Chapter Seven

Harry Hunting

A/N: The Intl. Time Masters' Guild is like a really wack version of the FBI/CIA thing is if any wizard/witch/muggle have a certain influence on the overall time line of a century then they come to be under the direct protection of the ITMG but, the ITMG do not directly do anything to protect the charge rather they change circumstance and give the W/W/M in question a different option. Inspired by K.A. Applegate's the Ellmist

Hey people SO sorry the whole chap mix up was my bad go back to chap Five I just put up the actual chap five which I glossed over somehow….(sorry!!) It gives some info in how and why Draco is with the order plus more interaction between the couple it's also the ans to Harry's comment on teasing Draco..…thnks to my to reviewers for pointing out my huge blunder…..THANK-YOU!!!

Ginny was staring emptily out the window, covered in Harry's invisibility cloak waiting for the ministry Auror team to leave. Draco's voice floated in from the hallway,"I am telling you if Potter doesn't want to be found none of you brainless blokes are going to have any luck just go back to whatever you were doing he'll be back when he's good and ready."

"You know very well sir, that that won't make a difference to anyone if he's good and ready if he's dead."

"He survived The Dark Lord seven times, you'd think he can take care of himself."

"You forget Mr. Malfoy, Dumbledore isn't here to save him anymore."

"You forget Auror Gildsteun, Dumbledore hasn't been here for the last three years. And surprise, surprise the worlds still spinning."

"We understand that due to your er…political rivalry with Mr. Potter you may carry a certain bias opinion. But you know, sir, the ITMG A/N: International Time Masters' Guild see the top of the chP , special unit retains the right to neutral politics and in lay mans terms has and wants nothing to do with the outside world. Mr. Potter was a top level wizard as such his absence has top priority just after the murder of the Prime Minister in wizard Palestine."

Draco groaned. Politics. The world's were being terrorized by a mass murdering dark wizard and all the ITMG had to say was that they were politically neutral. Merlin, but they were they most aggravating group of Aurors' he'd ever met, no wonder they were Unspeakables.

"Fine carry on with your investigation, gentlemen." he said making a sweeping gesture across the foyer."I shall be in the library." he said his voice high with the authority of a Malfoy as he swept into the library the door clicking shut behind him.

"They didn't leave."

Draco grimaced, he hated talking to people in invisibility cloaks,"No, they wouldn't go. Neutral."

Ginny slipped out of the cloak,"I know it wasn't a question."

Draco pursed his lips, she looked so… in control. Her eyes were the calm of a, sunset woodland, her hair pulled back in a simple no mess ponytail. "I'm here tracking Potter as far as they know. You need to get out before they realize you're here."

Ginny nodded, "I know."

Something about the way she was acting was absolutely…off. He just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Before he could think about it further he felt a terrible burn begin on his fore arm. His hand immediately went to clutch at it under his sleeve. When he looked back up, Red was, half turned from the fireplace a pinch of green floo powder in her fingers, staring at him, "Go. I'm fine. Tell Minerva I'll be late."

Squaring her shoulders, Ginny nodded and turned stepping into the fire, as she tossed in the floo powder, and said clearly, "Knockturn Alley."

Draco snapped around at the name of the formerly infamous, and presently perilous Alley. She was already gone, grabbing at the floo and making to follow her Draco stepped towards the fire.

Pain ripped through him. The burn slid steadily up and down the skin it was embedded on, the way it always did when Voldemort could feel insubordination among his ranks. Incensed at the surrender he felt as he made his decision, he flung the sparkling green powder in the fireplace, a scowl much fiercer than his usual bland grimace marring his perfect English features.

Ginny stepped neatly out of the local fireplace, into the blackened depths of the Alley. Harry was upset, he needed to think, the last time Ron did that he had ended up in one of the bars down here. She was hoping, that she'd find Harry before he did anything drastic. With Harry there was always that risk. Besides she could hardly expect Malfoy to chase after him, what with his history… she wouldn't trust him to run after anyone.

It was late evening she noticed, as she gathered her cloak closer around her and flipping on its crimson hood. She looked carefully around her assessing her position, there was about two couples one snogging the other having an extremely loud disagreement both on her left to her right was another alley bend a wooden sign hanging at the bend. The Damned Dragon - she read, looking over the shack again. She drew in a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Ginny wrinkled her nose in distaste under her hood, as she looked around her. The bar was as gloomy as the sign promised, there were half a dozen drunkards dozing and drinking on the bar while more were scattered all over the bar. A giggling barmaid was perched on the lap of a customer as she took his order. Ginny frowned, then nearly gagged as a man seated at the bar proceeded to vomit all over the counter. The barman grinned a semi-toothless smile before using his wand to clear it away. Gritting her teeth she walked up to the bar discreetly putting a charm on her voice so it would imitate her eldest brother.

