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Justice
Chapter 4: Justice
Disclaimer: Same as before… yadda yadda… All recognisable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, the rest belong to me…
A/N: Wow! Thanks again to all the people that reviewed! I have a vague idea of where I want this story to go as versions of it have been running through my head for weeks now before I decided to post it so it’s your reviews that keep these fingers typing!
And just as a reminder; from here on in the story is nine years later… therefore characters are approximately 26 years old…
Reviews:
Danni: Hm yea the first chapter made me sad too coz I’m also bi! (Guess it was some of my own fears or whatever coming into that… I sort of drifted off while I was writing it…) um… hope your finger’s alright…
And, as always, a special thanks to everybody else who reviewed…!
Anyway, here we go:
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“Draco! Come ON! We have to go! You know how Hermione gets when we’re late!” yelled Ron up the stairs of the Order Headquarters.
For, yes, over the course of the war, unlikely enemies had had to join forces, grow up and put aside rivalries. The wars had been raging on and off for the past nine years and all its participants were tired; they just wanted it to end. Even Lord Voldemort himself had recently scaled down the attacks; it seemed even Dark Lords eventually got bored of torturing people when the opposition was too weak. The wizarding world was still waiting for their hero, Harry Potter, to return but in the meantime, life went on.
The duo were currently headed to one, Hermione Granger’s flat where a Christmas lunch was being held.
“COMING!” hollered Draco down the stairs, rather unnecessarily as he was already sprinting down the stairs, hurriedly fixing his collar.
“Finally, mate, thought you’d never make it… she swore she’d curse us if we were late this time, Christmas be damned!” drawled Blaise Zabini, Draco’s closest friend, as soon as he reached the landing.
Looking around, Draco realised everyone had apparently been waiting for him for a while as they were all leaning rather impatiently on various banisters and walls.
Pansy Parkinson, long time girlfriend of Blaise and another of Draco’s friends, was leaning in a bored manner against the entranceway wall, her cargo pants getting slightly crushed as she shuffled impatiently and wearing a black t-shirt that barely covered her navel but with some odd Christmas pattern down the side (which, by the way, Draco found absolutely weird). Blaise was wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark navy blue shirt. Ron, on the other hand, had absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever as Draco repeatedly told him; he had somehow managed to find some green shorts (which clashed horribly with his hair) a pink flowery t-shirt to go with it!
Draco himself was wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans and a grey-button up shirt.
Shaking his head in amusement at his friends, they all started towards the fireplace to floo to Hermione’s place.
Dusting himself off at their destination, Draco smirked as he noticed Hermione trying, rather unsuccessfully, to transfigure her boyfriend’s clothes into something more respectable without him noticing.
“Hermione!” yelped Ron, trying to dodge her wand aim, “Will you stop?! I look fine as is!”
“Oh! Fine! Wear what you want then! I give up!” said Hermione exasperatedly after another fruitless ten minutes.
Chuckling at the couple, everyone exchanged greeting and left their presents under Hermione’s large tree.
“Wow, Hermy, looks like you’ve gone to a lot of trouble today,” commented Pansy using the nickname Hermione hated with a passion.
And, indeed she had gone to a lot of trouble today; the whole flat was tastefully decked out in Christmas colours giving the place a warm and cosy feeling. A large, bushy Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the room, branches laden with colour co-ordinated baubles of all shapes and sizes. Presents were scattered at the bottom of the tree. She’d even cooked what looked to be a fantastic Christmas lunch for them though after experiencing her last try with cooking, everyone was understandably wary of actually eating it.
As all of them sat down for lunch however, an owl hooted at the window. Curiously letting the bird in and releasing it of its burden, Ron was puzzled as to whom this odd looking letter might be from. It was a slightly wrinkled piece of parchment and it was black with white writing on it. On the front in large, loopy letters, were the words DRACO MALFOY.
Reading through it, Draco’s face gradually became more and more ashen until he finally dropped it in shock.
“Draco! What is it?” asked Hermione worriedly, grabbing the piece of parchment and skimming through it.
“Oh! This is ridiculous! Draco, you didn’t do it, right?” Draco mutely shook his head no, “well then what’s the problem? We can easily prove that you’re innocent! We just need to find a good muggle lawyer that will argue the case for us! What a batty woman! I know her! As if anyone would want her like that!”
“Hermione! Would you stop babbling and tell us what it says!?” cut in Ron exasperatedly.
Dear Mr Malfoy (she read)
It has come to our notice via the complaint of one of our trusted clients, Mrs Peggy Scott, that your reputation and record as one of our top businessmen may not be as spotless as we had hoped. We have received complaints of non-consensual sexual acts in your office and the client has arranged for a court hearing on the 5th January. Should you be proven guilty (a verdict we hope not to reach) your career in our company shall be re-evaluated post-haste. Please find enclosed the necessary paperwork for the court case.
