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The Snakes Companion
"I won't go see him with you," Ginny Weasley said matter-of-factly. The man standing opposite her slumped over like a small child, only his eyes, having seen so much, revealing his age. He put a hand heavy on her shoulder.
"I'm not good at asking for things, please don't make me do it again," His tone was hoarse and as he slowly lifted his head the silver eyes hidden beneath the mop of silvery blonde hair pushed forward into his, were dangerous, rebellious, and somehow also incredibly vulnerable.
"Draco, please," Ginny begged softening her tone, "You know I don't support him even being out of jail let alone-"
"He's my father. I can't go to see him alone, and if I don't go, I'll lose all of my possessions, everything will go to the Ministry. All my money, all my clothes- everything." Ginny sighed wanting to gripe at him for being high-maintenance.
I live with next to nothing and I don't sit her and complain and force other people to go with me to see my freakish criminal relatives. Draco stared intently at her as if willing her with his eyes to agree.
"Why me?" She asked in a small voice, unsure if she wanted to know the answer. He scoffed.
"Of the pack you're the least disgust-" He cut off abruptly. "I'm…sorry. That's not what I meant…" He trailed off before finally coming out with it. "Look, do you think I like being under this strange house arrest? Work with The Order to get all of your previous friends and acquaintances arrested or go to jail? You think that this is easy for me?"
"No… Do you think it was easy for me to be possessed by Voldermort? Forced to hurt people? Or easy for me to find out my brother Percy was killed with an unforgivable?" Ginny retorted. Draco threw his hands up in the air and turned his back to her.
"What do you want me to do I can't bring him back! I can't change anything. I can't even leave the fucking house without an escort! I'm a grown man, Ginny, and I have to be babysat. No one trusts me, and for all I know, when I'm done tracking people down for you all, you'll throw me in jail with them!" He turned now looking at her with an anger that seemed somehow sad.
"I'll go." It came out small.
"What?"
"I'll go, I'll go with you," She nodded as she said it taking a deep breath, it was going to be a long night.
"I don't like it," Ron's face was red with anger. "Do you have any idea what could happen to you two? Or how far away Italy is?"
Ginny hadn't remembered that, that was where Lucius was, after he was forbidden to return to England.
"One of us has to go with him," She protested as Hermione placed a hand on Ron's shoulder to calm him.
"No one of us doesn't," Harry said from the doorway, they all turned to look at his solemn face. "He doesn't need that stuff, I say just tell him no, he's not starving, he's got clothes on his back," He shrugged walking into the room.
"I'm going with him," Ginny said turning and looking Harry in the eye. He raised an eyebrow, obviously unhappy.
"Your parents will never let you," He retorted in a cold way.
"I'm an adult, Harry-"
"You're seventeen-"
"And you're eighteen so stop acting like I'm so much younger than you," He sighed shooting Hermione a look that said; please talk some sense into her. Hermione just shrugged, recognizing that Ginny had made up her mind.
"Be careful," Hermione whispered as both Ron and Harry groaned scowling, angrily.
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