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Forbidden Rapture	By : Marionne25 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 49897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Author's Note:
I'm still in heaven with all this vacation in my hands. Well, not an entire vacation but yes I'm feeling it that way.
Despite I have handful of students and all that - all those preparing materials for them and all that - I am in vacation mode.
Just waiting for graduation rites on the 2nd of June.
But here I am, most of the time at my fave coffee spots and simply writing or editing a chapter or two or planning my next chapters for my next fix.
A white chocolate mocha with extra shot never goes old.
Other than, I'm doing well.
How is everyone?
Will be posting a prologue or summary for the upcoming story I have.
I have two other stories I'm planning to write. Both are Snape fics.
Snape/OC fic
Snape/Hermione fic

Not sure yet which to post. Both are WIP.

Hope everyone is well.
Please review!

Lots of love
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Chapter Thirty Six
Opus Contrarium

“Harry, this is extra credit too.” Hermione pointed out as she finished Harry’s assignment for Defense Against the Dark Arts.
“Yeah. Well, whatever. It’s not like he’d be fair in giving me grades.” Harry said as he played with the Snitch he snuck out from practice earlier.
It was a quiet Saturday afternoon at the grounds.
Students were studying around the lake and in different sights at the grounds of Hogwarts.
The sky wasn’t too hot nor did it look like it was going to rain.
It was a good weather to be outside.
“Are we going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Harry asked turning over his stomach and staring up at Hermione who sat by the tree and continuously wrote.
“If I finish this on time so stop touching my legs.” Hermione mindlessly answered him.
Harry laughed at her as he continuously caressed her lower thigh.
He knew how much she wanted being touched there and he always wanted to tease her just to see how much control she could put over herself.
“Harry!” Hermione finally yelped at him as she threw a thin book right at him.
“What?” Harry laughed letting her legs go and climbing nearer her.
She rolled her eyes and went back to her writing.
“Come on, let’s go to Hogsmeade tomorrow.” Harry said with a charming smile.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him again.
She didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade because they had so much work to do at the moment at school.
But half of her wanted to go as well.
She wanted to somehow relax from all the stress from their school work.
“Yes?” Harry asked her.
“Yes what?” Hermione said snapping out of her thoughts.
“I asked you if you’d like to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. Ron is bringing Lavender.”
“I’m not sure. We have all these assignment.”
“Let’s do this, ‘Mione.” Harry said sitting up straight.
Hermione frowned and raised her brow at him.
“You’re going to give up your rest-night-Saturday-night?” she asked.
Harry nodded at her.
Hermione looked disbelieving but she also looked like it was a deal to her.
“Yes?” Harry asked standing up and holding his hand out to her.
Hermione thought for a moment but it seemed like she wanted to finish everything and have a day’s rest the following day.
“Fine.” Hermione said smiling and taking his head.
Harry took her back on her feet and then bent forward and started picking up their school stuff.
Hermione helped him and couldn’t help but grin at the sight of him.
He was willing to work tonight and give up his usual ‘rest night’ so that they could spend time together at Hogsmeade the following day.
Soon enough, Hermione found herself walking back inside the castle while Harry verbally noted what they had to do and finish.
“I think I saw some reference book in the library for our Herbology assignment. Mind if I go back for it?”
Harry took the books in her hands so that she only had her bag with her.
“Go.” Harry said nodding back as they were already halfway up the main staircase. “I’ll meet you at the Common Room.”
Hermione smiled and kissed him on the cheek.
“I’ll be right back.” Hermione called back as she ran down the stairs. “I’ll be fast. Meet you there!”
Harry nodded and walked his way back to the Common Room bringing with him twice the amount of books he had earlier.
Hermione excitedly ran back to the library with the thought in mind of going to the kitchens first before heading straight to their Common Room to get some snacks for Harry for their long study-night.
It took Hermione a couple of minutes to find what she was looking for and the moment she did, she hurriedly grabbed it and was off to Madam Pince to check it out when she accidentally bumped into someone.
A few books fell onto the floor with a couple of parchments.
“I’m sorry!” Hermione said quickly bending down to gather the fallen parchments and book within her reach.
She saw a pair of hands grabbed the other books on the floor.
“I’m sorry.” Hermione said straightening out the parchments in her hand. “Here.”