"What'll be your poison then?" asked the barman, leaning in so close Ginny could smell the stench of vomit on him.

"I'll have a Firewhiskey on the rocks," She said her voice as gruff as she'd intended.

The barman cocked a brow at her, trying to peer under her hood as he conjured a glass and Firewhiskey bottle. "Yeh from around here laddie?" he asked as he put the drink down in front of her.

Ginny swallowed, nervous, but adamant not to let it show. She reached out for her mug and sipped the fiery liquid, her eyes searching the bar for any sign of Harry.

"Something wrong with yer hearing lad?" persisted the man on her left, a blurry half-oaf from the looks of him. While the drunken bloke on her right swayed perilously over his drink.

Ginny was daring, but picking a meaningless fight in a bar, alone, was dumb even in her books. She slapped a galleon on the counter, and stood up, moving through the tables in her way to the door. A beefy hand fell on her shoulder from behind her. She automatically dropped into her defensive posture. Her wand was out before the first words were out of the man's mouth, pointing it behind her she sent the man flying with a well aimed Impediment Jinx. Ridiculously the first thing that came to her mind was not that the entire bar was now on its feet but that she still sounded like Bill. She lifted the enchantment, and turned to face the now livid drunkards. She flipped back her hood and pulled her Auror badge from inside her cloak,"I am an undercover Auror, gentlemen please return to your seats."

The entire bar stared silently at her.

The toothless barman still leaning over the counter broke it with his," Lad's a lass."

Ginny rolled her eyes but used the momentary still to leave the bar. She disapparated to the local fireplace once she was outside, her hood once again flipped up. She wished she could dissapparate to headquarters but it would be ridiculously easy to track.

Damn. She thought once she'd arrived at her destination, the fire was worse than on Monday mornings. And if she wasn't wrong some those droves of black cloaked men were bound to be death-eaters. Damn, damn, damn she thought silently spinning on her heel. The last thing she needed right now was a duel with a drove of death-eaters outnumbering her ten to one. She didn't even want to think of what would happen if she got caught. She wasn't really afraid of being caught, from what Draco, Harry, and Hermione had told her old Voldy needed her in one piece and she had taken the Unbreakable vow so it wasn't like they'd get anything out of her. But everyone would worry and Harry would get all protective and Malfoy well he, stupid git, would probably sneer some more, big surprise there. Anyway she still had to find Harry although, she thought, as she continued to hurry down the darkened path, getting captured by Voldemort would probably work pretty effectively in getting Harry out of hiding. Matter-of-fact she'd bet… What in the name of Circe…

A small gasp escaped from Ginny as she felt herself yanked into a shadowed alley. A thin hand held her wrists behind her back pressing her against a hard body the other hand was placed over her mouth efficiently stifling her indignant gasp.

Draco looked at her upturned face, her brown eyes were almost coppery in mutiny until they met his. Her entire body was pressed against him he could feel her soften against him, her body molding to his own in silent compliance. Her uneven breaths caressing the palm he had placed upon her mouth. She doesn't belong here. His previous thoughts etched firmly in the forefront of his mind. She has no idea how much danger she's in.

"I know exactly how much danger I'm in and being in it is my choice."

Draco's silver gaze bore into her. "Legilimins?" he asked her his tone expertly detached as his father's had always been while he silently enforced his occulumency shields.

"You aren't the only protégée Voldemort has ever commanded."was all she would reply.

Her lips were moving softly against his palm, he closed his eyes for one sensual moment before removing it and turning away from her.

"You shouldn't be here," he said his voice harsh to his own ears. "this is no place for a girl."

"Not everybody is a chauvinist Malfoy."

"Chauvinist? Virginia Weasley," he spat out her name, with such repulsion Ginny half turned in his arms but his grip on her prevented her from turning completely." would you like to know what they do here that calls for chauvinism?"

Ginny frowned into his palm, the slow rage she carried at being overprotected and underestimated surfacing,"I'm a trained Auror. I can take care of myself, not that I see how my safety is any of your concern anyhow, Malfoy." she scoffed.

The fear he'd felt for the youngest Weasley quickly transformed into the unadulterated rage burning in his steel eyes at her negligent attitude. A terrifying smile curled his lip as he replied to her thoughtless statement and claim of self dependence. "I'll take it that is a yes," his voice dropped a lower octave, and his one hand slid down from her mouth to her throat, till it was lightly caressing the bloom of her breasts through the low scoop of her robe.

Ginny gasped.

"How dare you!" she hissed as she tried futilely to pull away from him.

"Oh, I dare. When I risk blowing my cover, for an ungrateful, unthinking wench, I dare a lot of things."he snarled.

"Nobody asked you to do anything you git, so stop trying to be Harry and let me go!" Snapped Ginny, so absolutely furious of his treatment of her that the fact that he had come to her 'rescue' escaped her completely.

