Author note: I am so, so sorry for the wait, its unforgivable I know but I've been so busy fruitlessly revising that I haven't had the time to do much writing, but my exams are officially over for about four months now, whoop, whoop, and now I have time to write (alongside doing all my coursework). I'd like to thank you all for your patience and I'd also like to thank my lovely reviewers who keep me going, much love goes out to you all! Hopefully this chapter will in some way make up for my absence, I am so, so sorry, please enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: quite clearly I am not J K Rowling, if I were I would be sitting back in a chair right now marvelling at my own genius, since I'm not and I am most definitely not J K Rowling I own nothing except Ivy and her family.

Chapter nine

Draco

Relief flooded through Draco as he watched the owl disappear into the night with his letter and for the first time since he arrived back at Ivy's house and read that cursed letter, Draco took a deep breath. He didn't know what had come over him, but Draco knew that he couldn't let the Death Eaters take Ivy away like they wanted to. They had moved ahead of plan and Draco hadn't suspected that would happen and so had been taken off guard, they were only supposed to send him to check if she was having visions of the Dark Lord's plans, not to distract her while they sent someone for her. He couldn't do it, he had known that there was no way he could go through with this task the very second he realised that she was the seer; he just hadn't been able to admit it to himself. He had thought that his reluctance to perform this task for the Dark Lord was because he was already in way over his head with his original task, a task infinitely more important than this one, but reluctantly Draco could now see that that wasn't the case, he couldn't in good conscious let Ivy be unwilling drafted into the Death Eaters or let her be killed by refusing. He didn't know why he was so apposed to the idea, he knew full well that had it been Granger whose house he had apparated to he would have no problem with letting them take her, with Ivy it was different though, it was always different with her.

The guilt and turmoil that had gripped him ever since he read the first letter that caused him to seek refuge, in Ivy's bathroom for cry out loud, so that he wouldn't brake under the mounting pressure of what he had become and all the painful jobs that came along with it, lifted slightly as he jogged back down the stairs with the intention of rejoining Ivy in the kitchen. Draco knew that he had made the right choice; he had been warring with his loyalties for hours now and had made his decision, as dangerous as it probably was, Draco had chosen to send a letter back to Snape, claiming that he had been mistaken and that Jones showed absolutely no signs of the ability to see. Draco told him that a journey out here to this muggle slum would be pointless and that he would return to the manor in the morning after just making sure that Ivy was a normal mudblood. If they ever found out the truth, or if Snape persisted that he was right, Draco knew that it would be his neck in the chopping block; however for infuriating reasons unknown Draco couldn't go through with this.

Draco reached the bottom of the stairs with a confused frown on his features as he tired to figure out what all of this meant, he and Ivy did have a friendship of sorts and she seemed to be the only person who had ever acted like a true friend to him (when she wasn't insulting him or arguing with him) but was that really enough to warrant risking his own life? A Gryffindor would tell you that of course it was, but Draco, a Slytherin, wasn't so sure. He turned and walked into the living room still puzzling over what he had just done but relieved that he had done it, Draco came to an abrupt halt when he spotted Ivy standing by the window, a furious and almost pained look on her face as she glared at something off in the distance, Draco noticed how her hands were balled into fists and wondered what was wrong.

"Ivy?" He asked his tone light and conversational, an audible sign of how relieved he felt to have sent that letter. It was easily the most uncharacteristic and selfless thing he had ever done.

Ivy turned to look at Draco then, only she looked more furious than Draco had ever seen her before, he usually soft brown eyes bore into him mercilessly and shot daggers at him that he stood no hope of missing, something Draco had done had really ticked her off. Readying himself for whatever insult she was going to throw his way Draco wondered why he had even bothered to do that he had just done, Ivy would never stop being so hostile towards him. Normal programming had resumed it would seem, Ivy and Draco had had a short while of talking amiably like the friends they might be and now she was going to start another argument over nothing, Draco thought irritably, if only she knew what he had just done for her, what he was risking, maybe then she would be more appreciative, though he soon realised that there was no hope of that. That was when Draco spotted it, out of the corner of his eye Draco noticed a piece of parchment resting on the ground near Ivy's feet and he felt his heart and stomach plummet as he realised what it was and he regarded Ivy's fury with a new light. She knew. Or at least, she thought she did.