Hermione’s eyes widened.
It was Draco she had ran into.
He quietly picked up the last book from the floor and stared up at her.
His eyes were slightly wide at the sight of her.
He looked just as shock as she was.
It even took a moment for Draco to realize that it was Hermione who he had ran into and was holding the parchments he had written on earlier.
“Here-“ Hermione said handing over the parchments and the two books in her hands.
Draco blinked and stared at the objects she was handing over.
“Don’t need your help.” Draco snapped grabbing everything from her.
Hermione stared at him and she wanted to throw the books right at his face.
She felt annoyed for a moment until she realized that Draco didn’t look well.
In fact, he looked like he was sick or had lost sleep for days.
“Are – are you alright?” she asked quietly unable to stop herself.
Draco didn’t answer as he picked up the last of the fallen parchments.
She noticed how harassed and haggard he looked.
His eyes were sunken and dark circles were very obvious around them.
She wondered if the schoolwork were catching up on him.
If it was to her, what more to Draco who was usually neglecting his responsibilities as a student.
“Malfoy?”
“I’m fine.” Draco angrily said taking his bag from the floor. “I don’t need your concern.”
Hermione’s brows raised.
She opened her mouth to say something when someone else walked into the scene.
It was Snape.
He turned to the same corner of the library and upon seeing the two of them, he swiftly walked forward.
Snape stared at their questionable state.
They both looked surprised and irate at the same time.
Hermione looked like she was just about to say something morbid to Draco while Draco as harassed looking as Hermione was at the moment, looked like he was ready to hex her.
“What’s going on here?” he asked them both although he settled his eyes on Draco.
Draco stared at him only for a brief moment before looking away.
Hermione didn’t miss the fact that Draco seemed to be avoiding Snape’s gaze.
She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like there was tension between the two of them.
“Well?” Snape asked as he waited. “Will neither of you explain yourselves?”
Neither of them looked ready to explain.
And Hermione was surprised that Draco seemed unprepared or more so, uncaring and uninterested to say something that will bring her to her doom.
“Should I just give you both detention?” he asked them in a laced tone.
Hermione slightly panicked and opened her mouth to say something when Draco spoke.
“Detention for what?” he asked coldly looking up at him.
Snape raised his eyebrow at him.
Hermione looked as surprised as Snape was at Draco’s tone.
“Detention for what?” he asked again straightening up. “For staying in the library? For borrowing books from the library and studying for the weekend?” he asked him.
They stared at one another.
Hermione wasn’t sure if there was something going in around there but she felt the tension getting higher by the moment.
They stared at one another in such a way that Hermione had never seen before.
There was that look in Draco’s eyes that resembled something like hatred.
But why would that be?
Snape was his most favourite person in all of the universe other than his father.
And right now, Snape does not even seem like the slightest bit of a godfather to him.
Snape stared back at the boy however with what looked like warning in his eyes.
Warning for what exactly Hermione wasn’t quite sure.
“Mr. Malfoy, you seem to be-“
“We were just heading out of the library, professor.” Hermione said. “I just didn’t see him on my way out and-“
“Silence, Miss Granger.” Snape said eyeing her venomously.
Hermione quickly kept quiet and stared at Draco’s unfazed form.
He stood straight and took a step forward Snape as if to state that he wasn’t intimidated but his appearance there or being an authority per se.
Hermione wasn’t sure if it was a step forward Snape or a step in front of her to somewhat defend her from Snape’s verbal attacks.
She shook her head and bit her lower lip.
Why on earth would Draco do the latter if that was the case?
“You asked and she’s answering.” Draco spat bitterly. “Sometimes I wonder if you do understand what you’re saying or you simply want to scare people off because personally, I’m not intimidated by you..”
Snape’s eyes flashed and he looked livid.
Hermione noticed the same look in Draco’s eyes.
“To my office, Mr. Malfoy.” Snape simply said.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Draco had already turned away and Snape soon followed him without another word or gaze back at her.
She felt abandoned at that corner of the library.
She was lost in thought for a moment.
As she made her way to the Gryffindor Common Room to meet Harry for their study time she couldn’t help but be lost in her thoughts on what has just transpired.
Why was there tension and hatred in those black and blue eyes?
