Just Give Me A Reason

Summary: Simple right? One Auror has to get one Prisoner to his court trial. They're already in the MoM, what could go wrong? A broken lift, an exploding loo, one escaped Magical Beast, "no you can't stop for a drink…" Will this mission fail? There's a twist in this story, most likely at the end... depends on how I good I am, he, he, he.

Wouldn't You Like To Know Things: The story will switch back and forth (chapter to chapter) from the Auror's POV and the Prisoner's. Yes there are relationships. I would tell you them exactly, but that would give away half the Mystery of the story… I think.

What else: Oh Yeah, the characters should be In Character. In fact, I have them as In Character as I can muster. And it's Canon through HBP. And there will probably be, a couple of minor deaths, I don't know about major ones yet. The T rating is for swearing, and I swear that's it. And the war was finsihed 3 years sgo when Harry defeated Voldy in their 7th year.

Disclaimer: D-I-S-C-L-A-I-M-E-R, What's that spell? "Er…" And what does it mean? "Er…" Honestly people, that's the last time I practice with you guys. This is my disclaimer, and it means it's not mines.

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Time- 9:02 am

"How was Azkaban?"

A man with breath that could only be described as smelling like he'd decided Dragon dung washed down with Pixie piss was good for Breakfast, asked me stupidly.

"It was just like your breath, it was shitty" I replied.

He stuck his foot out and I tripped and smashed my head into the glass of this big Muggle contraption.

"Ouch"

The other one with him just chuckled.

"That'll teach you to make fun of your superiors." Dung Breath said.

I rubbed my handcuffed hands on the spot on my head where it hit the glass. I examined our now very close surroundings.

"Where are we? And why can't one of you two big oafs wait outside?" I asked.

"Quiet" said the one with atrocious breath.

"Only if you promise first; anything to keep that stink in." I said seriously.

I was rewarded with a punch to my back. I winced at the contact. Probably would've fallen but there wasn't even room to shake my leg in that-

"For Merlin's sake man, where are we?" I asked again.

"I said shut up" Barked the one who must eat his own crap.

"Calm down both of you. We're trying to get you into the Ministry of Magic." The other one replied.

"I find that hard to believe considering were in Muggle London." I replied.

"Think there's only one way into the Ministry?" The nicer one said, though I was strongly reminded of Filch by the way he spoke.

"Would you stop talking to him like he isn't filth and tell me what the code is."

"Dumb and Dung for Breath. You must get all the witches, yeah?" I commented.

"Wait till your back in Azkaban; I'll get you good then."

"That's enough. The code's 62442" The nice Filch said. "Just enter it and finish this up."

"Again, what is this contraption?" I asked.

"It's called a phone booth. Muggles use 'em to talk to each other." Nice Filch said.

"And you was callin' me dumb. You didn't even know what this was" Fertilizer breath said.

"Sorry, I was never one to mingle with Mudbloods and Muggles." I replied truthfully.

"Dial the number already. I can't take it in this box anymore." Nice Filch barked.

I could hear Big Stinky tap the buttons on the tele-thingy. Then a female voice rang out.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business."

"Azkaban Security escorting Prisoner Draco Malfoy to his trial." Filch answered.

"Thank you. Security please attach the badge to the Prisoner's clothes." The voice said.

I looked as a chute seemed to open and a badge fell out. They stuck the badge on my chest.

"Prisoner is not required to go through search, but will still head towards the security desk, which is at the far end of the Atrium." The voice said.

The floor of the booth shuddered and we started sinking into the ground.

"I take it then that this isn't really a Muggle phone booth or whatever, just a front?" I asked.

"Caught on have you?" Piss for Mouthwash remarked.

About a minute later, the voice rang out again as light had just hit my eyes.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day"

And then the door opened and I looked to see they were at the end of a very long hall. I had been to the Ministry once when I was young with my father, and though I was in awe then, it was nothing now- especially under these circumstances. We passed the Floo points, and a funny looking fountain.

We approached the security desk. Where an old looking person I assumed to be the guard talked with an Auror I knew to be Kingsley Shacklebolt and Minister of Magic himself Rufus Scrimgour.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy, you made it. Good." Scrimgour said.

"With company such as mine, it's more of a shock to me than it is to you." I replied.

