Draco Malfoy jumped at the noise an owl knocking on his window made. He opened the window, took the piece of paper. He read it once, than twice but aloud this time to let the words sink in. ''Your suspect stroke again. Please come fast to your office. It's Granger. - Zabini. '' // ''Lads,'' h...
It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.
Hogwarts is a welcoming place when you've never seen it littered with corpses; when you've never seen the lights fading from a person's eyes, when you've never heard the screams that echoed through the air. Of course, very few of the people there haven't seen it like that. Nightmares wreak havoc among Draco and Hermio...
Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?