"Ivy," Draco said sensing that he needed to sort this out now and that Ivy had gotten the wrong idea, or at least, she didn't know the whole story. Draco raised his hands in surrender as Ivy only stood there and fumed, her chest rising and falling exaggeratedly with her rage "Ivy, let me explain."

She wouldn't let him of course and instead asked "What, it's not what it looks like?" sarcastically, her eyes shinning with her anger and her pink lips pressed into a hard line "credit me with some intelligence, I might have been stupid enough to fall for your act but I'm not going to believe your excuses, I'm not that stupid, Draco."

Then, taking Draco completely off guard she charged towards him and grabbed hold of his left arm, Draco had only the time to register the touch of her soft, warm hands against his cold skin before she violently rolled back his black shirt sleeve. Draco was too shocked to stop her, too ashamed and too angry himself at having been found out, Ivy took one disgusted look at the mark branded on his forearm and quickly dropped his arm, as though being a Death Eater was a disease she might catch. It maddened Draco, the cold, repulsed look she wore, it infuriated him that she would just assume that it was all black and white and that he was wrong without even stopping to get the facts, she had seen the mark and Draco knew that that was something she could never forget. Defeat flooded through Draco, after all his efforts to conceal this from everyone, to keep it from the other Slytherins who knew something was up though and tended to avoid Draco because of that or else treated him like royalty because he was clearly up to something sinister, and even after keeping it hidden from Potter who was always sniffing around him now, Draco had been found out by the one person who he thought might have been capable of respecting him, not for who his father was or what Draco had branded on his arm, but because of who he was.

"Ivy, please…" he started as he took a step towards her his hands reaching out because he honestly didn't know what else to do, he had to make her see that it wasn't so simple, that he never wanted to betray her or hurt her in any way, but there was just some things that he couldn't stop from happening and his destiny was one of them. Draco felt a prang of pain when Ivy took a step back from him, still wearing that disgusted expression on her face. She didn't know why I was doing it, she didn't know that I had no other choice, Draco thought angrily as he watched and her expression did not change

Draco was more shocked than he ought to have been when Ivy pulled her wand from her pocket, Draco stopped still and looked at her, his expression still pleading, he had to make sure that she knew the truth about this, that she knew what he had just done, Draco knew Ivy well enough to know that very little would help his case now and even that fact that he was trying to protect her just then would not make up for the fact that he was a Death Eater and had, in her eyes, accepted this mission. He had to try though, both of their lives could very well depend on Ivy keeping her seeing ability even more of a secret "Out," she snapped at him as she aimed her wand at his neck.

"Not until you hear me out," Draco said feeling determination replace his desperation, he would not let Ivy's stubbornness be the death of them both, he had to make her see.

"Out," Ivy repeated in a tone that could only be described as deadly. Draco didn't do as asked however he locked his gaze with her furious one and did not back down as he tried to convey the vitally important life saving truth. Ivy took a step towards him but he didn't move, he didn't so much as flinch as her wand tip met with his skin and she licked her lips before parting them to speak, she stopped though, and her eyes went wide with fear when the streetlight outside flickered. Draco watched as something dawned on her, the flickering streetlight meant something to her and he didn't know what, it clearly wasn't good though. A cautious Draco watched with a frown of confusion as Ivy stepped backwards, removed her wand from where it rested on his neck and stared at the blinds in horror.

Ivy

I continued to stare at the closed blinds on the windows, that allowed me to know that the light had flickered but were closed so meant that no one else could see me, long after the streetlight had turned back on, I was frozen where I was stood, frozen with shock and fear. Death Eaters were outside my house, they were outside my house just like my vision had told me they would be and that frightened me more than I could possibly say, that these killers were so close to me, to my oblivious neighbours, to my unsuspecting family. Fear gripped my heart tight in its chest then and sent my stomach plummeting, my family were due back soon and there were lunatic murders outside the house who killed Muggles like them and muggleborns like me for sport. I couldn't let my family get any where near them, I had to get a message to them somehow, I had to tell them not to come home yet because it wasn't safe, no I couldn't tell them that. They'd be frightened for me and surely come home then, I'd have to make up an excuse to keep them away, and fast for it wouldn't be that long until the Death Eaters were banging on our door, I was the only magical person on this side of town, they had to be here for me. But what had I ever done to them? Short of being Harry Potter's friend and helping to keep him safe the odd time, nothing, then it clicked, my visions, somehow they had found out about my visions and were here to force me into recruitment. Repulsion, fear and determination filled me up in equal measures, I would not become one of them, I'd sooner die than use my visions to help Voldermort, I was on the side of good and no threat on my life would change that. But would a threat on my families?