He could tell Dung Breath wanted to hit him, but couldn't under the Minister's eye.

"He's got quite the mouth this one. See if he still feels that way after the trial." The underwear licker said.

"Right, Right." Scrimgour said looking around distractedly. "Shacklebolt, where's your people at?"

"Should be on the way right now sir." Shacklebolt stated.

"Are you sure?" Scrimgour said.

"On the way right now sir" Shacklebolt repeated.

I had the feeling it wasn't a question the first time he had said it, and this feeling was confirmed the second time he said it. I had a feeling Kingsley Shacklebolt wasn't one to be played with.

"Ah, here they come now" Kingsley stated.

I looked up to see two people headed in my way coming from the direction of the Floo chimneys. They were hooded. For a moment I thought they were Death Eaters, but as they got closer the appearance of Red hair knocked that out the window.

"Weasley's, just what I wanted to see." I stated.

"Malfoy" Ginny said.

Ron said nothing. I could see three years hadn't changed him much.

"Well, nothing to say?" I asked. "No comments, rude remarks. Is it possible you've matured?"

"Eat Dung Malfoy" Ron spat

"I recall you could eat anything, but I wouldn't fancy that. This gentleman over here though, his breath smells like he may have sampled some dung." I said leaning my head towards the guard on my left.

I could see Ginny and Shacklebolt smirk.

"Remove the handcuffs now." Scrimgour said simply.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea with him being a death eater and all?" Yuck Mouth asked.

"Yes. It'll be fine." Scrimgour said simply.

The look on both guards' faces was of complete disbelief as Shacklebolt released me from my shackled state. I rubbed my wrists happily at the freedom, though still a little shocked myself.

"Yes. Well that'll be all. You may get back to Azkaban now." Scrimgour said. "Your sevices will no longer be needed."

"Right" The nice one replied.

He turned to leave; his partner looked at me with disgust, and then turned to leave as well. I stuck my foot out. He tripped and fell on his face.

"Why you little-"

He started to say as he got up for retaliation but before he could even stand back up properly Ron was in front of me and had him at wand point. This may have its perks after all.

"There's no one more than me who'd love to see you slug Malfoy. But my job as his protector started the moment I got here, so I can't let you do it mate." Ron said to him.

"Fine. I'll catch him back at Azkaban then" He said and stormed off angrily.

"Wish I could see his face when-" I started.

"Let's get going then shall we?" Scrimgour said cutting me off.

"What's the rush?" Ron asked moving from in front of me.

"I'd rather not say just now." Scrimgour said.

"Then when would you say?" Shacklebolt asked him.

"If we could step this way." Scrimgour said pointing in another direction.

"After you then." Shacklebolt said.

"Later Gin." Ron said to his sister.

"Bye Ron." She said to her brother, and then looked at me. "Malfoy"

I just nodded my head.

We followed Scrimgour, Shacklebolt at his side; and Ron on mines. We entered a room that seemed to be a bit hidden from the rest of the Floor.

"Before we start, could I trouble one of you wanded gentleman for a drink?" I asked.

With a flick of Shacklebolt's wand, a cup appeared before me.

"So why may I ask does little old me get such high security?" I asked as I took a sip.

"This is not a time to play Mr. Malfoy. You are here for a very serious matter, and we are just making sure you're protected at all costs." Scrimgour replied curtly.

"I'm quite aware why I'm here, thank you very much. However, I was under the impression that those dunder heads you let be Prison guards when they failed the Law Enforcement exam; were supposed to be my security for the day." I stated.

"That was before… recent events. Precautions had to be taken. Plans formulated. Ideas put into action." Scrimgour said.

"Right. And what does that have to do with me? What 'recent events'?" I questioned, my voice annoyed with his lack of a proper answer.

"Death threats, Mr. Malfoy, Death threats. It has come to our attention that there are some people who do not want you to stand trial in fear that you may be put under Veritaserum and made to spill truths they don't want to be brought to life." Scrimgour explained.

"Death threats? Is that all? This is the Ministry of Magic, who could kill me in a building full of Ministry employees?" I said dumfounded at the thought.

"Yes, well we have to take it quite seriously you see. It would not be the first time the Ministry was breeched and killers ran loose, I'm sure you recall the events of five years ago?" Scrimgour said.