Snape had always been Draco’s favourite person and Snape seemed to favor Draco above all others no matter what he does.
And what had just happened proved that these statements were otherwise.
What could have happened to change these circumstances?
She knew that Draco could possibly be devastated for having his father sent to Azkaban because of what has happened a few months ago at the Ministry of Magic.
But was he blaming Snape?
Did he find out that Snape was really part of the Order of the Phoenix and now he has all the hatred for his godfather for what he has found out?

“What’s the delay?” Hermione asked.
They were at the lobby of the court house.
People were not yet allowed to enter the atrium.
Draco walked back to her after talking to some officials.
“The trial will be moved an hour later. I don’t know why but I am guessing it is upon Potter’s request.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed but she didn’t say anything.
“Do you like to stay at the café or eat or something?” he asked her knowing they’d have to wait somewhere as they didn’t have a choice.
Hermione bit her lower lip and looked around them before turning back to Draco.
“Is it possible to see him?” she asked Draco. “Where is Severus?”
Draco stared back at her and Hermione quickly sensed the stress she was causing him.
“I just thought that maybe it is possible to –“
“I’m still working on the possibility of you seeing him.”
“I see.” Hermione quietly said and he could read the disappointment all over her face.
“There is an order and a normal court rule that you can’t see the accused until the trial is over or unless it is otherwise quite imperative for the two of you to meet.”
“Is there no way for you to make something as imperative just so I could see him?” Hermione suggested hopefully.
Draco sat with her at the long benches by the lobby as he quietly thought about it.
“I will have to see.” Draco answered. “In truth Hermione this won’t be easy. Harry is doing everything he can to wrap this whole case up and he would ensure that little time in between – you don’t get to talk to him.”
“I understand.”
“He knows the danger if ever the two of you meet again.”
Hermione didn’t say anything knowing Draco was right.
“I understand Harry but I don’t get why he won’t listen.”
“You must see him from his place. He was so devastated to lose you – to not see you for so long, to not knowing whether you’re still alive and all..”
“I know that. I know that. But Severus.. he saved my life.”
“He saved it. He might have saved it, Hermione. But he still didn’t have the right to take you just like that.”
There was silence between them.
Somehow, she knew that Draco’s words were true.
But he was there, by her side, comforting her and being Snape’s Defense Council.
What exactly does that say about Draco?
“You know it wasn’t right.” Draco quietly said.
Hermione’s face turned at him with a blatant annoyance in them.
“Then why are you doing this?” Hermione asked with a raised brow.
Draco sighed heavily.
In truth, he wasn’t sure what to tell her.
Why was he really doing it in the first place?
The moment he heard about the case while he was abroad, he had to admit that it was pure curiosity.
He was more than surprised to find that his godfather was still alive and more so, that Hermione Granger was alive and had been with him for about a decade.
It was curiosity at first, but now that he was getting deeper into the getting, that he has been weaved through it without any chance of going out, he knew he would want to see the end of it.
“He saved my mother’s life. He saved my life.”
“You’re repaying debts?”
“Is that what it’s called?” Draco asked turning at Hermione with a peculiar expression.
Hermione wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not because he wasn’t smiling but he also looked like he was being somewhere sarcastic and somewhere near a joke.
“Seriously, Malfoy.”
“Seriously, Granger.” Draco spat back at her.
They stared at one another.
Hermione almost – almost – laughed at his expression.
Draco’s facial expression softened at her.
Hermione heavily sighed and sat back again folding her arms.
“You’re helping him.”
“Because I’m supposed to.”
“Even if you know that it isn’t right?” Hermione asked.
“You know it isn’t right but you’re here defending him.” Draco quietly answered her.
Nobody spoke for a moment until Draco slowly reached up for her hand and placed his over hers.
She didn’t move nor did she say anything.
“I have my reasons, Hermione.” Draco answered. “Just as you have your reasons to save him.”
“He just.. he tried to save everyone.”
“Severus had his reasons.” Draco said pursing his lips. “He has his reasons. My job is to try and save him.”
“And if you can’t?” Hermione asked. “If you can’t, Draco? What are you going to do?”
Draco shook his head at her.
“What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know Granger.”
“He can’t go to Azkaban.” Hermione said. “He doesn’t deserve Azkaban.”
“And what does he deserve?” Draco asked her. “What do you think he deserves?”
