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Draco gave a very unmanly manly squeal as two pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him in a broom closet. He struggled against the hands, cursing all the while. "Malfoy, we just want to talk. So for the love of Merlin, stop kicking us!"
He could not find a reason for the Weasley twins cornering him other than to prank him, though after analysing their tone and behaviour her deduced that this was not the case. "What the fuck do you want?" Mere months ago he would have spoken about his father with pride, telling them how they would end up in Azkaban. Now though? His pride had faded quickly, until there was little next to none left.
"We just want to talk. " One of the Weasley's spoke then, finally finding their voice or perhaps the so-called Gryffindor bravery. It made him want to tear their eyes out "Then bloody well talk." It was not often he spoke so crudely, in fact in the before where his father was pride rein carded he would never dare to use such words, but he found that this was now and that was before.
"Look we know that you've changed, that you don't want to be a twat anymore." Not the answer he was expecting, and crudely worded –not that it should bother him, would be a bit hypocritical actually. "Not many people do." He replied evenly, not letting any of his true emotions show in his posture nor voice, as was proper behaviour of a Malfoy. It seemed some things were useful, no matter how much you loather the one whom taught you.
"We also know that something big is going on, something to do with You-know-who." The mention of his lord made him uneasy, so he twisted his features until it resembled something like anger. "Do not speak of him!"
He heard a sigh, could pretty much feel the rolling eyes. "We want to help you out, to give you a proper life. If you'd let us."
The offer of help struck him as odd; it sounded more like a promise than anything else did. Like something he could trust, not just the usual Gryffindor hero complex. Like he was special, that the reason they offered him this was that it was him.
The thought made him even more uneasy, in fact, he was quite surprised his heart had not stopped with how jumpy he was. What was he supposed to say about that? Thank you but no thank you? Yes, I would very much like to join the light side despite the fact that my mother will probably end up tortured and dead and so will I?
I would say yes but I am not sure what makes me worth all this so I doubt my safety in your hands?
No, he'd rather consider his options for a while, but how to communicate this? The walls had ears, and he wished he knew of a way to tell them he needed time without having to become too obvious.
Ah, there it was –now to hope they understood.
"Ferrets like you shouldn't talk to me like this, I demand you release me and never speak to me again."
They should understand what he meant, he hoped. Besides, only friends of the saviour understood the meaning of that word –how else was he to tell them that he was under surveillance?
The next day Draco was nervous, which was not unusual for him –ever since the dark lord returned it seemed to be the only thing he was capable of being.
He wasn't used to constantly noticing red hair and odd things that made him think of the Weasleyduo and their offer though, mostly he wondered if they would help his mother as well, and whatever could their reasons for this be?.
His father was certainly condemned beyond what Draco could forgive, he had seen him smile as the death eaters raped a young girl who couldn't be older than 10 years old, all because she didn't have magic.
His mother though, that was a whole other business. She had shivered in disgust at the things her husband had done, though she hid every emotion behind a cold mask. They were Malfoys after all, and Malfoys never showed emotion.
No, he would not ask for his father to be rescued –his mother though, she had to be safe or he would refuse their offer –as much as it might pain him.
His thoughts was interrupted by a nasal voice, making him mentally groan. "Enjoying your daydreaming are we Mister Malfoy?"
"Sorry sir." He apologized, yet hit tone was anything but polite –it was stubborn and uncaring, the usual show of the Malfoy arrogance that had been taught through generations.
Severus understood though, having known the Malfoy's for many years and therefore finding the sincerity only someone used to the Malfoy way would notice.
The Gryffindor's made angry frowns as expected which quickly turned into them loosing house-points. Idiots the lot of them, Draco thought distastefully –they really should have known better by now.
Noticing the golden boy looking at him he gave him his signature sneer, though it lacked his usual heat. It wasn't as if the teen would notice anyways, the fool had the brains of a cow.
Sighing Draco collected his possessions, placing the potion he had made on the Professors desk, hoisting the bag on his shoulders and walking out.
"Oi! You slimy git!" Red hair and a big nose obscured his vision. Looks like the youngest male weasel feel rather violent today Draco mused, absently rubbing his now-aching jaw. "Why I didn't know you had the guts Weasel, I must ask –whatever made you feel like displaying this kind of violence?" He questioned, Amused as he watched the Potions master appear.
