[HP] Three thousand days of innocence

After the chaos of the previous two days, Sunday was exceptionally peaceful.To divert attention, Ginny wrote a letter to Luna, who was hunting fire demons with her husband in Bavaria; cleaned the apartment; made a to-do list for the week; and curled up on the sofa watching a BBC movie.Her life was back to what it was two months ago: quiet, predictable, and orderly, just the way she once liked it.Even if she sometimes imagined what Draco would think of the actor, it only distracted her slightly.

But on Monday morning, she was woken by a knock on the door.

Hearing this voice, her heart beat fast.Could it be that John and Simon came to see how Draco was doing?Ginny hastily draped a dressing gown over her pajamas and ran to the door, eager to see them again, begging them to help her restore Draco's trust, to tell them about Narcissa—

"Miss Weasley! Is it true that Draco Malfoy was detained by the Ministry of Magic late last night?"

She immediately slammed the front door shut, her heart pounding.There was a corps of magical reporters out there who had no idea how many Statutes of Secrecy they had violated—she caught a glimpse of the WWN badge, the Daily Prophet guy, a dazed man who belonged only to the Quibbler, and There were other media signs she didn't recognize.

Damn.Someone leaked everything to the press.

"Does Mr. Malfoy deny all the allegations?" Their voices were muffled through the door. "When will the trial begin?"

"Has a date been set?"

"Where has Tom Riddle been since he fell?"

Ginny leaned against the door, panting in frustration.As if criminal procedure and ministry rules and regulations weren't troublesome enough, these media outlets are always asking around and causing trouble.She figured she could just Apparate to work and avoid the reporters, but they'd already had pictures of her in her pajamas.She sighed.Dealing with the press should be part of Auror training, she thought petulantly.

She went back to her room to get dressed, brushed her hair, and returned to the mess.As soon as she opened the door, the camera's flash went off again. "I'll just say one thing." She straightened up. "I will not answer questions or say anything further on the subject."

Reporters waited, ready to quill every word she said.

"You should all know that I cannot make any statements about my work without the approval of my superiors," she said. "If you want information about the Draco Malfoy case, you need to go to the head of the Aurors or the Ministry of Magic's public relations liaison. That's all I'll say." After finishing speaking, she was disappointed And shut the door with a whimper.Ginny smiled happily.She would do anything to delay publication of Rita Skeeter's story.

Half an hour later, when she arrived at the Auror's office, there was a celebration inside, and her arm was almost broken by the Auror who wanted to congratulate her.

"Draco Malfoy, Ginny!" Teri Boot yelled, taking her hand in both and shaking it vigorously. "Merlin, this is a ten-year case!"

"You're definitely one of the best Aurors on the team," Angelina said. "I never doubted you could catch that bastard."

"It's all due to her," Ron told them, rebuffing him of the credit. "I got involved last and she did all the important research."

The whole world seemed to revolve around her like a Muggle movie, and Ginny felt that she had nothing to do with what was going on around her.Harry gave another speech about how proud he was of his department as they had apprehended the last of the Death Eaters and Tom Riddle supporters, announcing that this was the start of a new Auror department , a department with higher case handling efficiency.

His speech won warm cheers and applause.Ginny couldn't smile at all.

What do these orgies ultimately mean?Are these people really happy that a wizard might be sentenced to serve time in Azkaban?A few years ago, when new evidence emerged in one of Ginny's closed cases, she went to the Island Jail to bring the suspect back for retrial.Although the Dementors were long gone, someone in the Department of Mysteries decided to recreate the sense of fear and futility they caused.Now, the wizard guard recreates that feeling with a spell, and shields herself from harm with the Patronus and her brother George's protective cloak.There is no hope for the prisoners of Azkaban.There is no past, no future, just a present full of screams and despair.Many people go crazy after more than a year in prison, and even if they are not crazy, they are not the same as before.

Her suspect had been in jail for hunting Muggles for fun, and he had been in Azkaban for ten months when she went to him.He was delirious and talking gibberish.Retrials are postponed indefinitely, and prisoners return to their cells to rot.

She doesn't care about the media.Don't care about the celebration at the Leaky Cauldron that Harry just said, don't care about the salary increase, don't care about the respect and appreciation of colleagues, don't care about anything.Draco was just a few floors down, all alone in his holding cell - nothing was more important than seeing him acquitted and set free.there is nothing.

After the chaos subsided and most of the office got back to work, Harry approached her. "Did you get his confession?" he asked.

