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Chapter Five: Dreams and Pleas of Innocence

The door to Draco’s cell slid back and he lifted his head to see the tall silhouette of a woman, with curly brown hair and monumental bum. He squinted in the low-lit room to see her face, but before he could make it out, she had slid the door shut again, and they were alone in the dark.

Draco heard his mystery woman pause as she slipped the heels off of her delicate feet. She dangled them off of her finger as she walked towards him, his breath coming in shorter spurts with every step she took. Draco sat up when she was almost to him and leaned back against the near wall, his eyes traveling up and down her slim figure.

The woman stopped right in front of him and dropped her shoes with a clatter. Draco looked down at them for a moment and then back up at her. He reached out and touched the bottom of her thigh, letting his hand travel further up her long leg as far as he could reach.

"Hello, Draco," and her deep, sexy voice echoed through the cold, dark room and sent an involuntary shiver down Draco’s spine.

Draco opened his mouth and tried to reply, but he couldn’t get any words to come out. Instead he stared up at this amazing woman, mouth still open, eyes vividly excited.

She smiled and bent her knees, crouching down to where he sat on the stone floor. Her face was now just inches from his own, and Draco could feel her warm breath on his face. He closed his eyes and suddenly became very aware of his hand still on her thigh. He cracked his eyes back open and looked at it sitting there and then up at her gorgeous face. It was radiating lust and affection from every golden crevice, as he realized who it was. He opened his mouth again to say her name but she shushed him, putting a finger to his lips. Draco’s heart pounded in his chest at her soft touch, and she moved her face towards his; she hovered , her lips barely an inch from his own, teasing him with her seduction, before kissing his chin and moving slowly downward to his neck and then his collarbone. He closed his eyes as she worked her magic; there were butterflies in his stomach as her lips caressed his skin.

Suddenly, Draco felt those lips touch to his own, and ecstasy flowed through him like water. He kissed her back, passionately deepening the embrace as she inched herself closer to him, fitting her body into his. Draco moved his hand from her thigh and then let both of his hands travel up the back of her tidy, iron-smooth shirt. He felt her skin pric*kle as it responded to his touch and he grinned against her lips. It felt so right, having here there in his arms.

One hand slipped out from under her shirt and caressed her soft curls, holding her head and angling it towards his own. Draco was hungry for her scent as she broke away from him and began to unbutton her own shirt. Draco watched as the buttons slid open and then as she tossed the garment away across the floor. He held onto her pale, bare skin as she unzipped his orange prison suit and he leaned his head back against the cold concrete as she got him out of his dirty prison clothes.

Draco put his lips to her chest and kissed her skin, breathing her name into the quiet surroundings.

"Hermione…" he whispered.

"Hermione...Hermione…Hermione…" Draco awoke to the sound of his own voice, echoing through his cold and empty cell. He wiped his eyes and sat up. Then his eyes jerked open as he remembered the dream he had just woken up from.
Her…and, and him…ohhh, this is not good, Draco thought to himself, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. He hadn’t been able to get her out of his head all week, but at least –until last night - Hermione had stayed clear of his subconscious.

He didn’t have very long to think about it. The next second he heard the familiar sound of the lock clicking open on his cell and the door sliding open.

Bernie, one of the newer security guards on his hall appeared in front of him. "Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger is here to see you," he said.

Draco nodded and stood up. He glanced quickly downward and silently said a mental prayer that the dream had ended when it had. He walked out the door and was escorted down the hallway by Bernie.

Draco walked as slowly as he could down the hallway behind Bernie. He shuffled along, pretending to find everything about the bare walls and dim filtered lights interesting, but it was no use.

"Hurry up there, Mr. Malfoy!" Bernie called to him as he waited by the door behind which he knew she was waiting. Draco sighed and picked up the pace, arriving next to the guard in a matter of seconds. "If I didn’t know any better, I’d say there was a reason to your stalling Mr. Malfoy. I might also say that that reason is sipping coffee on the other side of that door." He raised a knowing eyebrow at Draco and grinned. "Good luck, lover-boy," he said, chuckling as he turned and walked back down the dreary hallway to his desk.


