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You Never Know	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron walked beside Draco as they entered the Ministry and walked to the lower levels where courtrooms were held. Outside their appointed room, they approached and found Sara there with her legal counsel, Clare Devale.

“So it’s come to this Ron. To get what I deserve I have to drag you into court.” Sara started in on Ron but Draco stepped to the side and blocked her path. She stared him down and rested her hands on her hips. “I want to talk to my husband.”

“He is your ex-husband now, or didn’t you read the parchment that was mailed to you.” Draco said with a smile. “Miss Devale, you should inform your client of the communication rights in this country.” He rested a hand on Ron’s shoulder and walked to the now open door.

Sara looked over at her lawyer. “Communication rights? Does that mean I can’t talk to my own husband?”

“Ex-husband. And by law, since you have divorced, Ron does not have to speak to you, he can have anyone address you for him if he wants. In this case it would be his lawyer. Remember what I told you,” She began walking her client into the courtroom, “control your temper it will make you look bad.”

“Right.” Sara walked with high society dignity into court. He long curly brown hair was cascading down her back and her dainty heel clicked the floor as she walked. She had an air of arrogance about her that Ron hadn’t seen until she was denied something she wanted. It made her natural beauty contort into ugliness. Ron refused to look at her. He took a seat at the table assigned to him and Draco, while his ex-wife and Clare took a seat at the table beside them.

It was some time before the panel arrived but Draco used the time to organize the parchments he needed. He leaned back in his chair and relaxed, waiting. “Draco,” Ron whispered to him, “does she have any bearing?”

Draco leaned toward him and whispered. “If she has any then she would have to agree to sell her own gifts. But bona-fide gifts are usually excluded in things like this, and it states just that in your contract.”

Ron nodded and relaxed in his chair. He resolved to say not one word from here on out. Draco knew his wishes and what he would be willing to do or what he wasn’t willing to do. All he had to do was sit there and listen.

Sara on the other hand was sending Ron scathing looks from her chair, looking over her lawyer’s head and leaning back in her chair. “You know if you keep doing that, it will make you appear malicious.” Her lawyer whispered to her.

“Doing what?” She asked, focusing on Clare.

“Trying to sneak looks at him. It makes it seem as if you are here to make him pay, not to get what you deserve. If you appear too focused on him, revenge seems a plausible motive and you will walk out of here with nothing.” Clare looked back down at her parchments and Sara had to fight hard to focus on the floor tiles.

The panel of a wizard and two witches entered and took their places on the platform raised a good three feet higher than the tables Ron and his wife occupied. They seemed impartial and looked at neither Ron nor Sara for any specific length of time. They focused instead on the lawyers.

“Well now,” the wizard spoke, “it seems we are here to form a judgment on a question of profit made from jewelry. Miss Devale, I believe your client was the party who instigated this action?”

“Yes Honorable Chairwizard. My client came across knowledge that her former husband sold some jewelry and other items without her knowledge and withheld the profits for himself. According to their pre-marital contract, sale of assets are supposed to be split between them.” She spoke with a competency to be admired, but the sight of her client shifting about in her seat made her look bad.

“I see. Do we have a list of the items in question.” He asked.

“I do Sir.” Draco stood.

“Very well, what items and what profit was earned?” All three reached out and took the parchments that Draco sent drifting toward them. For the record and for the other lawyers benefit, he read the list aloud.

“A gold necklace-sold for 200 galleons. A men’s 24 ct. white gold men’s ring with ruby stone-sold for 500 galleons. Six sets of cufflinks in 14 ct. gold, each with a different setting of diamonds-set of six sold for 400 galleons total. A diamond solitaire earring set on 14 ct. gold-sold for 80 galleons. A men’s pocket watch and 15 inch chain in solid 24ct gold-sold for 700 galleons. A stationary office set complete with gold letter opener in 14ct. Matching quills and gold ink bottles-set sold for 120 galleons. Two tie clips in 14 ct. white gold-the set sold for 245 galleons.” Draco finished and allowed the panel to confer with their own lists.

“So in all we are speaking of a profit of 2,245 galleons.” The witch on the right did the quick math with her quill moving in a flurry.

“Yes madam.” Draco confirmed.

“Why was this amount not notated for the other party, Mr. Malfoy?” The wizard asked but without showing emotion, just a need to acquire information.

“According to the divorce agreement, Mrs. Weasley was allowed to keep all jewelry given to her in a gift context. She returned all jewelry given upon her marriage from the Weasleys as agreed upon, which I believe was a heirloom necklace from Aurthur Weasley’s mother, and a set of earrings from Molly Weasley’s family, but was freely given her other items as they were gifts from Ron on various occasions. On the same principle, Ron returned her father’s cufflinks as he was asked to wear them for the wedding, as well as her grandfather’s pocket watch. Like her, he retained all his gifts.”

“He didn’t keep them though, he sold them!” Sara shouted out.

“Mrs. Weasley, do not yell in a Ministry courtroom.” The third witch had remained silent until this point. “Miss Devale please advise your client as to the proper decorum in these proceedings.”

“My apologizes Madam undersecretary.” Clare leaned down and spoke with Sara for a brief moment, then addresses the panel. “Honorable Chairwizard, my client was under the impression that if he was to sell the jewelry that the profit would be split between him and his now former wife.”

