"I want to defend Harry in his case."

Draco looked up at his wife's very pregnant friend. He really needed to start locking his office door. Pushing the blonde hair, that had fallen onto his face back, he studied her. Her thick hair was pulled back in a tight bun, defining the sharp angles in her face. She wasn't bad looking, at least not for a mudbl…. Muggle born.

"Why would they listen to you?" he sneered. "They would write you off as his pregnant lover who was too love struck to see the truth."

"That's not true," she stated. Her eyes started to water and he could just hear the sobs that were on their way.

"It is and you know it." He paused to let it sink in. "Besides, no one ever represented by a woman has ever won a case."

She stared at him with a ghost of a smile. "I know you don't think much of me, Draco, but don't forget that I was top of our class before I left school. Not to mention I was an auror for about two years so don't try pulling my leg. I know for a fact that every case represented by a woman won so what is the real reason you don't want me in the court?"

"Aw, hell, Ginny would kill me if she got wind of what was going on." Draco shook his head. "Just drop it, please. I will find someone to represent Potter and I will make sure he wins."

"You know, Malfoy, I think marrying Ginny was the best thing that has ever happen to you," she said before turning and leaving the room.

"Or the worst," he mumbled under his breath. He locked his office door. He didn't need any more interruptions today.

Is the price you pay for freedom really worth it

"How did it go?" Ginny asked, looking up from the book she was reading when Hermione entered the room.

Hermione plopped down, well eased down she didn't do much plopping down these days, into a the lounge chair across from her.

"He said he would find someone to represent him and not to worry. He would make sure Harry won." She smiled at the house elf who handed her a cup of tea. "Really, Ginny, what's wrong with real servants? Must you keep house elves?"

Ginny smirked as she closed her book. "You try giving them clothes. They love it here and Draco and I go out of our way to make their lives perfect."

"I guess," Hermione mumbled into her tea.

"Did you mention the pensive to Draco?"

Hermione's head shot up. "How could I forget that?"

Easing back up out of her chair, she hurried as fast as she could to Draco's office. Throwing the door open she rushed in.

"Malfoy, I forgot…," she paused trying to catch her breath.

"What the hell….how on earth?" Draco shook his head, eying the door suspiciously.

"I forgot to mention the pensive," she blurted out after catching her breath.

"What pensive?" he asked, still looking at the door.

"The day Ron died, both Harry and I gave our memories to the Ministry. They were also able to pull Ron's last memory."

"How do you know they have even kept them?"

Hermione sighed. "Because after Harry confessed to killing Ron, I came back and did a little investigating of myself and was able to find them."

Draco snorted. "Figures." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will check it out. Now, can you please, and I'm being the very nice when I say this, get the hell out."

Hermione left the room quickly, not wanting to really annoy him. Ginny or no Ginny, she still didn't put it past the man to put her out.

Can you handle a life in chains

Harry shuddered. Life in prison certainly didn't seem to be looking up especially now that he knew he had a son on the way. His trial was any day now and he had no idea who would represent him. He hoped it wasn't Hermione. Not that he didn't have faith in her, he just didn't want her to stress herself. A smile played at his dry lips cracking them slightly. He licked them, tasting his blood. Spreading his body over the cot in his cell, his eyes drifted close with the image of his soon to be family playing in his head.

"Harry?" a soft said, waking him from his almost slumber.

"What?" he grumbled, slightly annoyed to be wakened.

"It's me, Hermione."

Sitting up, he took in the sight of her. She was standing in a soft yellow robe that looked like sunshine for the prison walls.

"What are you doing here," he asked, walking to the bars. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry, not invalid," she said rolling her eyes.

She motioned to the guard to let her in. Stepping back, Harry watched as she made her way into his cell and toward him.

If I had you the key will you be able to open the lock

Draco stood in front of the door to the retrieved memories muttering to himself. A witch walking by could of sworn she heard him say something about bloody Potter but she couldn't be sure. He stared at the door for a few more seconds before storming in and demanding to see the pensive pulled from Potter, Granger, and Weasley during the last battle.

Or would you forget it all and give up

"Mr. Potter, where is your representative?" The Minister asked him with a snide smirk on his face.

Harry looked around the crowd, questions in his eyes. His gaze landed on Hermione's face who was looking more and more anxious as the clock ticked. She whispered something to Ginny who seemed just as confused as she was.

"Well, Mr. Potter?" the Minister asked.

"I'm not sure, Minister," Harry said quietly.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Hermione rose. He shook his head at her and she sat back down, biting her lip. The door of the court swung open and Malfoy stomped in, letting the door slam behind him.

" I'm here to represent Harry Potter."

The minister stared down at him in disbelief. "I can officially say I have now seen everything. Malfoy defending Potter." He shook his head again and looked back and forth between the two. "Proceed with it then."

"Thank you, Sir," Malfoy said. He cleared his throat and glanced over at a stunned Harry. "Before I proceed, I would like to show the court three pensives."

Don't worry Love I will release you