"Good morning, Draco," Hermione said cheerily as he entered the small room and took the seat across from her. Draco grunted in reply, keeping his head down to avoid eye contact. Hermione raised her eyebrows at his lack of a greeting and sighed. "I hope I am correct in thinking that you received the basket I left with your hall guard last week?" she said, trying again to engage Draco in conversation. He grunted again, his eyes still locked on his feet.

Hermione sighed again and stood up, placing a hand on each hip and glaring down at her client unhappily. "Mr. Malfoy!" she said, raising her voice and adding to it a crispness that would have cracked a mirror is there had been one in the room.

Draco involuntarily looked up at her as she screeched his name.

"Well, that’s better," she said, though still looking a little grumpy at his attitude. "What, may I ask, is your problem today, Draco?" she watched him as he shifted in his seat. He was thinking over in his head what the best lie would be to tell her, for he feared what Hermione might do to him if he remained silent. She sure is scarier than she was in school…except for that she punched me… He rubbed his nose involuntarily as he remembered the sting of that hit.

"Well…?" she waited for his answer.

"It’s personal," he mumbled into his shirt, but she got the drift.

"Fine, I won’t question you further, but I will say this: We will not win this case if you don’t corporate with me, Draco. I want to get you out of the prison as quickly as possible and with as little punishment as possible, partly because it’s my job but mostly because I know you don’t deserve to be her in the first place. Now, I am trying very hard to do all of this for you, but we are a team and you will need to trust me if you want to win this."

The word ‘trust’ bounced around Draco’s head like a pinball just released from the machine. He hadn’t trusted anyone his entire childhood – it had been beaten out of him by his father. It wasn’t until long after Lucius Malfoy had gotten himself killed that Draco had decided to turn over another lead, and it was then that he had found Camilla. She had taught him how to trust, as well as how to love, and he wasn’t sure that he would ever be able to feel those things again now that she was gone. As if he was realizing all of this for the first time, Draco felt a wave of sadness engulf him. His nose began to pric*kle as he fought back tears. As he remembered where he was and that he was not alone, Draco sniffed deeply and tried to discreetly wipe the corner of his eyes.

He looked up at Hermione, who was watching him carefully. He nodded. "Ok."

That was all he said, but it was enough for her. She let out a small smile before taking her seat. Draco picked up the thermos next to him on the desk and poured himself a large cup of coffee and picked up a donut as well.

Hermione got her paper out from her briefcase and clicked her pen. "Ok, now where were we?"

As Draco shuffled back to his cell two hours later, he was in a much better mood, an effect that only Hermione had managed to have on him since his arrival in the hellhole. The guard tipped his hat as he let Draco back in and then shut the heavy door behind him.

In the corner of his cell there was another care packed from Hermione. There were heaps of fruit (bananas and apples and oranges mostly), a few muffins and –of course- a large slab of chocolate. She had also left him some tea packets and small pillow for him to sleep on. At the bottom of the basket, Draco found a small, wrapped present. He lifted it out and looked at the note that was attached to it.

Draco,

Cheer up! I know it’s been tough in here to have any fun, but I hope these help.

We’re doing great; I know we can win this!

~ Hermione

Draco pulled the paper off of the small gift and found himself holding a deck of exploding snap cards. He grinned to himself as he thought of his days on the train to Hogwarts so many years ago and the echoes of laughter that ran through the compartments while the student played with their magical toys. He set the cards aside for now, lay his head down on the pillow she had left and soon he was fast asleep once again.




weeeeeeeee! finally I had time to finish the chapter so, there it is and I hope you enjoyed, but I can promise I won't have time before spring break (it's coming up on the 8th, though, so don't worry!!) and then I will definitely start adding more!!

comments, pleeeassee!
~Jes xo

p.s sorry I had to write pric*kle like that but it won't let me write it just as it is because it had a bad word in the front..it comes out like this *****le, and then you would have no idea what was going on. lol..anyone we can talk to about that? it's kinda odd, because it's a completely harmless word, lol

very good post!...interesting...we'll just have to see what happens

How is pric*kle a bad word? Wtf? Anyway, yeah. Loved the dream, so cute. Exploding Snap cards!! Oh boy! PAMS!!
Amie

yeah, it took me s econd too..i was like, wtf? it's becauuse of the first 5 letters and the fact that they spell another word which is another name for an "foul body part'...i guess it's just hard for the intsa-beta on the site to notice if it's just that word or a completely diff. word..still annoying tho.

more when I can
~Jes xo

no day but today
^just watched 'Rent'!!!

