Slytherin Pride

The Trial

Ginny's POV

I ran up the stairs. Harry was mental! Ron...can't just do that like he knows everything. I shook my head and walked through the portrait. We had two minutes. I rushed to Draco's dorm he was pacing. "There you are! You took forever...is that a burn?!" I was confused so I looked down at my arms. My left arm was slightly yellow and throbbing. I hadn't even noticed. "Oh...that's nothing. We need to go." I threw the cloak on, Draco still trying to protest, but he stopped and his mouth stood a gasp. "Gin...you're invisible." I sighed. Really? "Yes. That's the whole freaking point!" He looked down, right at me, embarrassed. I guess he meant to look away but instead looked at me. "We really need to go. Draco grab my hand." He looked at me. "Well, I would, but I'm having a little trouble seeing it!" He grumbled. I groaned and stuck my hand out. He took a deep breath in and we were pulled through space. My stomach was twisting and I felt dizzy as our feet hit the floor with great force, causing me to release Draco's hand and fall to the ground with a thud. Draco pulled me back up, and then shoved me behind him. I was grinning. He still had to protect me, even though I couldn't be seen. His hand gripped mine so tightly his knuckles were white. I didn't mind though. I was clenching my teeth so hard, I think I cracked a filling. Bellatrix was walking in the shadows, blending in with the darkness, and Narcissa was walking, or limping, towards Draco. Draco suddenly let go of my arm, making all the blood rush back. It now felt cold. He rushed towards his mother leaving me out in the open. But I was so close to tears I didn't care. The scene before me was too moving. Draco was crying as he ran to her and held her in his arms. She sobbed weakly. Her sobs sounded like croaks. He was rubbing small circles on her back. "Mother...you look awful. You didn't write...did she do this?!" His mother just nodded faintly and slumped in his grip. "You know, I'm standing in your presence. What kind of nephew doesn't great his frail aunty?" Draco tensed. He gripped his mother tighter. "I don't know. What kind of aunt tortures her family for bondage purposes?" She stiffened too. "You're no true family. Coward." Draco's mother straightened. "Stop talking to my son. Stop. I...I forbid it." Then she slumped back into Draco's arms, like that statement took all of her energy away. Bellatrix laughed. "Why not? Your ashamed of him too. I told him the story of your arms." Draco looked directly at me, and then slightly shifted his head. He wanted me to hide. I wasn't going to leave. I was the only one with a wand that was able to protect him if needed. I moved slowly towards him. When I was by his back I drew with my fingertip. N O. He flinched at first but then sighed. His left hand moved behind his back and formed the shape of half a heart. I made my right hand into the shape of a heart under the cloak and pressed my hand against his. He was mine, and I was his.

Bellatrix cackled, and his mother looked close to tears and wouldn't meet his eyes. A bell chimed somewhere far off. It was time for the trial to begin. Draco and his mother flowed with the crowd into a huge congress room with a chair in the center of it. The crowd was acting as if on command, sitting in nice, filed rows, in rhythm, and exactly on time. I sat down on the ground, resting my head on Draco's knees. The ministry started to gather at the center of the room. Kingsley was among them. I scanned the crowd to find any familiar faces, and I spotted Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. She looked longingly at Draco. I felt my blood boil. He was mine. I was a little taken aback at my own comment. It sounded definite. It had always been a question before now. I removed my eyes of Parkinson, trying to focus on something else, and up near the top I saw Mcgonagall and Snape. Mcgonagall looked tense in general, shoulders up and eyes flitting back in forth. Snape, on the other hand was casual. Once a death eater, always a death eater. My eyes shifted back to the ministry officials. They formed a line, and with his wand, Kingsley shot a message into the air. It read;

Please ready your wands to cast a Patronus charm.

I now was scared. The lights dimmed and goose bumps rose on my arms. I shivered, and I felt Draco shiver as well. I could see my breaths in front of me. I looked down. My breath rattled in my lungs, now shallow. Dementors came swarming in. Encircling us. Patronuses appeared and ran around the room. I whispered quietly to my wand, and a silvery horse erupted out of it and joined the rest. No one had seen me. Draco lightly squeezed my shoulder. The iron gates rose and Lucius Malfoy was shoved into the room. He looked horrendous, matted hair and partially a beard. His eyes searched the room and lingered on Draco. He wore a scowl. This scowl deepened as he studied his son. Draco's mother let out small sobs. "My husband...what have you done to my husband?" Draco rubbed circles into her back and looked away to keep from crying. His grip was now painful, but I didn't say anything. It was okay to be in pain. I would probably end up crying as well.

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