Getting worked up I gritted my teeth together as my chest rose and fell with my heavy breaths and I continued to stare at the closed blinds, envisioning the Death Eaters beyond, recalling the dark, hooded trio from my visions and stifling a shiver. I really wished this wasn't happening. How could they have possibly found out, only Dumbledore, some of the Order and my friends knew about my visions, did that mean we had a spy in the Order? I was fretting about this just as I sensed movement behind me, my head snapped to the side and I spotted an unusually docile Draco watching me with a cautious expression on his face as I suddenly remembered everything I had forgotten in the wake of my worry and fear. Draco was a Death Eater. My expression must have been furious as Draco looked alarmed.

"They're here for you?" I asked unable and unwilling not to look down my nose at him and give the usually lofty Draco a taste of his own medicine, I looked down on a Death Eater with the same revulsion any right thinking person shows a member of the B.N.P. Then something clicked and I remembered the rest of my vision and realised the truth in my words, they were here for Draco, I had seen him going out to them in my vision, maybe they weren't hear for me at all and if I could just get Draco away from my house me and my family would be safe.

Draco looked at me in confusion and then remembered that he couldn't see the three Death Eaters outside, I was only aware of their presence because of my vision. "I assume you have read all your letters, who do you think is here for you?" I asked him coldly, nodding at his branded arm with a look of disgust on my face, a submissive looking Draco rolled down his sleeve when he noticed my gaze, as though that would remove the vile sight from my memory.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Ivy." Draco said in unemotional tone, though his eyes were pleading, pleading with me to drop this and get over the issue, though he should have known that was something I could never do.

"Don't you, so you telling me that you don't know why there are three of your Death Eater friends out side my house?" I asked, my voice rising a little in my anger, I couldn't believe Draco, I mean I had always known that he was a prejudiced prat but I had never thought that he would sink so low as to become a Death Eater himself, his father being part of the fold or not, I naively thought Draco had more sense than that.

Draco's face dropped and his eyes lost the pleading look they had held seconds before to make room for his shock and maybe his fear too. Draco, for his part, genuinely did look surprised by this knowledge and almost as worried as I actually felt, however Death Eaters wouldn't be able to hide amongst the rest of society if Voldermort wasn't handing out free acting lessons so I didn't take any of it at face value "They're here, how did you…?" Draco asked before trailing off and seeming to remember something, at that my expression shifted from cold hostility to fear, why had he dropped the question? Tell me he didn't know how I knew "Ivy…" I cut Draco off without a second thought, I didn't want to hear his excuses, his expression was still one of fright and worry and I could tell he was still keeping up the act, the one he had been playing this past twenty-four hours when he pretended being in the presence of a muggleborn didn't disgust him, that maybe he actually was my friend.

"Why didn't you ask how I knew?" I asked him sharply, not able to shift the worry that he knew something.

Draco, who had been about to say something, clamped his mouth shut, a wide eyed expression on his face that told me that he did know something, something he didn't want to tell me, be that for fear of my wrath, the wrath of his master or because he just didn't want to, I didn't know. Fear still mounting I looked at him, he looked much the same as he always did, neat blond hair, black shirt, black trousers, pale skin, once I might have gone so far as to call him attractive, if we were having a good day. I wouldn't call him that now though, his expression was desperate and worried and that of a mad man, he regarded me with earnest and he looked frightened, that aside his entire image was tainted in my eyes now, tainted by the vulgar black mark on his left forearm that told me exactly what kind of man Draco Malfoy was. I couldn't believe I let this guy in my house.