Wkd Post...awesome....

Pams

-helen

Draco fell in love with Hermione!!
PAMS!!

This is good! Keep it up!!! *New reader*

heya

so here is the 6th chapter...I just sort of realized while I was writing this chapter that this can't be afull story really and that the next chapter will prolly be that last...sad, I know!
but remember - that means I'll have time to start another fic (yayyy!) and it'll prolly be another h/dr so get glad :cheerpyr: not mad ! lol

anyway....just wanted to warn y'all...I think you'll like this chapter, though!

Chapter Six: Surprise Visits and Guilty Kisses



“Draco?”

Draco Malfoy opened his eyes at the sound of his name and glanced around the room. He saw Hermione’s face come into focus on the other side of the table he had been sleeping on. His head lay on his arm, which was folded across the cold, hard desk they had come accustomed to during their meetings about his case. Draco lifted his head and rubbed his eyes.

“How long was I out?” he asked, an apologetic tone in his voice.

“Only about a minute, I think. I was sorting these papers for a little while, though, so maybe a little more. Why are you so tired?” Hermione watched him carefully.

Draco swallowed hard and took a sip of the coffee she had brought him. He shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly, “You know…prison conditions don’t really cater to the comforts of the inmates.” He forced a smile and raised his eyebrows.

“I know. But hopefully we’ll get a good lead soon and you’ll be out of here before you know it!” Hermione replied in her usual chipper tone. He smiled, knowing that it would still be months before he would have the possibility of rejoining the outside world.



Draco couldn’t tell Hermione why he had really fallen asleep in the middle of their trying to save his bum-bum from being thrown in a permanent life of solitude.

Hermione’s visits were becoming more frequent as the case moved forward; no less than three times a week were they together in that room, looking over documents with witness’ recollections of the night of Camilla’s murder and other important documents to do with Draco’s trial.

Whenever he wasn’t actually with her, Draco was thinking about Hermione, and at night she continued to haunt his dreams. Most nights he couldn’t even get to sleep with the knowledge that she might be visiting him the next day. He constantly worried about what she thought of him and if he looked as bad as he felt in his required orange jumpsuit. He lay awake for hours, watching the moon rise and fall through the tiny window at the top of his cell, always wishing that she was there with him, lying in his arms and listening to the soft beat of his heart as it called out to her.

Screamed is more like it, Draco thought as he recalled the sleepless nights and sipped his coffee quietly while Hermione shifts through stacks of paper.



“Well, I think that’s all we can get done today,” Hermione said, packing her things away in her briefcase and clicking it shut.

“Huh?” Draco said, looking up at her from the daydream that had grabbed hold of his consciousness for the last 10 minutes.

“Draco, are you sure that you’re ok?” Hermione asked him, worry shining through her eyes as she surveyed him carefully.

“What? I mean, yeah…yeah, I’m fine. I’m…fine…” his voice drifted off as his head screamed at him. No you’re not! You’re in love…real love and you’re dying keeping it all inside! You’re dying!

He smiled at her. “Fine,” he said once more, as if to prove his words.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He forced a grin and stood up.

“Ok, well I’m bringing a blanket for you the next time I come,” Hermione replied.

Draco blushed slightly. “No, you don’t-“

Hermione cut him off. “I’m bringing one. No arguments, Mister. It’s getting cold out at night and you clearly aren’t getting the sleep you need to win this case.”

“Fiiiiine,” he pretend groaned and she smiled.

“Good.”

I don’t think that’ll help the problem, though…Draco though to himself as they walked out of the room.