“Sir, if I may, their divorce agreement makes no mention of requirements should either party decided to sell or give away items given in a gift context.” Draco added.

The panel took a moment to go over the divorce parchments pertaining to division of assets. “That is correct Miss Devale. There is no mention of anything.”

Clare Devale put a hand on Sara’s shoulder before she could say anything. “Sir, my client believes that if her former husband has no wish to keep such items that they should have been itemized in the settlement and therefore half should go to her as agreed. Mr. Weasley divorced her, leaving her without a means to support herself and their agreement only mentions a lump sum, nothing of an annuity.”

Draco rose. “If I may?” At a nod from the wizard, he continued. “Mrs. Weasley, was presented with a pre marital contract before her nuptials to Mr. Weasley. She had prior knowledge that should the marriage fail, she would be given a lump sum only and no annuity. She knew that should she be divorced she would have to find a way to support herself. This was all in writing, which she signed and had full knowledge of. This should come as no surprise.”

“That appears to be the case Miss Devale. Your client had this knowledge for years.” One of the witches said.

“We are not contesting the contract Madam, only the sale of items that should have been divided between them both.”

“Mr. Malfoy, what says your client about the issue?” The witch asked him.

“My client is more than willing to divide the profits, provided his former wife, sell her gifts as well and divide the profits as well.” He said calmly, knowing what the outcome to his words would be. He was no wrong.

“What?!” Sara shouted, jumping to her feet.

“Sara, please….” Clare plea went unheeded.

“You bastard!” She shouted at Ron who was stoically sitting in his seat. “You have money by the bagful now, what do you care?!”

“Sara, sit down now.” Clare spoke firmly and Sara noticed the disapproving glances from the panel. She sat down and hung her head.

“The panel will adjourn and consider the case.” The wizard followed the two witches out of the room.

“That went better than planned.” Draco whispered to him.

“She has money from her parents, she’s not destitute.” Ron whispered back.

‘No, she not, she’s just greedy.” He said. He closed his file and packed them away then laced his fingers together, waiting.

Sara and Clare were also whispering in conversation most likely about her outburst. After a moment Clare began focusing on her parchments and waited for the panel.

After what seemed like half an hour the panel returned and the wizard spoke. “It is the panels unanimous judgment that the items in questions be considered gifts and not mutual purchases made by both parties. As the agreement allows Mrs. Weasley to retain her own gift of jewels and such items, the same reasoning will apply to Mr. Weasley. The pre-marital contract will be upheld.” With a slam of round globe on it’s platform the panel rose and left the court.

Ron smiled at Draco and waited as the blonde packed up his valise and together they walked to the door.

“I bet you are satisfied.” Sara said behind him.

Ron and Draco turned to face the woman who quickly came up to them with her with her lawyer behind her. Draco took his place in front of Ron. “How many times do you need to be told. If you want to speak to him, you need to speak to me.”

“Mister, I want nothing from you.” She yelled at Draco.

Ron couldn’t control himself any longer. “I bet that’s the first time you’ve said that to a man.” He shouted at her.

“How dare you!” She yelled, her face fused with anger. “You cast me aside and don’t even give me a second thought.”

“You were too busy thinking of everyone else besides me.” Ron let out the months of frustration he had felt. Draco kept a hand on his arm, just to make sure he kept control, although he knew Ron needed to say what he was saying. “Where were your second thoughts for me when you went to other men? How many men were there? Do you even know?”

Sara did nothing but look at him. “You don’t know a thing about me Ron, I kept you happy the whole of our marriage.”

“You kept a lot of men happy the whole of our marriage.” He said back. Draco bit back a laugh but it snuck out anyway. The rage in Sara’s face was just plain comical.

“Come on Ron, lets go.” The two men walked out of the courtroom and Ron was finally able let loose. He held on to Draco’s shoulder for balance as laughter flowed out of him. He felt his whole being lighten up.

Draco took him home and after a light tea, he left his client and went to his office. He promised to send final parchments of the decision when he received them.

Ron enjoyed the lunch his elf brought him in good spirits. His elf was suddenly happy as well, sensing his master’s happiness. After he ate, he went through his mail. He opened a letter from Nimbus and found an invitation to the annual gala. It was a formal affair and one he had attended last year with his wife. That was a mere few months before things went to hell in a hand basket.

A knock on the door sounded and he rose to answer it. “Pansy.” He smiled. “Come in.”

“Thank you, I was wondering if you might have your elf look at this.” She held a globe in his hand. “It belonged to my mother and I know elf magic is ancient, I’d rather try that first then risk further damage with a mending spell.”

“Of course.” Ron called to Gavin who took the crystal ball and examined the crack in the side. He vanished off to another room.

“Thank you. I’m not one for divination but that crystal ball has been in the family for ages.” She explained.

“It’s no trouble.” A thought struck him. “Pansy, are you doing anything this weekend?”

“No, I’ve nothing planned. Why?” She asked.

“There is a formal party for Nimbus this Saturday. Would you like to go with me?” He asked.

She smiled brightly. “Yes, I would. That would be wonderful.”

“Then I will come and get you about six.” He said.

“I’ll be ready.” She said, still smiling. Gavin appeared a moment later, globe in hand and once again sooth and unblemished. “Thank you so much.” She said with an affectionate stroke of his head. The creature gave a shy shrug then vanished away.

“I’ll see you Saturday.” He said, and watched her leave.
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