do with it.”
Ron rubbed her shoulder.
“You have to go Hermione, you’re head of a department. Besides, there can’t be any drastic new information. Harry knows some things that I don’t, but it’s nothing that will change the case at all.
She smiled at him.
“You’re right,” she replied as she kissed him on the lips.
Ron stood up as stretched his arms.
“Well, I’m going to apparate back to my apartment to get ready, and then I’ll come back here to get you.”
He gave her one last kiss as he cracked from the room. Hermione took one more sip of her tea as she remained on the sofa, dreading the meeting that she was going to attend.
When she and Ron apparated into the ministry later, everything was hectic. Wizards were scattered around, hustling through the crowds. Eager reporters anxiously awaited any new information to put on the front pages of their papers. Hermione clutched Ron’s hand as they made their way to a golden elevator. As the doors clanked shut, they rose upwards until they reached one of the conference room floors.
Waiting in the hallway for them, was Adelia.
“Hello Hermione! Hi Ron! How are you both doing this morning?”
“Great Adelia, thanks.” Ron responded.
Hermione gave her a quick hug, and the three continued down the hallway.
“I’m anxious to see what the new information the aurors gathered is going to be.”
“Me too,” answered Hermione.
After walking through a series of hallways, they reached a pair of large conference room double doors. Wizards were making their way inside. A large wizard stood at the door, making sure that only heads and their staff made their way in. They walked through the open doors into a large conference room. In the middle was a large table, with many seats lining the edges. They found Harry talking with other wizards. Hermione and Adelia took their seats as Ron talked to Harry before he left to join Lenard.
After a while, all of the seats seemed to be full. The ministry board members all sat clustered together, as different department heads mingled in anticipation for Lenard to arrive with the news. Ron reached for Hermione’s hand and gave it s squeeze, reminding her that he was right beside her. The thought of even thinking about what Draco had done made her sick.
As the conference doors were closed, everyone began to grow silent. Then the doors opened to reveal Lenard Grindow, with Harry and his staff by his side. Lenard looked just as exhausted as Harry did, and his eyes showed no signs of life. The small group made their way to the head of the table, where there was a podium for Lenard to place his notes. The whispers in the room vanished as Lenard coughed for attention.
“Good morning to you all. Our aurors and everyone who has been looking into this case have been diligently working on this case for the past weeks. This is such a horrific and unthinkable event, and it is so upsetting that we have had to shut down the ministry to accommodate these investigations.”
He paused as he released a stream of air.
“The information that I am about to give to you has never been heard before. It will be released to the press within the hours after this meeting, but you all are the first to hear it.”
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the edges of the podium.
“The first thing that you need to know is that there are no new suspects have been identified in this murder. During the trial, witnesses and people that may have information will be interviewed.”
Whispers erupted over the crowd. Hermione watched as Adelia turned to face her.
“So that means that Draco is it?”
Hermione gritted her jaw.
“Yes. It does.”
Lenard lifted his hands to end the noise. When there was nothing but silence, he spoke again.
“Now for the evidence in the court room. Terence was found murdered in his seating area by the killing curse. This has been officially confirmed as the cause of death. Secondly, the wand found beside him was indeed the wand that fired that curse. It has been checked for its history. This wand could not be traced to any purchaser, and we can be assumed that it was attained by illegal means.”
With each new count against Draco, more anger boiled with in Hermione. She was so enraged that Draco could do something like this. He had deceived her in during their business meetings. Draco came across like the same man that he had been when she was with him, but now she saw that he had always been something different than what she saw. She hated him now. She hated him for causing all this pain and upheaval in the ministry, and she hated his arrogance for not giving an alibi. She composed herself as she refocused on Lenard.
Lenard glanced at Harry, and then prepared to speak once more. He cleared his throat as he looked over the group.
“A new piece of evidence was discovered in the crime scene. Terence’s favorite pocket watch was found crushed beneath him, and event that most likely occurred as he fell after his murder. The time on the watch read exactly 12:00. According to his watch, he died and fell at midnight, crushing the time beneath him as he fell. Healers at St. Mungo’s confirmed that his time of death occurred exactly at midnight.”
Before he could continue new whispers broke over the crowd.
“I wonder why Malfoy picked midnight to do it,” shot Ron.
“Maybe it has some signifigance?” replied Adelia and she leaned behind Hermione to discuss this with Ron. Hermione, however, did not join their conversation.
There was something about midnight, Terence’s time of death, that left a strange feeling in her stomach. She tried to brush it off, but it nagged her mind as she tried to focus on the room.
From the front, Lenard began speaking once more.
“Now we have many theories for why the murderer would choose midnight as a murder time. Many think it would be related to the number of years since Voldemort’s return, or….”
But Hermione wasn’t listening. The unsettled feeling inside her was now becoming stronger. Her mind was racing as she tried to combat the thoughts within her.
Midnight. Midnight. Midnight
“….or some have even considered it an ancient message that is in need of deciphering, and other have discussed….”
Twelve o’clock. Midnight. Why was this fact never backing down from her mind?
Hermione glanced at Lenard, who was still ranting about new theories. She saw the board members whispering to each other, with Dawling shaking his head in disbelief. Her eyes found Harry, his lifeless eyes in need of a long night’s rest. She found Adelia frantically scribbling down every word that Lenard repeated. She was just about to bring her eyes to Ron, when she saw it standing in the corner of the room; A large grandfather clock stood majestically, its intricate woodwork chiseled in the mahogany wood.
It hit her with the force of a tidal wave as she finally connected the midnight time with her memories.
His knee drifted between her legs, and Hermione responded by wrapping one of hers around it. Her lips broke from his, and Hermione began to kiss down the line of his neck.
Behind them, the large clock rang midnight, its somber melodies ringing off the walls of the office.
They both pulled away for a few moments, listening to the clock’s midnight song.
Hermione was paralyzed. Her mouth lay open, and her eyes remained lifeless. It all fit together like a horrible nightmare. Her hands began to shake as she slowly lifted them to her face, the truth washing over her like a flood.
Draco had been with her at midnight.
But not only was he with her, he had been kissing her, engaged Hermione Granger, passionately on his office couch. It all fit. That was why he didn’t offer to confess, or give an alibi. If he had taken veritaserum, he would have been forced to give the entire of truth of where he was at midnight. He would have to confess exactly what they did in his office that night.
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.
Draco was innocent. And he was remaining silent to prevent anyone from discovering what had happened that night. He was sacrificing himself to save her.
With that last thought Hermione began to lose control. The room began to spin, even though she was taking in large gasps of air. Soft whispers escaped her lips.
“No, no, no, no.”
As the room began to spin faster, she heard people calling our her name, which seemed far away.
“Hermione? Hermione! Are you alright?” she heard Adelia shout.
As everything began to dim, she heard others shout her name, even Lenard.
Suddenly, she felt herself falling, and she heard Ron yelling as he reached for her.
But it was too late. Everything went black as Hermione collapsed to the floor.
There it is! Hermione FINALLY knows that Draco didn't murder Terence Fletcher:)