- - - -



A few days later, Draco was lying on the floor of his cell, the soft blanket wrapped around him and his arm around the back of his head, leaning against the pillow Hermione had dropped off a few weeks ago. He was munching on one of the green apples she had left in his last “gift basket” and was nearly done when he heard the familiar clip-clop of eels on the hall floor.

He lifted his head and smiled before he realized something. That’s odd…Hermione isn’t supposed to be visiting me today…

He shrugged his shoulders and sat up, leaning against the wall as he finished his snack. The footsteps picked up speed as they hurried towards his cell and Draco wondered what she might be moving so fast for. Hermione stopped at the hall security desk; Draco could see her moving by watching the small crack between his sliding door and the cold floor.

“Ma’am, you’re not on list as a visitor today,” the man told her. Draco rolled his eyes; the security guard was obviously new to this part of the prison and had never met Hermione Granger before. He didn’t give up without a fight.

“Yes, I realize, but it is very important –imperative even- that I speak with my client right now!” she replied quickly, a note of urgency in her usually calm and steady voice. Draco’s interest was peaked as he watched her feet move uneasily on the other side of the door. He put the core of his apple on the floor and listened carefully to the conversation.

“I’m sorry – I can’t let you through. Prison rules,” the guard told her, and Draco could hear the rustling of his newspaper as he clearly thought the conversation was over. Draco smiled and waited to see what Hermione’s next plan of action would be.

“Fine,” she told him, the steadiness back in her voice as she continued, “if you won’t let me in to see my client, I’ll just have to talk to him from here.”

“Ma’am?” the guard questioned.

Draco wrinkled his forehead What is she up to?

He didn’t have long to wonder, however, because Hermione’s voice was calling to him from where she stood in the hallway.

“Draco? DRACO MALFOY, CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” she called.

“Excuse me, what do you think you’re do-“

“DRACO?” she continued to yell and he cleared his throat.

“Uhhh, yeah?” he replied, loud enough for her to hear but not shouting like Hermione was.

“Good. Ok, I have great news to tell you, are you ready?” she started, and he was imagining the glowing smile on her beautiful face, even as she stood in the hall, unable to actually see his reaction.

“Jesus Christ,” Draco heard the guard mutter as he stood up, his keys jangling at his hip.

“Yeah…I think I’m ready,” he replied anyway.

“Ok, well. Um, wait...excuse me, sir what are you…oh, ok…um, just hold on a second, Draco,” he heard her step back from the door as the guard jingled is keys, searching for the right one to fit his lock. A second later, there was a scarping of metal on metal and then Draco saw his door slide back to reveal Hermione, who was grinning broadly, and the guard, who was shaking his head at her as he removed his key from the lock.

“Leave this door open, ya hear?” he said, exerting the last drop of his authority over Hermione.

She nodded and her smiled grew wider. “Thank-you, sir.”

He raised his eyebrows at her and slumped off back to his desk whispering something about ‘crazy psycho...’ under his breath.



Hermione turned back to Draco and almost squealed; she looked to be bursting at the seams with the news she had for him.

He leaned forward, waiting for her to say something. “So…what’s this big news?” he asked.

“Oh, right! Ok, so remember how I couldn’t find the guy who you talked to behind the ticket booth at the movies that night?” she started, her breathing rapid, her face excited.

“Yeah…” he couldn’t see how this was helping him.

“Well, I finally tracked him down and got him to do an interview with me. The police already confirmed that Camilla had been dead for at least an hour before you were found with her, and he told me that he had seen you only 20 minutes before you were arrested! Not only that, but we have the woman in the bathroom as a witness that she saw you at the same time; she’s willing to testify and I have his interview on tape, along with a signed release of the information he told me! These along with the other witnesses I’ve managed to talk to should leave no question in the judge’s or the jury’s mind that you 100% innocent!” she stopped to take a well-needed breath and beamed at Draco. The information slowly sank in and he was soon grinning goofily back at her.

“Oh my God!” he cried.