"Detention Weasley and 200 points from Gryffindor for violence against your peer." Snape spat, sneering whilst he looked upon them, helping Draco stand up, whom watched it all in detached amusement, absently musing that Severus must be feeling kind today.
"I'm fine Professor." He protested before Severus could drag him to the hospital wing again, he didn't want to be alone with the Professor, as he knew that it would most likely end up discussing his mission.
"I just want to go to the next class. " He added, already picking up his bag and walking away before the potions professor could get a word in, he could feel the glare aimed at his back but ignored it with his usual grace –musing that the golden Trio would get a lecture and some more point losses as a result of his behaviour.
Once in a secret passage way he dropped his mask and let himself feel, rubbing his nose and sighing as he leant against the wall and sliding down to sit. What the fuck was he going to do? Draco needed help but - The Weasleys. It was the only solution available after all, the only way out of this –however distasteful he found it.
He didn't know how they were planning to help him, how he would convince them to help his mother too –or even how they would survive the war on their side. However, it was the only shot he had, the only thing he was willing to do. It didn't matter if he ended up dead, better that then arapist.
Draco expertly slipped between the masses, taking the hand of the first twin (and how odd, it was to see one without the other) he saw and dragging him to an abandoned hallway. "I've decided. "
Fred Weasley was a nervous wreck, his features didn't show it but he really really was. It all started with a Malfoy, or rather, it started before that.
It had started with two brothers loving each other in a that wasn't expected, they hadn't known that what they were doing was considered wrong –that the touches and kisses behind closed doors wasn't usual for brothers to share.
It wasn't even that long ago, merely 4 years ago –okay so it might be a while ago. They were thirteen, and had just heard some of the older students talk about kissing and such things. Being the curious creatures they were they went to a room and decided to explore, as one does, it had been George's idea really, and Fred was far too happy to comply too the barely older teen.
They had learned what happened when you had an orgasm that night, Fred greatly enjoyed it and knew his twin had too.
These little expeditions continued during the year, it wasn't until they was caught at home by Bill that they were taught that it wasn't normal for brothers to do such things. He had calmly sat down and explained it, a sad but knowing glint in his eye. George had protested, saying that it didn't matter if brothers usually didn't act like this –he loved Fred!
Fred still remembered how that line had made him felt, it wasn't anything unusual really –they said they loved each other plenty of times when they were younger. It felt different this time though.
Bill had agreed and said that it was okay, but most people wouldn't think so and there wasn't anything more to it.
Charlie had found out too, Bill had told him. The twins had been hurt before they got told it was in case he could help, apparently they might need it in the future.
They found out in fifth year that George was the more dominant of the two, when they ended up going farther and Fred bottomed. He had wanted to top too, yet George seemingly couldn't stand the thought of being submissive in any way. Fred didn't mind though, he enjoyed it.
Especially when George hit that spot that made him see stars.
Yes Fred knew that what they were doing wasn't usual for brothers, but that didn't mean that he felt guilty –why should he?
Fred had been surprised when the younger male pulled him aside and told him that he'd decided, absently he wondered if the young male even had an inkling of an idea that he and George was planning to seduce him.
"And what have you decided?" He asked calmly, a hint of a smirk at the end. He was sure it annoyed the Malfoy, but Fred was no fool. He knew what he had decided, knew that Mal-no Draco had decided to say yes, he was a Slytherin after all.
"I don't know exactly what you have planned but I want out of the dark Lord's side, and I want my mother to escape too." Now the last part was new, he and George had thought over this possibility too though, so he had an answer easily avaible. "Sure, don't worry –we'll fix everything." He promised him sincerely.
Draco was annoyed, the Weasley seemed so sure, so smug. As if he knew something Draco didn't, which was obvious –he knew how to get Draco and his mother out of the Dark Lord's grip but still.
He was missing something, and he didn't like it. "Do I get to know how it will be done?" He asked him trying to keep his annoyance out of his voice, though judging by the amused look on Weasley'sface he failed. "Just be ready and packed, don't do anything stupid." Was the simple and fucking annoying orders he got before the older male easily escaped into the masses of people.
Sighing to himself he resigned himself to send a letter [hid in codes of course] to his mother notifying her off their rescue.
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