Sincerely,
Martha Dorgan
Head of Stallion Finance Enterprises
“Hermione! I know that she’s nutty as a fruitcake but she also hates everything that I am and WILL find some way to prove me guilty!” said Draco quietly.
“Well we’ll just need to find the best damn lawyer we can then because I’ll be damned if your whole career is going down the line just on her words!” said Hermione determinedly.
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As most law firms had gone on holiday for the duration of the Christmas period, they had had to wait for another whole week before calling around for a suitable lawyer. Eventually, it was Hermione who found the firm that employed the lawyer with the highest track record of any of the lawyers they had previously seen and she had arranged to have a consultation with that lawyer come Tuesday morning.
On the outside, Draco looked the part of the cool, collected businessman but all his close friends knew he had the trademark Malfoy Mask on again.
“Draco, chill out there mate,” tried Ron, “He’s the best muggle lawyer this side of the country… He won’t let you down…”
“Easy for you to say, it’s not your career on the line,” sneered Draco.
“Oh, hush, Draco!” scolded Hermione, “stop worrying and let’s go.”
Taking one last look in the mirror, Draco had to admit that he looked pretty damn good with his black suit and shiny shoes. His hair had, over the past few years, been cut much shorter than he used to wear it in school and it currently had some gel holding it in place.
Finally, the group managed to apparate into a nearby alleyway and found the building they needed without any trouble as it was easily the largest building in the street. As Hermione led them to the floor the firm was located on, she couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Ron, Draco, Blaise and Pansy’s face as the elevator took them up.
They arrived at the waiting room and, after checking in at the Reception, sat down to wait.
“Mr Malfoy…” called the frazzled looking receptionist not long after they sat down, “you can go in now. He will be with you in a minute.”
As they entered the office, they could not help but be impressed by the layout; simple mahogany furniture placed tastefully around the office perfectly complimented the dark shades of the room and, for all it was meant to be, looked the part of the successful lawyer's office. Taking the seats in front of the main desk, they waited for the lawyer to arrive.
“…have it on your desk in the morning! Jeez, keep your pants on Barbara!” called out an amused voice that sounded painfully familiar only slightly deeper than they remembered it. Pushing the door open with his feet as his hands held a large stack of files came the one person none of them had been expecting to see; Harry James Potter.
A/N: Oh, wow! I love my cliffhangers! Hehehe! (Yes, I realise it may have been painfully obvious for some of you that our Harry dearest would be the lawyer but stay tuned anyhow!)
And please review!
Disclaimer: Same as before… yadda yadda… All recognisable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, the rest belong to me…
A/N: Wow! Thanks again to all the people that reviewed! I have a vague idea of where I want this story to go as versions of it have been running through my head for weeks now before I decided to post it so it’s your reviews that keep these fingers typing!
And just as a reminder; from here on in the story is nine years later… therefore characters are approximately 26 years old…
Reviews:
Danni: Hm yea the first chapter made me sad too coz I’m also bi! (Guess it was some of my own fears or whatever coming into that… I sort of drifted off while I was writing it…) um… hope your finger’s alright…
And, as always, a special thanks to everybody else who reviewed…!
Anyway, here we go:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Draco! Come ON! We have to go! You know how Hermione gets when we’re late!” yelled Ron up the stairs of the Order Headquarters.
For, yes, over the course of the war, unlikely enemies had had to join forces, grow up and put aside rivalries. The wars had been raging on and off for the past nine years and all its participants were tired; they just wanted it to end. Even Lord Voldemort himself had recently scaled down the attacks; it seemed even Dark Lords eventually got bored of torturing people when the opposition was too weak. The wizarding world was still waiting for their hero, Harry Potter, to return but in the meantime, life went on.
The duo were currently headed to one, Hermione Granger’s flat where a Christmas lunch was being held.
“COMING!” hollered Draco down the stairs, rather unnecessarily as he was already sprinting down the stairs, hurriedly fixing his collar.
“Finally, mate, thought you’d never make it… she swore she’d curse us if we were late this time, Christmas be damned!” drawled Blaise Zabini, Draco’s closest friend, as soon as he reached the landing.
Looking around, Draco realised everyone had apparently been waiting for him for a while as they were all leaning rather impatiently on various banisters and walls.
Pansy Parkinson, long time girlfriend of Blaise and another of Draco’s friends, was leaning in a bored manner against the entranceway wall, her cargo pants getting slightly crushed as she shuffled impatiently and wearing a black t-shirt that barely covered her navel but with some odd Christmas pattern down the side (which, by the way, Draco found absolutely weird). Blaise was wearing a pair of black slacks and a dark navy blue shirt. Ron, on the other hand, had absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever as Draco repeatedly told him; he had somehow managed to find some green shorts (which clashed horribly with his hair) a pink flowery t-shirt to go with it!
Draco himself was wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans and a grey-button up shirt.
