Lucius Malfoy looked distastefully at the two red heads, "Weasleys', such a disgrace to wizarding."

Draco leaned against the wall, watching as his father loomed over siblings who were blessedly unconscious for the inspection. Studying his fingernails Draco picked at the miniscule amount of dirt gathered there, "They are still going to be Weasley's even with you pacing over them."

"Draco if you wish to ever be switched off the night watch," Lucius paused his next words going unsaid but Draco knew from years of suffering that look that his best course of action was silence. Nodding to show he understood the younger Malfoy straightened from the wall and quietly left the room, leaving his father alone with the captives.

A quick spell and the redheaded wizard was slowly coming out of his unconscious stupor, Lucius held his wand negligently in his hand. Watching as the redhead truly became aware of his surroundings, giving Lucius a glare as he checked his sister's health as much as he could given she was turned away from him and he was tied.

"You would be the one married to that French hussy," Lucius stooped down leaning over the still unconscious girl, turning her so that her brother could see her, "Such a lovely creature really, too bad that she is a blood traitor."

"Get your fucking hands off her," Bill whispered his voice scratchy from the effects of the spell.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow at him, a small smile playing at his lips as he trailed a hand down Ginny's side, leisurely cupping the subtle curve of he hip before trailing up over her breast, "She is perfectly proportioned really, and young enough so that there is still a chance that she is untouched…Maybe I should check?"

Bill growled, "You fucking bastard. I am going to tear you apart."

Lucius laughed a cold hiss in the small room, "You sir, are in no position to make any threats."

Getting up Lucius levitated the still unconscious Ginny in front of him, "Be a good boy now and say good bye to your sister."

"No," Bill whispered, sliding forward, the ropes cutting into his arms and legs as he struggled to stop the Death Eater, "Just leave her. Whatever you want I will give to you just leave her."

Lucius paused in the doorway his forehead wrinkling for a moment in thought, "Maybe if you are lucky you will see her later."

The door to the room closed on the red scarred face of Bill Weasley screaming in rage as Lucius closed the door between him and his sister. The sound reverberated off the walls, reaching the ears of the blonde waiting discreetly in the alcove down the hall. Waiting till his father had deposited the small girl in a cell only a few yards from her brother's and left the dungeon Draco stepped out of the shadows. Flicking the ash from his cigar away Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets and strolled in the opposite direction safely away from his father's eyes.

Ginny winced, her head was pounding, a sure sign that the spell had lost its potency instead of being lifted. Raising a hand to her aching head, Ginny groaned as her muscles screamed in protest. Blue eyes watering Ginny rolled onto her back, all to aware of the cold stone beneath what felt to be a layer of straw. Looking around she blearily took in the small square drab stone room, cell she mentally corrected. She had been captured, Ginny's mind flashed to the pale face that had been staring at her seconds before everything had gone dark. Draco Malfoy, Dumbledore's killer and son of the Dark Lord's Second in Command had captured her and her brother…Bill, where was Bill? Ginny sat up, her stomach rolling at the sudden movement. Looking around she confirmed what she already knew, that Bill wasn't with her. Her legs protesting she stood up and ran to the door, knowing it was foolish didn't stop her from jiggling the handle and pounding on the wood when she found it locked. Stepping back Ginny kicked at the un-giving wood when it refused to open, her cries for help having bounced back to her on what was undoubtedly the results of sound proofing spell.

Frustrated Ginny curled up in the corner of the small room, her arms circling around her knees as she listened to the nothingness around her. She didn't know how long she stayed like that; she dozed for a bit as nothingness dragged at her. Minutes turned to hours and Ginny became aware of the small trickle of moisture in the stones she was leaning on when the door swung open and a familiar face walked in carrying a tray.

"Weasley," Ginny lowered her arms as the tray was set just beyond her reach. Watching as her former schoolmate produced a bucket from outside the door and set it in the corner.

"Bulstrode," Ginny whispered as the woman made to leave, the heavy set girl-woman stopped in her motion to close the door, "Where is my brother?"