Hermione opened her mouth but no words came out.
Suddenly, she wasn’t sure what to answer him.
What did she really think that Snape deserves after everything that he has done?
She knew that they were right in putting him where he was but she was the one in the cottage and saw and endured everything and she knows that this just isn’t the fair way to deal with the trial.
But did she really know what he deserves?
“Do you think you’ll be with him?” Draco asked her. “Is that what you’re hopeful of?”
“What?”
“If a miracle by heaven or hell arrives and Severus gets to get out of this eventually, what do you expect? Do you expect to be with him? Do you expect to live happily ever after as Mrs. Snape?”
Hermione stared at him and swallowed hard.
For some reason, she was both hating him and feeling curious at the words he put out to her.
She suddenly wasn’t really sure what she wanted if Snape does escape this.
Did she really think that it would be easy?
That they could be just together after he gets off the trial?
Did she really think and imagine that they could get married as they had planned and live happily ever after?
What did she really think would happen should Snape escape the fate in Azkaban?
Suddenly, she felt indifferent and stupid.
She had been hoping and fighting for something so hard that eventually, she wasn’t sure what future she had in her mind if ever – by the miracles of heaven and hell – they win the case over.

Hermione was vaguely woken by a hand trailing across her back.
“Harry?” she murmured sleepily turning her head over at the other side. “What time is it?”
“Nearly eleven in the evening.” answered a deep, dark voice.
Hermione’s senses quickly went on full alert and she quickly sat up straight.
Snape was standing over her and looking down at her with a peculiar expression over his face.
“Professor!” Hermione exclaimed quickly looking around for Harry.
The library area from where she had fallen asleep was empty.
It took her a moment to recall that a few hours ago, Harry had excused himself from their study-time on a Thursday evening because they had an emergency Quidditch meeting.
She wondered if he headed back to the Common Room or he was still at the meeting.
“Sorry, professor.” Hermione said quickly gathering her things across the table and shoving everything inside her bag.
Snape couldn’t help but notice her hurry.
It was as if she was scared to be alone with him in the library.
“Do you need something, professor?” Hermione asked looking up at him.
“I was just looking for Potter.” Snape answered her truthfully. “And was doing my nightly rounds.”
“Sorry. We were finishing an assignment to be submitted tomorrow for professor Slughorn.”
“I see.” Snape answered staring down at her notes that were all neatly written.
“Harry went off to an emergency Quidditch meeting. He’s supposed to come back for me here. I’m not sure if he went straight to the Common Room.”
“They’re still at the meeting.” Snape answered him. “They’re using the common place of Quidditch players and Mr. Malfoy had to cancel his team’s meeting as well tonight because the Gryffindors managed to book the place earlier. Ms. Weasley has got some good skills to maintaining the standards of their team.”
Hermione only nodded as she finished packing her things.
“If I may be excused, professor.” Hermione said pushing her chair back.
Snape stopped her but placing his hand over her shoulder.
Hermione looked up at him with question in her eyes.
“In a hurry?” he gently asked her with a raised brow.
Hermione shook her head and slowly sat back.
Her mind did a very quick mental note that her wand was just within reach of her skirt’s pocket incase something has to be done.
She didn’t know why, but she somewhat didn’t feel that comfortable being alone with Snape at that hour even though it was at the library.
Even though she knew that he was part of the Order and was on their side.
There was just something in his eyes or aura at the moment that she completely didn’t trust.
Despite that she always defended his loyalty to when she was arguing with Harry and Ron on the subject, she suddenly felt unsure.

“You need something from me, p-professor?” she asked trying to sound casual.
Snape looked down at her and noticed the fear creeping upon her.
He almost smiled.
He was as intimidating as ever like she was some eleven-year old first year.
“Professor Snape?” her voice called out again.
“Potter.” Snape said. “Give word to him that the headmaster will not be able to meet him at their original designated date and time that he has told him.”
Hermione looked up at him and wondered where if Snape knew as much as she did on where Harry and the headmaster goes.
“Yes, I will let him know professor.” Hermione said with a curt nod. “Is there anything else?”
“Are you in a hurry?” he asked her.
“No.” Hermione answered. “Just wondering if there’s anything else you need because I’m going back to our Common Room.”