"You know what, I don't even care right now," I told him though the possibility that he knew about my visions did frighten me, I wanted him gone more "just get out, get out now and take your friends with you, unless you want to bring them in so you can all torture the mudblood first?" I asked in a biting sarcastic tone, at which Draco looked appalled.

"Ivy, don't…" he started to plead innocently but I cut across him again.

"Don't get all high and mighty now; don't start to pretend you actually care." I all but spat in his direction, keeping a good distance between myself and him and trying to ignore how much it hurt me that a boy I had considered my friend had joined a group of people that not only hated and killed people like me, but supported the most dangerous dark wizard of all time. "Is that what you did for your initiation, hurt people like me?" I inquired securing a hard expression on my face when I realised that my tone was starting to show some of my own hurt.

"Ivy, I haven't hurt you yet, what makes you think I would…?" Draco started in an almost soft and pleading voice though his annoyance was clear in his clenched fists, something was really irritating Draco and I was willing to bet that it was being here with me still. I cut him off with a loud scoff at his words; didn't he think that finding out that someone I thought was my friend was in fact a Death Eater hurt?

"We're not talking about me here Draco, though I'm sure your statement is debatable, we're talking about other people, other people like me and don't tell me you never would because I've seen you jinx countless people for nothing more than the CRIME of being born to a muggle, Hermione being one of those people." I said, glad that my voice was back to its strong and disgusted tone, the one that I was aiming at.

Draco didn't say anything right away after that, he knew that he couldn't, I was right and he knew it. Draco averted his gaze to the floor, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to get a handle on his obvious annoyance and how mad I was making him, I had only just noticed the flexing off his fists and the way in which he seemed to be growing more dangerous by the second. I didn't care though; I was so furious myself that I was sure I was more of a match for him based on that alone. Draco's gaze flicked back up to mine and he looked up at me from under his eyelashes and said,

"You, are impossible."

"And you're a Death Eater; personally I know which one I would rather be." I said in repulsed tone "run back to your friends Draco and don't come back here, I was an idiot to let you stay in the first place but I felt sorry for you," I told him looking down on him and knowing full well how much my pity would bother him, it showed briefly on his face "I'm not the kind of person who turns people out on the street when they're sick, but right now I wish I was, you probably weren't even that sick, were you?" I asked expecting a denial, expecting him to tell me that he had been honest for a second while he was here and that I wasn't such a trusting idiot. He didn't though.

For a second, and only that long, Draco looked guilty. He looked guilty for the very briefest of seconds and then his expression then returned to one of vulnerable frustration and pleading, he was getting desperate now, I could see it in his eyes, he wanted me to let him speak. Well, that sure wasn't happening.

In the wake of Draco all but confirming my suspicions that he was lying I let out a humourless laugh and set my jaw again before averting my eyes, unable to look at him "Of course you were only pretending," I asked suddenly worried as I wondered what could have been so important to bring him here, to the home of a mudblood like me, what could cause him to come here? "Get out." I told him again as my worry continued to build, I had to get Draco out of here, if he was gone then the Death Eaters would go too and I wouldn't have to worry about them or Draco's ulterior motive, I would feel safer when the Death Eaters were gone.

"I can't," Draco said drawing himself up to his full and intimidating height, that beseeching look still in his eyes as he regarded me but he stood his ground and didn't move like I'd told him to.

"Of course you can, I'm telling you to get out of my house right now or I'll call the Order." I threatened worried that he wasn't going to go, that I was going to have to stand here and look at his betrayal of trust all night and that the Death Eaters would never leave "if you even have an ounce of decency you'll go with the Death Eaters and take them way from here, they've come to pick you up after all." I said folding my arms across my chest but rubbing my right arm with my left hand in worry and anxiety, frightened that this wasn't the case.

"That's why I can't go," he told me taking a step forward and causing me to take a step back "Ivy you need to come with me…" Draco said reaching out for me with both of his hands, aiming to grab hold of my arms. I panicked and reacted instantly, moving so quickly he didn't see it coming I raised my right hand, which still held my wand, and shouted,

"Impedimenta," I shouted, the force of the indescribable spell blowing Draco backwards in my rage, the Death Eater flew across the room, banging into the sofa and causing it to topple along with him. I stalked after him "I will not let you take me to the bloody Death Eaters you absolute arsehole! How can you stand there, looking all innocent and vulnerable, saying I don't understand and trying to explain when all the time you're just trying to take me to you fricking leader?" I shouted at him once more, hurt swelling up inside of me as it dawned on me that he was prepared to hand me over to his true friends as a punishment for me being a muggleborn, I really was a horrible judge of character.