"Alive," Millicent said tilting her head to look at the redhead, "Though it would probably be better for you both if neither of you were."

Ginny leaned her head back onto the damp wall, whispering on a sigh as the door closed, "He's alive."

Millicent frowned as she barely heard the whisper in the click of the door, putting her wand in her pocket she rubbed tiredly at her eyes. It had been a long day of doing chores reserved for house elves, but considering that they were over worked as it was the duty fell to the shoulders of the junior Death Eaters who were listed as superfluous according to the usual standards. Thus Millicent found herself trudging through the dungeons caring for the female prisoners, or working a shift in the makeshift hospital caring for the injured.

"Millicent," Millicent turned to look at the older Death Eater, her back stiffening as Bellatrix Lestrange fixed calculating electric blue eyes on her, "You will need to check on the male Weasley, he needs healing before the banquet tonight."

"I was told that the male captives would be taken care of by another," Millicent argued, flinching when the dark haired witch narrowed her gaze in reply. Sighing, and pushing a lank strand of dull brown hair out of her face Millicent bowed her head in submission, "I will go right away."

"I thought as much," Bellatrix continued on her way, "Make sure that he is presentable, I plan on bidding on him myself."

Millicent sent the woman a glare worthy of her mother before turning from her and making her way from her quarters back to the dungeons. Stopping by the water closet she filled a basin with water and grabbed a few healing salves from the dwindling supply shelf. Water sloshing onto her robes she maneuvered the basin to one side as she waved her wand across the door to open it. Walking into the dim room Millicent frowned when the torches didn't light, raising her wand to light them manually Millicent choked out a scream as what felt like an iron band was clamped around her middle, the basin and medicine falling to the stone floor with a loud snap of breaking glass. Her scream barely made it to her ears before it was silenced by a rough hand across her nose and mouth, cutting off her breath and voice at the same time. Her body slammed back against the wall as her attacker shifted and positioned himself in front of her, his hand grabbing hers and pulling her wand out of her grasp with a simple tug. Millicent's lungs began to scream as she struggled against the tall frame holding her to the wall. Her legs were pinned with one strong thigh and his weight crushed her to the wall preventing her from moving in the slightest, eyes wide with air starvation and fear Millicent stilled her movements when she realized the man was simply holding her in place.

He shifted his hand in response to her compliance, "Good, you are a smart one at least. I need answers and you are going to give them to me."

Millicent's brown eyes widened, whatever he had planned would be useless considering that he was in a Death Eater strong hold and was injured. He seemed to want more of an answer from her because he pushed closer driving her into the wall with his weight. Angrily Millicent nodded, eyes' watering as her skull was forced into the wall. He lifted his hand slowly; Millicent was relieved though for the slight space. Her relief was short lived when he moved it down to hold her in place by her throat, his hand hard and tight against the pale flesh.

"Good," he leaned closer, "Not going to give me any trouble are you little one?"

Millicent bristled at the endearment, but didn't say anything as she was forced to look up as the man straightened to his full height. He towered over her, making her feel small with his height and width something that hardly occurred for the robust former Slytherin. Her eyes followed his deft movements as he locked the door and lighted the torches; the sudden burst of bright light blinded her forcing her eyes to close in self-defense. Blinking Millicent was surprised by the haggard looking man looming above her, his long red hair brushed past his shoulders but was knotted and grimy as to hide its true texture and color. His face could have been handsome if it weren't for the long furrows running from hair line down his neck and disappearing into his shirt collar. Light blue eyes were framed lovingly by sooty long lashes that made Millicent jealous for a moment that a male could have such pretty eyes when her own were so lackluster. He was studying her just as thoroughly as she was him. Millicent strained to keep a straight face knowing that a blush would not be the best given that he had her pinned to a wall. Mentally Millicent looked at herself, tall for her family at five foot six and thick around the waist had made her schoolmates compare her to a female version of Crabbe and her surly attitude at the teasing had not helped matters. Long brown hair fell past her shoulders in a thick wave with not a hint curl to soften the long look it gave her. Her mother had once said she was the spitting image of her paternal great-grandfather, and after looking at the portrait of the Bulstrode patriarch Millicent had to agree she did eerily resemble the bold featured man which unfortunately for her was not a very feminine look one wished to have.