“I’ll escort you back, Miss Granger.” Snape said. “It’s already hours beyond curfew.”
“Then I should be at some sort of detention?” she asked him.
Snape didn’t really think about that.
But before he could say anything else, they both heard hurried footsteps and a reckless voice coming up to them.
“Everything alright, ‘Mione?”
They both turned and found Harry standing a few aisles of books from them.
He walked forward and step in between Snape and Hermione.
“What’s going on?” he asked staring at her then at Snape then back at her.
Snape stared at Harry’s harassed form.
He was still in his Quidditch robes and he looked and smelled like he needed a bath.
Snape raised his brow at the sight of him.
He was pursing his lips as if thinking of a good attack to send Harry.
“He was giving me a message for you.” Hermione answered gently taking hold of Harry’s hand.
Harry stared at him and knew that her gesture was meant to calm him down.
“Professor Snape was looking for you earlier.” Hermione said with a small smile.
“I was.” Snape said as he took two steps backward from the pair.
Harry stared back at him and nodded and then back at Hermione.
“I won’t repeat what I have told Miss Granger.” Snape said with an annoyed expression.
“It’s fine.” Harry said as he moved across the table to get Hermione’s bag with books and parchments from the table.
Snape watched as he heaved her things on his other shoulder while his other was already carrying his own bag with books and other things.
Rumors then might have been true that they were officially together.
He heard things and even heard about the subject being talked about at the staffroom but he never really took serious notice about the issue.
So what if they were together?
They had been friends – bestfriends – since they were first years.
One way or another, the brilliant Muggle-Born was meant to end up with one of her bestfriends.
It wasn’t really a big deal.
He wondered why it seemed to be a big deal to a lot of people – even teachers – at the school.
He wasn’t even sure why it seriously annoyed him to see how dedicated of a boyfriend he was.
“Is there anything else?” Harry’s voice came that shook him out of his reverie.
Snape looked down at him with a sharp gleam in his black eyes as he stared at Harry’s demanding stance.
He noticed that he was already holding Hermione’s wrist and ready to leave.
He took a step back and let them pass.
“Come on.” Harry muttered.
Walking away, he heard Hermione ask Harry if he has eaten already because she had saved some food for him in her bag from dinner that he had missed.
Before turning a corner, he called them back.
Harry looked annoyed as they turned back at him while Hermione looked sleepy and confused.
“Ten point from Gryffindor, Miss Granger.” Snape silkily said.
“What?” Harry asked him. “What for?”
Snape walked towards them and gave them at utmost smirk.
“For staying out of bed in curfew hours.” Snape simply said with a cold smirk.
Before Harry could ask or demand him to explain it further, he had walked passed them with his black robes billowing behind him as if laughing at their state.

There was entirely no formal or legitimatize rule that the victim should seat only at the side of the audience’s stand that was the opposite where the accused would be.
Neither was there a rule that the victim wasn’t allowed to walk next to anyone from the accused’s team or council.
So despite the shock, everybody was silent upon seeing Hermione enter the courtroom walking side-by-side the accused’s Defense Council, Draco Malfoy.
The Wizengamot was silent and only stared as Draco led her back to her usual seat in the audience and he crossed the atrium to stay at the side of the accused.
The court room waited as a few minutes later, Aurors and Ministry people came about bearing Snape with them in his usual prisoner robes and magical bonds.
Hermione was sure all eyes were on her upon seeing her questionable entrance at the court house.
She was so occupied with the thought of it that she didn’t notice that Harry arrived a few minutes later than she actually did.
He was usually early – when she was with him.
But today – not that he was tardy – but he was actually not as early as she expected him to be.
She saw him enter and talk to a couple of Ministry officials.
He took time and shook hands with two Wizengamot wizards and waved a few times around the room to people who called his name.
He walked up the steps and soon reached the line of chair from where Draco had lead her.
Hermione only calmed down upon seeing him reach her place when she saw that Lupin was actually behind him.
He looked like he lacked sleep but nevertheless, he smiled at the sight of her.
Lupin always appeared at the trials but somehow, his presence today seemed to matter to her.
It made her feel safe – from Harry.
Harry only glanced at her once since they met in the courtroom and she noticed that he seemed to be trying his best to focus on something.
It slightly bothered her for she knew that look.