Scrambling to his feet Draco looked shocked and insulted that I had just jinxed him but made no move to pull out his own wand as I had expected him to, though it seemed to take every ounce of strength that he had Draco did not make a move to return a spell. I thought nothing of it, chocking it up to being him trying to keep in role, to get back in my good graces so that he could hand me over for target practice. "Leave," I told him pointing my wand at him, his hair disarray from his tumble, his fists clenched in restraint and his eyes still shinning with the silent pleading he was too proud to utter out loud.

I gritted my teeth and focused hard on not crying, I couldn't let Draco see my weakness now, I could let him know how much all this betrayal hurt.

"No," He said firmly determination written clearly across his features.

My expression became even harder, my brows furrowed and I aimed my wand at his chest in meaning "yes, you're what they came here for and I don't want you here any more, get out of my house."

Draco shook his head, made a move to step towards me, but then he saw the killer look I was wearing and thought better of it "they aren't here for me, Ivy." He told me an angry expression on his face and his meaning obvious.

I felt my eyes widen and instantly started to shake my head in denial as Draco's words sunk in "No, they're here for you," I told him remembering my vision "w…what would they want from me, I haven't done anything to them." I said, losing my hard expression as it was replaced by a horrified one, they couldn't be here for me, they just couldn't.

"They know what you are," he said and my gaze shot to his in restrained shock as I tried to pretend I didn't know what he was talking about, so he knew then "don't try looking at me like that I know as well. I know about your visions, that's why I'm here, to see what you know and if you've told Potter anything dangerous for the Dark Lord." He said and I almost flinched at his use of the respectful term used by the Death Eaters to refer to the monstrous Lord Voldermort, then his words registered with me and I glared at him.

"You're here on a mission for Voldermort?" I inquired through gritted teeth angry but still able to feel fear that Voldermort saw me as a threat, Draco cringed at the use of the name only it didn't bring me any satisfaction at bettering him "what, can't bare to hear your own masters name?"

"You don't understand." Draco said simply, dropping his earnest look and staring angrily at the floor, clearly not liking the way I was talking to him and the obvious contempt I felt.

"Damn right I don't, spill it Draco, I want to know everything, try and make me understand." I spat angrily, half sarcastic, half serious since there was a part of me that desperately wanted Draco to have some sort of explanation to this, some reason to justify what he was doing.

Draco said nothing, he only looked at me with contempt this look however did not reach his eyes, the cold blue orbs were pleading once more but that did nothing to soften me "Tell me, Malfoy, tell me right now what mission was so important that you would bring your Death Eater friends here to get me, endangering my family who gave you a place to stay last night, who treat you much kinder than they could have. I suppose you think its fair that this happens to them, their fault for being unworthy Muggles!" I all but shouted at him, Draco looked alarmed for a brief second before setting his jaw and muttering,

"Ivy," in a strained and irritated voice, I only shot him a gaze, not wanting to hear any excuses and needing to hear the truth from him.

Draco sighed "It was my mission," he continued reluctantly, looking cautiously at me so I had to actively fight to hide the pained look his words demanded "I was told that one of the pupils at Hogwarts was a seer and that she was one of Potter's friends, I was told that the Dark Lord was worried that she might know some things about his plans and wanted me to find out what they knew and try and get them along side. They never told me who it was, but I knew it could either be you or Granger, I was told that I had to go now because this task was vitally important and so I apparated straight here." Draco explained.

"And that's why they gave you your Death Eater stripes then?" I asked sarcastically with a nod at Draco's forearm, he neither confirmed nor denied my claims that this was why he was a Death Eater which I stupidly took for a yes.

"They weren't supposed to come, I was supposed to carry on with this at Hogwarts," Draco said frowning in annoyance and confusion "but the Dark Lord grew impatient and I received those letters, saying he was going to send some Death Eaters to relieve me and take you with them." I blanched at the idea, fear filling me "I sent them back a letter telling them not to come when I went upstairs after dinner," Draco admitted a little sheepishly and with faintly red cheeks "but it must not have gotten to them in time."