"What's your name?" Millicent glared at him, only a foolish Order member would want to exchange pleasantries when they were trying to scare information out of their hostage. He glared at her, his fingers tightening minutely on her throat, "I asked your name."

"Bulstrode," Millicent whispered her throat working against his hand frantically as her pulse jumped at the growled words.

He nodded satisfied, fingers loosening just as quickly as they tightened, "Where is my sister? Is she alright?"

He asked it so rushed that the words slurred together and it took Millicent a moment before she realized that he was asking about the girl she had left not fifteen minutes before. Sneering, "She is a prisoner, how do you think she is."

His expression was thunderous, as if he couldn't believe the words she had just spoke, but then it started. Just a small twitch at the corners of his mouth a second before it became a half smile of sorts, Millicent stared at those lips watching as the full bottom lip turned upwards to match its counterpart. It was one of the few features on his face that still hinted at the beauty that once was so evident.

"Where is she," Millicent flicked her eyes to the door, "She's close then?"

"You can't hope to escape, you will be killed before you even reach the-," Millicent hissed, only to be cut short by his hand tightening.

"And you will be dead before I leave this room if you don't watch your tongue," Millicent glared at him in response, "Now, you are going to tell me where she is."

"Across the hall two cells down," Millicent rasped, hands coming struggling between their bodies trying to free herself, his body shifted though to keep her pinned in place.

"Easy or else I will be forced to do something you will not like," he warned, Millicent stilled her movements, he smiled again though this time it didn't quite reach his eyes, "You are going to give her a message for me? Tell her to stay calm, we will be out of here by morning, do you understand?"

"Yes," Millicent snapped, "But how do you propose to do that when by morning you are going to be in the hands of one of the Death Eater Lord's inner circle?"

Weasley had the nerve to laugh, "I don't suppose you would be willing to simply be quiet about this?"

Millicent glared at him, "I am going to laugh when they kill you."

He leaned down, his breath hot on her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "And I am going to smile when they cart you off to prison for the rest of your fucking life."

Her wand slashed through the air, Millicent gave a gasp as the silencing charm was lifted and he stepped away from her. Sagging against the wall in relief she put a hand to her throat as the harshness of his fingers was lost. Rubbing her bruised neck she only had a moment to wonder what was happening before the door was blasted off it's hinges and three young Death Eaters stormed into the room. Millicent watched as they charged the wounded man, her wand dropping to the ground as he threw his hands up to defend himself against their attack.

"Are you alright Millie?" Millicent turned to look at Gregory Goyle, the blank looking face giving nothing away other than mild curiosity as the others beat Weasley into the ground, "When you weren't in the kitchens I knew something was wrong, it is our tea time after all."

Millicent gave him a shaky smile, eyes flickering back to the pain filled blue ones of the rebound man on the floor, "I'm fine Greg. He caught me by surprise is all."

"He didn't hurt you did he," Greg asked his forehead wrinkling at the thought.

Millicent almost laughed at the gargantuan man, instead she used his momentary distraction to pick up her wand and tuck it safely in her robes before skirting around him and out into the corridor. Hurrying down the hall Millicent only gave a moments hesitation when she passed by the girl's cell, shaking her head though she disappeared around the corner and began to run away from the man who had touched her more in the space of five minutes than anyone had in her life.

Harry bit at the nail of his thumb, not even noticing that he had already bitten it down to the quick and was now chewing on the flesh. Shifting on his feet he tried to blend in with the wall behind him, conscious that more than just a passing glance of curiosity was being sent his way by the people surrounding him. Unruly hair falling in his eyes he stifled the urge to scream at the eyes to gawk at someone else for a change instead of him. Instead he continued to bite his thumb, the taste of blood going overlooked as he concentrated on what Alastor Moody was saying.