“I know!” she squealed. Draco walked towards her, still not believing what he was hearing. This was the witness they had needed for the past three months, this was his ticket to the truth, his ticket out of this Shazblaaah-hole and back to a perfectly clean record.

“And,” Hermione started.

Draco cut her off. “There’s more good news?!”

She nodded and licked her lips before continuing. “I just heard from the judge that will be presiding over the trial and he has a date for us at the end of August, which means…”

“That I hardly have…what, two weeks left in here?” he said, finishing her sentence for her.

She nodded.

“Oh my GOD!” he screamed and ran over to Hermione, swiftly pulling her into a bone-crushing hug. She laughed as he lifted her off the ground and swung her around through the air a few times before letting her down.

“You’re amazing,” he told her, his smiled beaming just inches from her face as he held onto her tightly.

“Well, for the money you’re paying me-“ but she didn’t get to finish this thought because Draco had kissed her hard on the mouth.

Hermione made a small squeak and looked frantically around the room, but slowly she closed her eyes and, despite her better judgment and everything her head had been telling her for the past 3 months, kissed him back. The vigor went out of the kiss, but he still held her face firmly against his as he moved his calloused hands up to caress her cheek.

Finally, after hat seemed like ages, Hermione broke the embrace and opened her eyes and stared at him, horror in her face as she realized she what she had done. She pulled away from him and stumbled backwards towards the door. Draco frowned at her.

“I uhh, I have to…” she murmured, her chest heaving slightly as her eyes glanced worriedly around the cell.

“Hermione..” he tried, but she shook her head.

“No, I’m your lawyer, and you are my client. No..I just, I can’t. I have to go…” she turned and hurried down the hallway. The inmates in the cells on Draco’s side of the hall had quickly realized what had happened and were catcalling and whistling at Hermione as she clicked away in her black heels.

“Hey, baby…wanna represent me?!” one called at her as she hurried past.

Draco stumbled back and fell down the wall, his face in his hands. He heard the chuckle of the prison guard as he slid Draco’s door shut and locked it.

“Idiot…” Draco whispered to himself, and as he lay back down onto the ground, he hugged his pillow to his chest. A single tear rolled down his pale cheek as the last hint of Hermione’s heels disappeared down the hallway.

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so here is the 6th chapter...I just sort of realized while I was writing this chapter that this can't be afull story really and that the next chapter will prolly be that last...sad, I know!

No. NO. NOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

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but remember - that means I'll have time to start another fic (yayyy!) and it'll prolly be another h/dr so get glad not mad ! lol

Yes. YES. YESSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

So yeah, about the post. It was so awesome, especially when Hermy brought the news. Too bad Hermy freaked out though Aww, Draco, don't cry. PAMS!!
Amie

wkd post...pams

-helen

AWWW! This is so good! I will definately(sp?) read more by you!!!


LOVING THE POST!

good good....cute post...pams

It is ending already???!!?!
'Tomorrow is just over the horizon' started earlier but is ending later than this fic...
PAMS!!

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this rating should be changed to SA 16+ and stay in the restricted section

thanks
~Jes xo

when will you post again?

WOW! is the only word i can find to decsribe this story... ilove it so far and i can't wait to read more...plz post Soon.
Amanda

ahhh I just started reading it can't be over ahhh!!! (but I'll check out your other ones!!! ; )...)

sorry i haven't posted in ages - we started school again and it's been crazy and it will be up until after I take my AP's (yeaahhhh standardized testing to determine your future college, wooo! lol) and then after that I will have a history paper to do and I will be studying for exams for regular classes and taking SATII's - another cheer for hours of my life wasted over bubble-in-the-answer tests!

I will add again before all that is over - I promise! however, it might be another week or so and remember, the next post will be the last (sad, I know) so maybe you want to wait a little bit, haha.

love you all sooo much though and hey new readers!!
~Jes xoxo

I hate Standardized test we just had ours last week and i have the last part of it tommarow but it's cool b/c our schedual is different!!! but they are boring anyway glad to here you will post more soon!!!!

aww, it has to end that sucks sooo much! oh well, ill just wait for your new fic with h/dr lol!! yay

Lauren