Draco wouldn't have believed it possible but he actually felt his fury escalate at the red-heads retort. Silvery eyes darkened terrifyingly. His already low voice lowered to a hiss, much like the serpent that was his family emblem, "So that's why you're here. You came to save Bloody Potter didn't you. Still carrying a torch for him are we? Wasn't it enough that he cheated on you with …a death-eater wasn't it, shagged Cho didn't he…?..."

Ginny stared blankly at him, forgetting to struggle, and as was common with her when in shock forgetting to breathe "How did you know that?" she gasped once she'd collected herself enough to ask.

Draco sneered,"Oh, I know. I know just how you walked in on him shagging her senseless on his kitchen counter wasn't it. The day after he proposed to you, the day you were going to take him home to tell mummy and daddy…"

"How do you…" she began shocked at the depth of what he knew as well as the malice with which he was exploiting it.

But he cut her off ignoring her query as if she had never spoken, "Told you he was under the imperius later didn't he? Told you that it was just a good shag nothing else…how did it feel Weasley finding out that you couldn't even hold on to your fiancé for a day. Oh but lookie here not even a year later and not only are we all buddy, buddy with him but you're actually risking you're safe being to look for him…still shamelessly in love?" he asked cruelly, tauntingly, reminding her of something she had spent the last 9 months assiduously trying to forget." After all you never did tell anyone about it did you didn't want to slander Potter's goody-goody image, now did we?"

Hot tears scalded her cheeks as she pulled out of his now slackened grip. "I am not still in love with Harry," She denied her voice cracking slightly,"And although I have absolutely no idea how you found out I really don't think I need t explain to you why I kept quiet. It was after all my affair not yours." and as if those semi calm words gave her a semblance of calm she strode out of the darkened alley, hoping that the floo traffic was less now.

"Hello, pretty, come up here for a good time did we?" said a slurred voice from behind her.

She'd forgotten she realized in the heat of her row with Draco to pull up her hood and found herself surrounded by half a dozen drunkards before she'd taken a dozen steps.

"We could be… being of assistance yeh know?" came a second voice.

She could still feel the tears burning on her cheeks. Suddenly she snapped. Why the fucking hell did all men have to be such asshole's! She was so sick to death of men being conceited bastards, first Harry just assuming that since he was under the imperius it was okay to have shagged Cho the day after his engagement, Draco…for just being his bastard-self and now these stupid roaring drunks. Very calmly she turned around to face the drunken men, her wand pointed easily at them. This, she thought with uncharacteristic cruelty, was going to be fun.

No one who had ever met Draco Malfoy before would have believed that the young man leaning on the walls of the shadowed alley could be him. Never-the-less there he was.

Guilt ate at him.

Damn. What on earth had possessed him to yell at Red like that? How had he blurted all that out in front of her? Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck. He had most certainly not intended to do that. He was going to come to Knockturn alley take her home and let the Order deal with her little escapade. Instead, he'd deliberately shoved Potter's infidelity in her face. Fucking Potter, why did she still care about him anyway? He was a fucking horse's arse and she knew it. But she still loved him. Why was she so bloody…loyal. She'd rather stroll down Knockturn alley alone at night searching for Potter than go home with him.

Shit.

It was night.

In Knockturn alley.

She was alone.

Merlin's beard, Avery and Nott were coming down for drinks.

This evening.

Here.

Draco walked as fast as he dared without attracting attention.

Merlin let her be unhurt.

If she was hurt it would be all his fault.

His fault for not taking her home.

His fault for throwing Potter's infidelity in her face.

He prayed for the first time in his life. Circe let her be okay, he prayed silently as he moved in the shadowed alley. Then all on a sudden something big came hurling out of one of the smaller alleyways. It was a…body?

Ginny, he thought. Later he would fail to come up with one logical reason why he would think it was her. Right then he didn't care.

Still years in the fold had shown him that cautiousness was seriously underrated. He slunk into obscurity, and silently watched ready to step in if needed as Ginny dispatched of her drunken admirers. Other than the one which flew out of the alley it seemed the rest had suffered much more greatly at her hands. One was lying on the floor while wild bats attacked his face, Draco knew what that felt like and felt a moments compassion for him before noticing that three others had worms, leeches and wasps stuck to theirs. One last man she still had at wand point. And from the looks of it was using a severing charm on his long unkempt hair.

"Lady come on don't do this…"

Draco watched fascinated as Ginny just kept at it until the man was on his knees, then she pointed her wand down at him and with a sneer that Lucius Malfoy would have been proud of cast the full body bind.

Draco had never seen this side of Virginia Weasley and was not surprised that he was turned on by it. Not however enamored enough to take a chance at confronting her he cast a silent body bind in her own direction, catching her effectively before she toppled on her former victim.

"Sorry, Gin, but I have to get you home." Harry will just have to wait.