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The Knights of Walpurgis
Shadows shifted in the darkness of the night. They moved like ghosts amid the graves. A scream pierced the still, night air.
"You have failed me, Bellatrix. I told you to get the boy!" yelled a man.
She screamed as his curse hit her again. Once the pain was gone, she said, "Master! My lord, I beg you …"
"Why?" he asked, "Why should I give you a second chance? You allowed the Heir escape our grasp … the ancient prophecies stated that whoever won him would win the world …"
"Master, give me one more chance … I'll bring him to you … and the Potter boy as well …"
"Very well, you have until January … that should be sufficient amount of time, I believe … If you fail me again, Bellatrix, you'll not find me as forgiving …" The man watched her go. There was a moment of a silence until the sharp crack announced the arrival of another he'd called.
"It is good of you to come," said the man to his faithful subject. "I give this mission to your daughter. If Bellatrix fails … she will complete her mission …"
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Harry and Draco looked at Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus, both of them feeling horrified.
But Draco being Draco, only said with a straight face, "Ours is a forbidden love."
"What?" yelled Harry in unison with the other four boys, "Oh, you little …" Harry growled and attacked Draco with the nearest weapon at hand, which happened to a pillow. They rolled around on the bed almost falling out of it before ending up with Harry straddling Draco shoving the pillow into Draco's face, but he hadn't decided whether he wanted to kill him or just shut him up.
"I didn't know you were into this kind of thing!" said Draco, muffled by the pillow, "Heck, I didn't even know you liked me."
Ron jumped forward and grabbed Harry, prying Harry and the pillow away not a moment too soon as Draco had already begun to turn blue from the lack of oxygen.
Harry struggled briefly against Ron's hold, but then settled for sitting on Draco's stomach, looking murderously down on the blonde lying beneath him. Draco let the hands he'd put to try to get rid of the pillow fall onto his chest and closed his eyes, just breathing in the sweet oxygen his lungs desperately needed.
A sudden sharp pain in Harry's scar brought him out of his anger and concern replaced it as he saw Draco's labored breathing and closed eyes. He put a hand on Draco's cheek, saying, "I'm sorry, really, I wasn't going to kill you …"
"Just …. Just shut up," said Draco between breaths. "Though the look on your face! That was priceless! Oh, I've always wanted to make you look like that!"
"Glad to have been of service," said Harry sarcastically. Draco didn't say anything, just looked at him expectantly.
Harry was confused until Draco cleared his throat and said, "So, are we going to spend the night together? I mean you still haven't gotten off me …"
Harry felt the blush burning on his face as he got off Draco, until he was sitting next to Draco on the bed.
"Anyway," said Draco, "now that we've stopped the little abusive love fest," Draco paused slightly and was not disappointed to see Harry splutter indignantly. Hiding his smile he continued, "We can go back to the serious things."
Harry gaped at Draco.
"Malfoy!" he said, "Since when have you been serious about anything! Tell me that – tell me one time when you haven't turned everything into a huge joke!"
Draco tilted his head to the side, then said thoughtfully, "Well, I was serious when I snogged Hermione. She's a really good kisser too, but we're only going shopping not on a date …"
Luckily only Dean was the one who was immobilized with shock for a moment before helping Neville, Seamus, and Harry hold Ron off Draco, who only looked at Ron and said brightly, "Oh. So I was right … you do like her."
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"Okay, now can we get to the serious stuff? I mean I know you all love me and want to know what I'm doing here, but – oh, hi, Stu." said Draco, "Where on earth were you and how many times do you change your hair color in a day?"
"Oh, lots of times, y'know. And what on earth have you and Harry been doing?"
"Well, actually, I was talking to Potter and then somehow we ended up talking about shoes and clothes, and shopping and how Potter would look good if he bothered to care about his clothes, and I said he was sexy, but not as sexy as me." said Draco, "And then this lot came and overheard us because some genius forgot to put the charms around us so one would overhear us, then they jumped to conclusion about my sex life, which is nonexistent … and I'm babbling, aren't I? Don't answer that." Draco paused to take a breath and continued, "So, I made a comment and Potter tried to smother me with the pillow, and after that I said we ought to go back to the matter at hand and this git here asked me since when I have ever been serious and so I told him it was when I kissed Hermione – and it was her suggestion! I wasn't even thinking about it … well, not exactly, anyway." Draco turned to look at Stu then added, "Then the Weasel tried to attack me …and this is the result of that."