"It seems that the Aberdeen's work was indeed taken with the Weasley siblings when they were captured," Moody pulled a map up onto the table, pointing out the spot where the Aberdeen cottage once stood; "From what we have gathered it was a silencing mission. Damn bastards didn't even now what they were hitting when they went in."

"Does that mean that the commission could be undiscovered?" Nymphadora Tonks blurted out, her hand firmly encased in Remus Lupin's, "I mean if they didn't know who they were hitting when they attacked then they might not consider the journal of any value…"

"We will assume that they do know though," Minerva McGonagall stood up, her eyes flicking to Harry's, "As such the commission is lost, and we need to focus on getting those children out of there."

"My sources say that they are being held in a castle in the north," Moody continued giving his wand a wave the castle in question floated eerily above its location on the map, "If a three man team were to go in here at the is low point in the wall, they might have a chance to startle the night guard at the break of dawn."

Harry turned his attention to the quiet group of Weasley's gathered around the table, the brothers were exchanging looks and from the grim set of their jaws he knew they meant to be the ones to go in for the rescue mission. Mrs.Weasley was sitting firmly ensconced in her husbands' arms, worry and grief running track marks down her face. Stepping forward he took a deep breath, "I want to be a part of the mission."

Draco sneered behind the cover of his hood at the sniveling Peter Pettigrew, barely inclining his head to the other man he took his place at one of the lower level tables. Draco took a sip of his wine watching as fellow Death Eaters filed into the great hall, the seats filling in quickly as no one wanted to miss the opportunity to gawk at the Order members being offered up as the main entrée. The hall was reverberating with quiet conversations, as Death Eaters and supporters chatted free of the oppressing presence of Voldemort. Draco leaned back in his chair watching as his former house mates and friends took their seats some at tables above him and only a few below. The ones that garnered his real attention were the ones that had like status as him, underlings still trying to prove themselves but had yet to make a true impression on the inner circle, but Draco couldn't help but notice the progress of people he had once considered beneath him. Theodore Nott had moved up two tables sine the last gathering of ranks, but Draco knew this was more the result of his father's smooth talking and affection than Theo's qualifications.

Pansy Parkinson sat beside Waldon McNair the heavy set man's hand upon her thigh marking her as his newest mistress, and taking her from the drudges of dungeon duty as efficiently as a wedding ever could. Draco gave the pug nosed blonde a silent toast to her conquest before turning his attention to Gregory Goyle who had joined him at the table. The other man's brow was furrowed in concentration that Draco had seldom seen outside of concern given to food.

"What is wrong with you," Draco asked pushing his hood back as his former bodyguard and friend took a seat next to him.

"Millicent," Greg's eyes all but disappeared as he squinted in concentration, "That Weasley did something to her-."

"Hello chaps," Draco and Greg both turned to look at Blaise Zabini as he sat down on the other side of Greg, "I didn't think that I would make it back in time. So what has been happening here?"

Draco rolled his eyes and ignored the Italian instead he turned hi attention to the men who were slowly filling up the high table. His father was talking in a hushed manner with his old potions master Severus Snape, both men to the right of the center chair. His mother and the other wives of the inner circle were seated at an adjacent table, the sole exception being Bellatrix Lestrange who was on the center chair's left. His eyes narrowing slightly before he forced his attention away from the wild haired brunette Draco found the room silencing as if someone had cast a spell. His back stiffening he watched as Voldemort strode forward with a benevolent smile on his reptilian face.

As one the entire assembly rose to their feet, Draco glanced around as he stood shoulder to shoulder with Greg and one of Fenrir's underlings, his eyes roaming over the blank faces or the open looks of admiration that were on those around him. Delicately sniffing he shifted his gaze to his mother whose eyes were already on him, her light blue eyes were a lighter version of her sisters but still had the same arresting quality that Bellatrix used for her advantage. Narcissa Malfoy gave her son an assessing acknowledgement that made Draco's spine stiffen in pride at seeing the look of confidence in him in her eyes. Voldemort had taken his seat by the time that Draco had turned his attention to the high table once more, staying on his feet he waited with a slouch in his shoulders that would still seem as if he were standing straight if he were anyone but a Malfoy.