Shaking his head in amusement at his friends, they all started towards the fireplace to floo to Hermione’s place.
Dusting himself off at their destination, Draco smirked as he noticed Hermione trying, rather unsuccessfully, to transfigure her boyfriend’s clothes into something more respectable without him noticing.
“Hermione!” yelped Ron, trying to dodge her wand aim, “Will you stop?! I look fine as is!”
“Oh! Fine! Wear what you want then! I give up!” said Hermione exasperatedly after another fruitless ten minutes.
Chuckling at the couple, everyone exchanged greeting and left their presents under Hermione’s large tree.
“Wow, Hermy, looks like you’ve gone to a lot of trouble today,” commented Pansy using the nickname Hermione hated with a passion.
And, indeed she had gone to a lot of trouble today; the whole flat was tastefully decked out in Christmas colours giving the place a warm and cosy feeling. A large, bushy Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of the room, branches laden with colour co-ordinated baubles of all shapes and sizes. Presents were scattered at the bottom of the tree. She’d even cooked what looked to be a fantastic Christmas lunch for them though after experiencing her last try with cooking, everyone was understandably wary of actually eating it.
As all of them sat down for lunch however, an owl hooted at the window. Curiously letting the bird in and releasing it of its burden, Ron was puzzled as to whom this odd looking letter might be from. It was a slightly wrinkled piece of parchment and it was black with white writing on it. On the front in large, loopy letters, were the words DRACO MALFOY.
Reading through it, Draco’s face gradually became more and more ashen until he finally dropped it in shock.
“Draco! What is it?” asked Hermione worriedly, grabbing the piece of parchment and skimming through it.
“Oh! This is ridiculous! Draco, you didn’t do it, right?” Draco mutely shook his head no, “well then what’s the problem? We can easily prove that you’re innocent! We just need to find a good muggle lawyer that will argue the case for us! What a batty woman! I know her! As if anyone would want her like that!”
“Hermione! Would you stop babbling and tell us what it says!?” cut in Ron exasperatedly.
Dear Mr Malfoy (she read)
It has come to our notice via the complaint of one of our trusted clients, Mrs Peggy Scott, that your reputation and record as one of our top businessmen may not be as spotless as we had hoped. We have received complaints of non-consensual sexual acts in your office and the client has arranged for a court hearing on the 5th January. Should you be proven guilty (a verdict we hope not to reach) your career in our company shall be re-evaluated post-haste. Please find enclosed the necessary paperwork for the court case.
Sincerely,
Martha Dorgan
Head of Stallion Finance Enterprises
“Hermione! I know that she’s nutty as a fruitcake but she also hates everything that I am and WILL find some way to prove me guilty!” said Draco quietly.
“Well we’ll just need to find the best damn lawyer we can then because I’ll be damned if your whole career is going down the line just on her words!” said Hermione determinedly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As most law firms had gone on holiday for the duration of the Christmas period, they had had to wait for another whole week before calling around for a suitable lawyer. Eventually, it was Hermione who found the firm that employed the lawyer with the highest track record of any of the lawyers they had previously seen and she had arranged to have a consultation with that lawyer come Tuesday morning.
On the outside, Draco looked the part of the cool, collected businessman but all his close friends knew he had the trademark Malfoy Mask on again.
“Draco, chill out there mate,” tried Ron, “He’s the best muggle lawyer this side of the country… He won’t let you down…”
“Easy for you to say, it’s not your career on the line,” sneered Draco.
“Oh, hush, Draco!” scolded Hermione, “stop worrying and let’s go.”
Taking one last look in the mirror, Draco had to admit that he looked pretty damn good with his black suit and shiny shoes. His hair had, over the past few years, been cut much shorter than he used to wear it in school and it currently had some gel holding it in place.
Finally, the group managed to apparate into a nearby alleyway and found the building they needed without any trouble as it was easily the largest building in the street. As Hermione led them to the floor the firm was located on, she couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Ron, Draco, Blaise and Pansy’s face as the elevator took them up.
They arrived at the waiting room and, after checking in at the Reception, sat down to wait.
“Mr Malfoy…” called the frazzled looking receptionist not long after they sat down, “you can go in now. He will be with you in a minute.”
As they entered the office, they could not help but be impressed by the layout; simple mahogany furniture placed tastefully around the office perfectly complimented the dark shades of the room and, for all it was meant to be, looked the part of the successful lawyer's office. Taking the seats in front of the main desk, they waited for the lawyer to arrive.
“…have it on your desk in the morning! Jeez, keep your pants on Barbara!” called out an amused voice that sounded painfully familiar only slightly deeper than they remembered it. Pushing the door open with his feet as his hands held a large stack of files came the one person none of them had been expecting to see; Harry James Potter.
A/N: Oh, wow! I love my cliffhangers! Hehehe! (Yes, I realise it may have been painfully obvious for some of you that our Harry dearest would be the lawyer but stay tuned anyhow!)
And please review!