Pushing aside my own incredible fear and my confusion about why Draco would try to keep the Death Eaters from coming here and asked "Snape sent you those letters?" a thought had just occurred to me, those letters that Draco had said that had come from Death Eaters, well one of them had been from Snape, could Harry be right twice?

Draco looked irritated "he's been pestering me for weeks, trying to stick his nose in my business and meddle with things he shouldn't, with things he can't understand, he only sent me the first one, and the last one," Draco said pointing at the fourth letter on the floor, the one that I had opened, with annoyance in his features "the rest were from my aunt telling me what was happening."

From Draco's pestered expression and his use of the words 'things he can't understand' I consoled myself with the fact that not every seemingly dodgy person was a Death Eater since Snape wasn't, or at least, that's what I picked up from what Draco said.

"Why are you being so honest with me?" I asked him and at first it seemed like Draco didn't have an answer to that, he actually looked guilty again for a second before saying,

"This is important."

I frowned then, not getting what he meant and why the warranted a guilty look "you are being honest with me, aren't you?" I asked him, finding that I believed his words somewhat and not wanting to be making another massive mistake.

"Of course," Draco insisted as though I was wrong for not trusting him, like he hadn't been lying to me and betraying me for the past twenty-four hours "you need to come with me though…" Draco started but I immediately cut across him angrily,

"I am not going anywhere with you, I've told you already, I wont let you hand me over to those Death Eaters." I told him threateningly at which he only rolled his eyes.

"I'm not going to take you to them, Ivy, why would I have told you the truth if I was going to do that?" he asked as if I was stupid and I only glared at him, biting back a comment about how wasn't that what all villains did in the end, told their enemies their sinister plans? "You need to leave here now before the Death Eaters get bored and come looking for you." Draco said stepping forward and grabbing hold of my hand, his cold fingers wrapping around my fisted right hand to prevent me from aiming another spell at him. I cringed away from his touch but Draco ignored that with a hard look on his face, he then started to pull me across the room. I resisted.

"I can't leave; my family are due back any minute and if the Death Eaters are still here how knows what they'll do to them?" I said trying, and failing, to pull my hand from his grip.

"That doesn't matter right now," Draco said in a gruff voice as he pulled me in the direction of the stairs.

"Of course it matters, they could kill them!" I exclaimed as he came to a halt at the foot of the stairs and turned to face me, still not releasing my wand hand.

"Look, just pack some stuff up and get ready to leave," Draco said nodding in the direction of the stairs.

"No," I said stubbornly and something inside Draco snapped then, his face cracked and he let out an exasperated noise.

"Are you trying to kill us both?" he demanded, looking at me like I was crazy and clearly reaching his limit.

"No, but I'm not going to let them hurt my family!" I shouted back at him which only served to piss him off more though he reined it in and said, a little calmer,

"We'll get them a message, they can wait but we cant, they'll be in here any second asking why I haven't brought you to them, we have to get out of here so we can work on our story, it's the only way either of us is going to get out of here."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, still furious about him being a Death Eater and lying to me, not to mention him dragging me across the room and demanding I leave my family at the mercy of a couple of his buddies "why aren't you just doing as they told you to?"

Draco didn't answer my question; he only looked at me in the strangest way before averting his pleading gaze from mine and glaring at the floor as he said "we need to leave."

I took his refusal to speak as all the reason I needed not to go with him, if he wouldn't answer me then he was hiding something and there was no way that I trusted him with something like this, not now. "You leave, I'm going to protect my family and my neighbours, because I highly doubt that if your friends come in here and find both of us gone they'll just toddle off back to Voldermort like good little Death Eaters. They'll stop to take out their anger on some innocent muggle first and I can't let that happen, not when I can stop it."

"What are you going to do?" Draco demanded as I tried to pull my wand hand free and he lent in towards me for emphasis "you can't stand up to three Death Eaters."

"I suppose you would know," I snapped still trying to get free.