It was the look that he usually wore before an important Quidditch match aka a match against Slytherins that he always badly wanted to win.
Another time she saw that look was at the time where she was helping him win the TriWizard tournament many years ago.
And most importantly, the last time she’s seen that look was at the night of the transfer where the look of evident determination was all over his face as he knew the danger they would have to face to cross the pathway to their transfer and how he was going to ensure the safety of his friends, of the Order and her safety above all.
And at the moment, Harry seemed to think of her as some sort of distraction that he didn’t want to look at in order to focus on the case and win it no matter what it would cost him.
Hermione sighed and turned to her side not knowing really what to tell Harry.
But before she could even have a chance, a Ministry official walked over and sat instead in between her and Harry.
He took Harry’s attention by the parchments he was reading and soon, Lupin was included in the conversation that was taking place.
She sat alone and unknowing on what to do next.
She looked over across the atrium and saw that Draco was talking to several people at their side of the room and was seriously bent over a table where Snape sat.
Hermione sat quietly around the room wondering if it was really wrong to enter the room by Draco’s side.
Nobody seemed to want to talk to her or even just look at her.
They all acted like she was some sort of demented person – like she wasn’t victim at all.
Well, she was a victim and she knew that she was hardly acting the part – she couldn’t really blame the people.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the head of the Wizengamot gave signal that they could begin.
Hermione sat straight as the opening statements of the hearing began.
It was like some sort of monologue she’s already memorized from day one.
The attendee’s annoying voice came to its end as he announced Draco’s name as he was called forward.
Hermione stared down from the benches to the atrium where Draco stood before the empty witness chair.
She breathed heavily and wondered what was going to happen as she thought that it was the attendee’s turn today to question Snape and then question her after.
Did she miss anything that Draco had briefed her about back at the manor?
“Mr. Malfoy?” one of the Wizengamot’s member asked staring down at Draco’s quiet feature.
“I would like to request for something.” Draco said in a hopeful tone.
The head of the council nodded at him to continue.
“I had been advised on these.” the oldest member said. “That you have a special request?” he asked.
Draco nodded coherently.
He moved forward and placed parchments over the tables to showcase to the jury.
“I would like to request permission for ‘Opus Contrarium’ for today’s court trial.”
Hermione wasn’t sure what it meant, but she was sure she’s heard of it and the way that the people reacted in the room it was obvious that it was something important.
The jury and the audiences made faces and reactions she wasn’t sure if good for them or bad but seeing that the Wizengamot seemed to be advised beforehand, Hermione tried to calm herself down.
She looked over to her side but saw no reaction from Harry at all.
Looking down, there was also no reaction from Snape at the accused’s chair.
“We had been advised.” the head of the jury said. “You are given permission, Mr. Malfoy.”
“Thank you, sir.” Draco said and he made a very obvious gesture of relief.
No matter what it was, Draco seemed unsure if he was to be given permission about it.
Hermione put her bet that it was something to gain in their side if it goes well.
Draco straightened his attire and once more wore that formal look over his façade that made Hermione think that she was staring down at another person and not the Draco Malfoy she knew of.
“By the blessing of the Wizengamot, today, I am requesting for special order for ‘Opus Contrarium’-“ Draco began as he walked proudly down and around the atrium.
“May we ask if you have your chosen individual or you would need to decide after the break?” asked the attendee.
Draco smiled at him and waved his hand up in the air.
“No need, sir.” Draco said as he smiled around the room seemingly confident of the time given to him.
Hermione looked sideways at the room but neither Harry nor Lupin were paying attention to her.
She could tell that Harry had shifted from his seat and that Lupin seemed to be whispering words at him to keep him over his chair.
“By blessing of the jury and Wizengamot – I have requested for ‘Opus Contrarium’ – the special order and request that gives me authority to call out on anyone in this court room trial to be witness for the case without ahead advisory to prepare for that he or she will be called out today and will swear honesty in front of this courtroom.”
Hermione’s eyes whirled around at Draco and at explanation he had just given.
He was going to call out someone who was going to answer his questions – unprepared?
Who the hell was he planning to call out?
“By declaration of this and the blessing of the full jury and Wizengamot, the court today will withheld this order and therefore, I call upon Mr. Remus John Lupin to take the witness’ stand.”
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