by shiningbright

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except for this STRICTLY FANFICTION idea.

A/N: Did you know that JK Rowling is not allowed to read fanfiction? I found out last week and it was a slight bummer because I'd been harboring a fairy-tale dream for quite some time now that she'd stumble on my story and would say "Ah, Courtney, this is quite a tale", and I would answer, "You are my inspiration," and she would say, "Well, let's go get some coffee and discuss your career." And I would answer, "My career?" and she would say, "Why, of course! I'm making you my associate writer."

But dreams don't come true like they do in Anyway, 10 reviews for just one chapter! I LOVE you guys! Thanks so much! This chapter is one I know many have been waiting for, so, please, enjoy!


For two days Ginny was at lost to what to do. With her bonus, she had enough money to rent a better apartment and was already moved in (magic helps so much). Her new office was an improvement also, although Dennis Rockwell found it his responsibility to visit her every twenty minutes for some stupid question or other, now that she was his boss. Although her life was growing steadily better, her heart ached for lack of love.

"Why?" she whispered, staring out of the window in her second story office into a little park. "Why must I always fall in love with the man who is unable to love me back? First Harry, oh, Harry, and now Draco! Draco Malfoy!"

The irony of the whole situation nearly made her laugh, but thinking of Draco only made her remember their last meeting. When he had yelled at her, and truly hated her for a mistake. A mistake he believed she couldn't fix. But she had to! If she did not, she would lose Draco, the man she loved.

For she did love him, she knew that now. He was all she thought about. Yet she hated him for it. Hated to love him. For he refused to return those affections.

Rockwell walked into her office, balancing a large stack of parchment. "Hey, Weasley," he greeted her dully, dropping the parchment onto her desk. "Davison said for you to prep read these… See if they're any good."

"You're bluffing," Ginny retorted. "You used to have to do that when we shared a cubicle. You're just trying to put it off on me and make it sound like my boss told you to tell me to do it. Which is funny because now I'M your boss and therefore I can easily fire you."

Rockwell turned a deep shade of scarlet. "That, er, is, uh, what he said… Yeah." He nodded in beat to the words.

"Yeah my butt," Ginny replied, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "Now get out of my office and bring the papers with you before I call Davison."

Rockwell hightailed it out of there and Ginny found she enjoyed her new power.

Finally, 4:00 PM rolled around and Ginny left work for home, apparating right into the kitchen. It was her new apartment and, although it wasn't the fanciest, it was a lot better than where she had lived before. But somehow now it seemed empty…

"Oh, Merlin, what am I going to do with myself?" Ginny flopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, a knock was heard at the door.

"Coming," Ginny called dully, walking up to the front hall and unbolting the door. The person there surprised her. "Hermione!" she cried happily. "What are you doing so far from home?"

That was before, of course, she noticed Hermione was sobbing.

"Oh, no, come in, Hermy… It'll be okay…" Ginny soothed as she led her friend to the couch.

"Th-that w-was what he c-called m-me!" She cried, head in her arms. "Ever s-since G-Grawp…"

"Oh, Hermione," Ginny whispered. "He died with a wand in his hand and you by his side. That's what he would have wanted!"

"B-but I-I'm p-pregnant!" Hermione blubbered. "Th-three m-months p-pregnant. I c-can't raise th-this b-baby all alone, w-without R-Ron!"

Ginny could hardly believe it. Hermione was pregnant? How wonderful! "But don't you see, Hermione?" Ginny replied softly. "You still have part of Ron inside you! And your baby will have Ron inside it! I know it's hard, Herm… I loved him too… He was my brother."

Hermione looked up at her then and sniffed, rubbing her nose. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy and her hair looked as though it hadn't been brushed in days. "Oh, Gin…" she said mournfully. "It's all my fault… I should have protected him!"

"It's not your fault, Hermione. It's Bellatrix Lestrange's," Ginny countered. "It never was your fault…"

Hermione looked at her quizzically, but was silent.

"Come on, Herm, let's clean you up." Ginny told her bushy-haired friend. Hermione nodded numbly and allowed Ginny to help her off of the couch.

The shackles were cutting into his wrists as Draco Malfoy was led into a large room, his dear aunt mere feet behind him. He wondered why he hadn't even bothered to attempt to escape so far. Wouldn't it be quite easy? Hadn't Bellatrix and Lord Voldemort taught him almost all they knew? He knew somewhere inside that he hadn't left because, all though the evidence was still against him, if Bellatrix could confess, then he would be free. He had to wait. After all, he could always escape later.

"Draconis Lucius Malfoy," began a booming man with a rather idiotic hat once Draco was shackled to a chair. "You have been arrested for the following charges: mass murders, kidnappings, enslaving, arson, conspiracy, being in league with evil wizards, and ordering others for similar charges." The man cleared his throat before staring down at Draco, pure and unadulterated hatred etched in every line on his face. "These charges are loaded with evidence, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco hung his head. With all of the wrongs he had committed in the past two years or so drawn out like that, it was apparent how truly terrible he had been. Snapshots of the hundreds, thousands he had killed flashed through his mind. Why couldn't he be as brave and as strong as Harry Potter, who would have willingly sacrificed himself and one other for the lives of thousands?

"Bellatrix Black Lestrange," the man continued, turning instead to the woman seated next to Draco. "You have been arrested for the following charges: blackmail, murders, arson, conspiracy, being in lead with evil wizards, and ordering others for similar charges.

"The Wizengamot has decided that, to ensure truthfulness in the verdict, both Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Lestrange will undergo a 'confessional', where they will be given Veritasurem. If any of the Wizengamot object to this, please say so now."

Draco stared around wildly at the number of witches and wizards in the court. Please say it's okay… Please say it's okay. It was the only proof he had that would grant him freedom. He needed it. Badly.

Again the faces of his victims flashed into his mind. He felt sick to his stomach. What had he done?