AN: This is edited because i evolve in my writing. Or something. That and the rest of the story will be too, so yeah. Hope you like it and leave reviews or find it worthy of a follow -because I enjoyed writing it.
Draco gave a very unmanly squeal as two pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him in a broom closet. He struggled against the hands, cursing all the while before finally the other decided to speak. "Malfoy, we just want to talk. So for the love of god, stop kicking us!"
He couldn't find a reason for the Weasley twins cornering him other then to prank him, though going by the tone of their voice he doubted that this was the case. "What the fuck do you want?" Mere months ago he would've spoken about his father with pride, telling them how they would end up in Azkaban. Not though? His pride had faded quickly, until there were none left.
"We just want to talk. " Weasly number one spoke, his voice sounding calmer then before. He gave a mental sigh and a roll of his eyes before he spoke, voice more of a command then a request. "Talk then."
"Look we know that you've changed, that you don't want to be a prick anymore." Not the answer he was expecting, and also crudely worded. "Not many people do." He replied evenly, not letting any of his true emotions show in his posture nor voice as was proper behavior of a Malfoy.
"We also know that something big is going on, something to do with Voldemort." Draco hissed at his Lords name. «Don't speak his name!» He demanded, hiding his fear in the guise of anger. He was still used to living in a place where speaking his name would result in Bellatrix's company.
He had thought that the cruciatous was bad but after being in her care… There were worse things.
He heard a sigh, could practilly 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 then anything else. Like something he could trust, not just the usual Gryffindor hero complex. Like he was special, that the reason they offered him this was because it was him.
"Give me time to think." The demand was something he would say was pure slytherin, survival and such. Though a niggling feeling in the back of his mind reminded him that no –that wasn't the only reason.