"A couple of Muggles are not worth getting yourself killed over." Draco all but shouted in my face and I froze, feeling the last ounces of respect I might have had for him leave me because of those harsh callous words. Fury overtook my shock and without thinking about it I slapped Draco around the face with my free hand, finally having enough of him. shocked Draco released me immediately, his mouth hanging open, his eyebrow's knitted together in annoyance and raising his hand to his cheek.

"You make me sick," I spat at him before promptly turning away from him and walking away, back into the living room.

"Ivy," Draco called walking after me "Ivy wait…"

"Get lost Draco," I called over my shoulder as I marched along trying to figure out a plan of action, what could I possibly do against three merciless Death Eaters, nothing short of handing myself over.

"Ivy if you stay here the both of us are done for, I told them that you weren't really a seer and if they come in here and find out that you're not they wont be happy." He said walking alongside me, I stopped where I was and turned to face him with another furious expression.

"You should have thought of that before you chose to do this." I snapped at him and he shook his head looking defiant.

"I didn't choose this," he told me and I scoffed.

"Everything is a choice." I said simply, before remembering how the Death Eaters in my vision had gotten impatient and looked like they might come towards the house, I couldn't risk that, I didn't know how much time had passed since they had gotten here exactly but I knew they wouldn't wait much longer "now get out." I told him, hoping he would listen this time, but of course he didn't.

"We need to leave now, I'll apparate us out of here, and I'm not going until I know that you're not going to do something to get us both killed." Draco repeated and I laughed humourlessly, of course he only cared about keeping himself safe, this was Draco Malfoy I was talking to here.

"I'm not going with you, that's not how it's supposed to happen." I told him folding my arms across my chest and looking at the window across the room with a mixture of fear and worry on my face.

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked his frustration clear, I only raised an eyebrow at him waiting for him to catch up, he did a moment later "are you saying you had a vision?" he asked and I nodded "so, what was it about?"

I'll be honest, I was reluctant to tell him about my vision since it was something he had no right to know about, he only knew about them because he was the Death Eaters latest recruit and it wasn't something I had chosen to share with him. Besides, I still didn't trust him. I had no choice though, if I told him the truth about my vision he might actually leave and let me deal with his betrayal in relative peace and safety.

"I basically just saw them arrive," I said honestly "then I was aware of time passing and then you came out," I said nodding in his direction and taking note of the red hand print that was starting to show on his pale face and recalling that from my vision "you went over to the other Death Eaters, said something to them and then you all left." I told him, neglecting to mention the smouldering look of determination he had worn on his face in my vision.

Draco looked troubled, I could tell that he liked his original plan better than this more direct one, but I could see flaws in his plan and I didn't think that the pair of us suddenly disappearing and him not explaining things properly to the Death Eaters would work in either of our favours. Draco seemed to accept the future I depicted and frowned at the floor before raising his gaze to meet mine and saying,

"Fine, I'll go and get rid of them, I'll stick to saying that you're not a seer, you just have to be careful about your visions and to make sure that no one else knows about them in case word gets back to the Dark Lord." Draco said in an emotionless voice, I only nodded at his words the term 'Dark Lord' getting on a nerve I didn't think I still had left. I managed to keep my opinions to myself though and said nothing to him.

When it became apparent that I wasn't going to say anything more Draco nodded in my direction before turning without another word and heading towards the door, I watched as the blond Death Eater crossed my living room, taking speedy steps away from me. When Draco reached the door he turned to look at me, for the briefest of moments I thought that I might have seen some remorse and guilt in his eyes when his gaze locked with mine but then it vanished and Draco stuck out his chin before throwing open my front door and stepping out into the snow storm beyond. The door slammed behind him and I stood there for a moment, imagining the determined look on his face as he crossed the street towards them, I watched him my minds eye as he spoke words to them that I would never hear and I thought of how they accepted him as one of them, seeming to treat him as an equal. I waited five minutes before I dubbed it safe to move, I then quickly strode across the living room, reached for the blinds and prised them apart with my fingers and looked out into the blizzard beyond. The street was completely empty now, no dark hooded figures and no Draco, they were gone.

Author note: so what do you think, worth the wait, a pitiful excuse for a chapter, average? I'd love to hear from you whatever your thoughts, thank you for reading :) x