"Be seated," Voldemort ordered his smile not faltering as hundreds of Death Eaters took their seats. Once silence had taken the hall again he spoke, "I am pleased to see all of my friends together again."

Draco almost snorted at the polite clapping that engulfed the hall, Voldemort only had to raise his long fingered hand before silence once again engulfed the hall, "I have seen the ravages that this battle for our life has taken on you, my friends. I have seen the toll it has taken on you in your lives, in your children's lives."

People muttered in agreement more than half having children already being trained in the Dark Arts, and older members having lost children in the fighting. Draco calmly plucked a grape off the table centerpiece, popping the fruit in his mouth he chewed as he watched his father nod in agreement to Voldemort's flowery words.

"I tell you my friends, that our pain, our loss will be rewarded. I tell you this because tonight I have a surprise for you," Voldemort gave a small chuckle, turning he tilted his body towards Bellatrix who practically curled into him, "Bring them in."

Draco's eyes remained on Voldemort and the other's in the inner circle as the doors once again opened and the entire assembly turned their attention to the pair being presented. Draco could hear the salvation of the hall as the two red heads were brought to the center before the high table. Once the two siblings were in his line of sight he gave them a glance, the girl was glaring at his father in particular but seemed to be showing Severus as much disdain. Draco felt his curiosity peaked when he realized that the small red head was avoiding meeting the Dark Lord's gaze.

"I offer to you, my friends these two Weasleys," Voldemort sneered the word, "The bright future of the Order given to us on a silver platter. Fenrir I believe you know this boy."

The were wolf, seated at he furthest seat from the center chair yet still at the high table licked his lips before answering, "Some of the sweetest flesh I have ever tasted, my lord. My I have the pleasure of having him?"

Draco almost joined in the laughter at seeing the open revulsion that appeared on the two siblings faces. He instead plucked another grape from the table and munched on it, watching as the girl tried to step closer to her brother her eyes flickering back to Severus with more frequency than before.

"If you win him then you may have him," Voldemort said simply, his own disdain for the werewolf showing briefly before he continued, "These lovely specimens are going to the highest bidder."

The eruption of wonder and whispers was almost deafening, Draco gritted his teeth against the urge to vomit. Voldemort smiled indulgently though, his snake like eyes crinkling up at the edges, "I open the floor to bidders. Those who I deem worthy shall be given the Weasley of their choice."

The room erupted in a cacophony of noise as underlings began to shout out the gold and trinkets that they would give over to their Lord should he just choose them over their comrade. Draco watched as men and women alike acted much like the monkeys he had seen on display in muggle zoos when he was younger. Running a hand through his hair he waited for the noise to stop, patiently reaching for more grapes as the noise grew.

"Imagine having that at your beck and call," Greg said pointing to the siblings.

"I wouldn't mind having the little Weaslette to rub my feet and fetch me things," Blaise muttered, Draco smirked as he watched the violet eyed man give the red head an open look of admiration.

"Silence," Voldemort ordered, Draco folded his hands across his chest as he waited for the pale man to continue, "It seems that some of you are most eager to sign over to me your fortunes, but you forget that all these things are already mine. As my loyal friends and followers you have given everything too our cause."

Draco gave a low snicker as the assembly grew silent with apprehension. Voldemort turned to his commanders, "I think that these purebloods are worth more than just gold, don't you Severus. You taught both of them, what do you believe they are worth?"

Severus gave the two an insolent glare that reminded Draco of all the looks he had given Potter and the Weasley in his own year. A flash of a memory intruded in his mind of a small redhead sitting alone at a table in the library her shoulders drooping as she wrote diligently in a worn leather diary. He remembered the dark circles under her eyes and the wishful innocence of those eyes that had slowly grown haunted with time. Shaking his head to clear the memory Draco focused instead on his plate, which was sadly empty in his opinion.

"They are Weasley's my lord," Severus said simply, "The oldest and the youngest, perhaps the best of the bunch but still Weasley's."