Ginny blinked. "Harry, he—"

"As soon as possible," he said, walking away. "I need to submit to the Wizengamot by Wednesday. The pre-trial date is set for the end of next week."

"Will it be made public?" she asked.

Harry laughed. "Of course." he replied. "The biggest trial of the year? No one wants to miss it. Remember my confession, Kim, and put it on my desk as soon as possible." He walked away, leaving her gaping at his back.

Ginny knew there was no way she could get any "confessions" from Draco, but she went to the holding cell anyway with a roll of parchment and her favorite quail quill.She would jump at any opportunity to see Draco alone, and the closer it got to his trial date, the fewer those opportunities would be.The courtroom guards let her pass easily, and both Lestrange and Yaxley remained quietly in their cells.

When she opened the cell door, he was barefoot and sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the detention room, with his hands outstretched, palms up.He closed his eyes and breathed steadily.The black robe Ron had lent him the night before was crumpled up on his bed, along with the bloodstained chef's uniform; flip-flops lay on the floor nearby.Draco was now wearing only gray trousers and a faded yellow T-shirt: a pink and black pattern that seemed to say, "Never mind that crap, it's sex." Weird Muggles.She really wanted to know what sex was.

Ginny stopped and looked at him. "Er - Draco?"

After a while, he opened his eyes. "How can I be of service to you?" he asked with a slight sneer.

"I—I'll see how you're doing?" Her tense voice raised the end of the sentence, and the statement turned into a question.

Draco smiled darkly. "The boy in the photo died from the fire that scarred me," he said, touching his left forearm where the devil's fire had burned it. "I only remember peacocks because I used to go out and talk to them, feed them, and they were far more interesting than anything else obviously not worth remembering, so my other childhood memories remain impenetrable Black Abyss. How are you?"

Although his attitude made her nervous, she forced herself to smile. "Very well, you - it's always good that you can remember something, Draco," she said. "How do you—"

"It's none of your business, but Dr. Walcott taught me to use meditation to manage stress." He stretched and stood up. "So I finally got my head around things. Thank you, by the way," he added, sneering harder. "Dumping me, arresting me, introducing me to my dying mother and a jerk father - what a great weekend."

"Would you rather have someone arrest you?" Ginny asked, raising her eyebrows. "Then you probably didn't have to go to Wiltshire at all last night. They'll tell you the news of your mother's death through the bars of your cell. Or yell at you in the corridor."

"How much of what you've told me is an outright lie?" he asked, eyes blazing. "I'm sure you're used to lying on the job—as I said, Ginny Beasley, I've seen through you by now. If that was your real name, but I suspect it's not. You're a cop, and I am your target, am I not?"

"You have been charged with murder, harassment and absconding," she said. "But I don't think—"

"So you found me and decided to go undercover, right?" Seeing that she didn't answer immediately, he cornered her against the wall, her back against the wall, her heart pounding. "I'm asking you a question," he hissed.

"Yes, I chose to learn as much as possible about the case before I handed you over," she said boldly, her voice not trembling. "My name is Ginny. Ginny Weasley."

"Ah." He stepped back, wrinkling his face in disgust. "Yes, it's very convenient, just change your last name. If you don't make you feel guilty for cheating me like this, then I will definitely achieve this effect when I fucked another woman's name." He Laughed contemptuously.

Fear and shame welled up, but somewhere Ginny found the courage to not flinch. "I never thought things would turn out this way," she insisted. "I know I hurt you—maybe permanently, I don't know—"

"Your apology won't make me feel less stupid," he cried.

"I'm not using you, Draco! Not everything I tell you is a lie!"

Panting heavily, he paced restlessly in the small, windowless room. "You're a scheming bitch," he said angrily, "a deceitful, lying, double-faced, sly slut—"

"You can scold me all you want, I deserve it," she cried, walking towards him. "Call me!"

"This is too kind to you! You deserve the same hurt as me!"

"Then hit me, and I'll bring the other side. Come on, Draco! Do to me what you want, I treated you unfairly, I know—"

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This sound is enough.He immediately let go of her and walked to the other end of the cell, panting.Ginny leaned unsteadily against the stone wall, panting with difficulty.The previous touch made her body sing, longing for more.

"I'm sorry." He said hoarsely without looking at her.Holding his hand against the wall, he turned his back to her. "I know you're with Harry now. It won't happen again."

Ginny's heart was beating violently. "Draco—"

"Leave me alone," he said softly.

There is nothing more to say.With tears in her eyes, Ginny picked up the fallen parchment and quill, and left the cell without looking back.