The next day Draco was nervous, which wasn't 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 Weasley duo and their offer though, mostly he wondered if they would help his loved ones too.
His father was 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 had had to hide every emotion behind a cold mask. They were Malfoys after all, and Malfoys never showed emotion.
Even when said emotion threatened to consume them. His thoughts was interrupted by a nasal voice, making him mentally groan. «Enjoying your daydreaming are we Mister Malfoy?»
«Sorry sir.» He apologized himself, knowing that he was the one in fault though as usual letting nothing but a proud and arrogant face show –his voice sounding as if he wasn't really sorry at all, more like planning on continuing doing as he pleased if anything.
Severus understood though, having known the Malfoy's for many years and therefore finding the sincerity only someone experienced in the Malfoy way would notice.
The Gryffindor's made angry faces 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 golden boy 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 felt violent today Draco mused, absemetly rubbing his now-aching jaw that had been punched. "Why I didn't know you had the guts Weasel." He told him, amused as his eyes quickly caught sight of The Potions Professor.
"Detention Weasley and 300 points from Gryffindor for violence against your peer." Snape sneered out, helping Draco stand up, whom watched it all in detached amusement, absemetly 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 Severus could get a word in, he could feel the glare aimed at him but ignored it –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 avaible after all, the only way out of this.
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 a murderer.
Draco expertly slipped between the masses, taking the hand of the first twin he saw and dragging him to a 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, actually it started before that.
It had started with two brothers loving each other in a different way then what was usual, 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. Being the curious creatures they were they went to a room and decided to explore, it had been George's idea really, and Fred was far too happy to comply to the slightly 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, but he found himself enjoying bottoming as well.
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, absemetly 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. Like 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's face he failed. "Just be ready and packed, don't do anything stupid." Was the simple and fucking annoying directions he got before the older male easily escaped into the masses of people, apparently they had used a whole hour by talking.
Sighing to himself he resigned himself to send a letter [hid in codes of course] to his mother notifying her off their rescue.
Later he would muse over how he hadn't doubted the Weasley's could do it, not even once.
AN: Okay so this is important, the weasley twins is one year younger which they have to be if this story should be true -also they didn't leave in fifth year and this is edited but not as heavily as the proluge. So that's basically the important part, remember to review!