"What would you give me for one of them?" Voldemort asked, Draco could practically see the wheels turning in the older man's mind.

Severus glanced toward Draco, the two connecting for a moment and Draco could almost see the old professor in him debating the answer before he opened his mouth, "I would give you a Draught of the Living Dead for one of them, so as I could administer it to them and be done with it."

Voldemort laughed, the hall reverberating with it as the Death Eaters sat in silence before joining in with sporadic chuckles. Holding a hand up was an unnecessary but ritual so Voldemort did so, "Sold, for the price of a Sleeping Draught."

Draco felt a bark of laughter tickling his throat and every lecture his father had ever given him and every disapproving look echoed in his mind were the only thing that kept him from making a noise, but he couldn't keep the slight pull of his lips in amusement. Leaning forward he arched an eyebrow in interest as Voldemort continued, "I think Severus that considering your history perhaps the male would be better suited for you. That is if you can stand the sight of him, Fenrir does enjoy his work so."

Fenrir growled from his end of the table causing the crowd to erupt in laughter before falling silent as Voldemort continued, "Well Severus what do you say to my generosity."

Draco could feel the assembly as a whole suck in their breath with anticipation, Severus calmly locked his fingers over his plate, "I would have to humbly thank you my Lord for your generosity in this gift."

"You as ever have approached the situation with the delicate disdain that I have so admired in you Severus," Voldemort smiled indulgently, "Now who is to have the girl? A pureblooded witch…is she untouched I wonder? Such a thing is rare these days but the possibility is rather enticing isn't it?"

Draco even joined in the speculative leers that surveyed the small red head who was shifting on her feet to escape the unwanted attention. Her brother looked paler than before but his shoulders and back were the ramrod straight of a soldier at attention. Draco had to admire the gumption of the man in the face of what was certainly his worst nightmare come to life. But gumption only went so far when the Dark Lord had his mind set on something.

"Who will the girl go to?" Draco could feel the men and more than a handful of the women lean forward in their seats in hopes of getting a passing glance from their Lord and gather his favor so that he might pick them.

Voldemort looked around assessing all those gathered with a sharp eye, Draco felt those eyes land on him and a warning shiver of trepidation sounded up his spine, "Young Malfoy, what would you give me for this girl?"

Draco looked down at his hands before glancing at the young red head, "Nothing, I do not want the chit."

The hall gave a gasp as Voldemort glared at Draco, who was by no accounts in high standing with their Lord as it was. Voldemort turned to Lucius, "I was hoping that your son would be more willing to accept my generosity, but it seems that he has not learned his lesson yet."

"I apologize my Lord," Lucius glared at Draco, "I have done all I could to instill in him the values and traits befitting a Malfoy but it seems his mother's tendency towards being soft to him has made a more lasting impression than anything of my doing."

Voldemort nodded sage like in understanding, "It seems that you are in needs of a new wife and son Lucius, as these are inadequate to one of your station."

Draco glanced at his mother who was sitting regal like in her chair looking alone next to the others who were not so subtly inching away from her. Narcissa didn't even so much as flinch as her husband and his Lord discussed her dismissal as wife to Lord Malfoy. Draco's fist tightened in outrage as his mother simply took her social demise with the same elegance and bravery that she had dealt with things all his life. Draco sneered at his father as the man gave Voldemort a nod of approval for his decision.

"Well it would certainly put a thorn in Arthur Weasley's side if his only daughter were to become your new wife," Voldemort savored the idea like a child with his favorite candy.

"My lord," Severus interrupted his tone apologetic, "The logistics of such a thing will make it more than difficult for our cause."

Lucius glared at his lifelong friend, but Draco wanted to stand up and applaud his godfather. Voldemort nodded, "Then there is only one solution. She is to become your mistress."

AN: Well this took some time but here it is, and if you like please tell me. Also my counter parts have their own stories, just look at our page. T seems to be the most prolific but K's stuff is just as worth reading. So go and support our bad habit and read their stories. Love to everyone and hugs if you can figure out where the story is going, I love reading people's guesses.