"I recall, but I believe most of those same killers were killed, or locked up so to speak. So are you saying you fear someone else may be out to kill me?" I asked.

"Perhaps." Scrimgour said vaguely.

"Perhaps? I mean the only other people who could get through the Ministry like that are… you think it's someone who works for the Ministry, don't you?" I said shocked, but slightly proud at my own brilliance.

"Glad to see we are on the same page Mr. Malfoy." Scrimgour said.

"And that's why they're here? To protect me?" I said looking over the two Aurors.

"Only half right I'm afraid. I'm here for the Minister's protection. Weasley is here for yours." Shacklebolt stated.

"What? Why can't I have you? And why only one?" I questioned angrily.

"Because, you are not the only one who was threatened to be killed, that's why. Your two friends Crabbe and Goyle have been placed with Aurors as well for their journey here." Kingsley explained.

"And why only one person?" I asked angrily.

I saw Ron giving me a look from the corner of my eye. Probably feels insulted that I don't think he's enough.

"As you can see even the Minister has only one Auror at his side. This is no small trial Mr. Malfoy." Shacklebolt said.

"I don't care about anyone else, I'm talking about me." I yelled.

"Still all about self, hun Malfoy?" Ron said from the corner.

"Quiet. Now let me explain this to you. A whole lot of people know about this trial. It's big news. But only a handful of people know about the Death Threats. And only the people right here in this room knows about this part of the plan. Do you understand me?" Kingsley stated.

"So know one should know then?" I asked.

"No they shouldn't. When we leave this room, you will go one way, we will go another. Everyone who is important to this trial is arriving at different times, by different ways, by different people. The trial starts in less than an hour. To get from here to the court room usually takes no more than ten minutes. If any one person takes more than a minute longer than their arrival time, all those who have safely escorted there person will be sent to look for them." Kingsley explained.

"What if it's one of your Auror lot that's the killer?" I asked skeptically.

"Except for me being the Minister's no Auror was aware which person they were to guard. So unless they lucked out and got the person they wanted to kill, it should be hard to execute." Kingsley stated.

"And of all the people I had to get, I got Weasley? Not even his sister?" I asked just to annoy my 'protector'.

"I know you've been detained for three years Mr. Malfoy, but rest assured he's a fine Auror." Shacklebolt stated.

"He's only been out of school three years, yeah right" I said.

"But he's got more experience than half the older members. Which you should be aware of, I believe you were classmates, correct?" Shacklebolt asked.

"Your word would be putting it kindly, we detested each other actually." I said honestly. "Seems like we still do"

"Well get over it. I suggest you treat him fairly. I always tell people the worst thing you could do is give someone a reason. And I would suggest you don't give him any more reason to let someone have a go at you, understand? Shacklebolt stated.

It wasn't a question. I could feel the strength in his words.

"Yea… got it, Mr. Shacklebolt, sir…" I said lamely.

The next moment he turned to the door with Scrimgour right behind him. He stopped and looked at me.

"You can call me Kingsley… if you ever get the chance to again…" He said and left, with Scrimgour still behind him.

I looked at Ron. He looked at me, with a sort of grin.

"What did that rubbish mean, 'if I ever get chance to'?" I asked.

"He was joking… I think" Ron said looking at the door.

"You think? It did nothing for my faith in you, what does it tell me that he doubts I'll make it in your care?" I pointed out to him.

"After the stories he's heard I think he's sure I'll kill you myself." Ron answered with an unreadable face.

"And you people call this type of treatment protection?" I asked.

"No, that was manners. As soon as we walk out this door, then you'll see protection." Ron answered and made his way towards the door.

"I can hardly wait." I muttered and followed him out the door.

Time- 9:24 am

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Yeah so first chapter done. This is sort of my first action/advebture type writing. And now that you know who the Auror is and the prisoner, you may want to know will there be slash? Can't say. I mean I know the answer, but like I said earlier, it's sort of part of my plot. I know there are those who are fans of slash, and some who aren't, but I really don't want to say much now. Maybe as the chapters finish I'll let up, butI make no promises... Harry, Hermione, and Ginny do appear randomly in the story as well... can't say much more than that. More than my story's worth to tell you that. LOL.

Hey, how about a review? No, but why? Whatever the answer is, make it a review. Thanx for reading, hope you enjoyed it. Next chapter, Ron's POV.