"Were you always like that or are you just like that now?" asked Seamus.
Draco shrugged, "I dunno…you might want to ask one of the Slytherins … it's really too bad Crabbe and Goyle flunked out of Hogwarts … they might've told you whether or not I was always I like this."
"Flunked out of Hogwarts?" echoed Neville.
"Yes," said Draco helpfully "it means they failed, as in they got all Trolls and had to leave school because they're too stupid to learn anything without me sitting there and beating it into their thick skulls."
"Dude, you've been spending too much time with me." said Stu, "Anyway, I got the equation down! Got it down flat and guess what – if we add the potion to the chemicals, we'd get the damned thing to work."
"What thing," asked Ron, sounding bewildered and Draco made an impatient gesture at him, hastily explaining, "We're messing with Muggle things to see if we can add magic to them. So? Did it work?"
"Like a dream," said Stu. "And get this, man, throw it on the floor and run. 'Cause this ain't like the stuff ya see on TV, man, this stuff is deadly and kills anything that's alive within a five foot radius."
"Did you make it like the one in the book – the Muggle chemistry book?" demanded Draco, "You better not have ruined it."
"No," said Stu, "Man, this thing works like a –" he broke off with an odd cough.
"Great," said Draco, "but you put it inside the bottle, right? We don't exactly want to blow up Hogwarts or want them to find out that we're taking Muggle weapons apart and messing with them."
"You're … messing with Muggle weapons?"
Draco looked at Seamus who was staring at him in shock.
"Sure. Nuclear, bio … you name it. Then again we're messing with the guns too. But we haven't really figured out how to pack it with a Dark Magic hexes instead of bullets. We tried putting the hex on the ball and then loading the gun and firing it at a tree, but the tree only blew up … it might work, but I for one don't want to end up with blood and body parts in my hair."
"What's the atomic weight of Astatine?" Stu interrupted them suddenly.
"Um, two hundred and ten, I think." said Draco, "I'm not exactly sure. We could look it up if we could get the stupid bleeding computer hooked into the Net, but it won't work here, which really makes no sense since the car and the computer, and the other Muggle stuff we've got down there all work. We need copper wiring, that's what. I'll get some … Potter, Weasley, you two cover for me – tell them I'm sick or something."
"Where are you going?" asked Ron.
"Malfoy, what on earth are you doing?" asked Harry.
Draco shrugged, "Packing. Anyway, when you want to talk about the serious stuff, find me. I'll be either in the library or my room … I wish I knew where the kitchens are. I miss cooking … it was nice at home because you three actually ate what I made even though I made too much."
"Oh!" said Ron, "If I tell you where the kitchens are and tell you how to get in, you'll cook for us again?"
"Honey, if you tell me where and how to get into the kitchens, I'll cook for the whole damned school!" said Draco.
Harry choked as Dean and Seamus stared at the blonde.
"Um … Malfoy," said Neville. "Did you just call Ron …honey?"
xxx
A few hours later, the Gryffindor boys were completely bewildered by Draco. Harry was amused, but he thought that considering how Draco had acted like for the whole time they'd known him, it was a surprise to find out that Draco Malfoy was a clown. Not that Harry would ever tell Draco that he thought of him as a clown, but Draco couldn't take anything seriously – or even if he tried, he ended up making it into a huge joke. Draco could be funny at times, but it drove Harry, Ron, and Hermione mad trying to get him to act seriously for once. Another thing that left Neville, Seamus, and Dean standing in the dust with confused expressions on their faces was the fact that Draco Malfoy knew how to cook and he was an excellent cook. Which was why they – the Gryffindor boys ended up eating breakfast at six in the morning in the kitchen, surrounded by House-elves. The only thing that had shocked Harry so far was the fact Dobby seemed genuinely pleased to see Draco.
"I can't believe he likes you," said Harry once Draco had sat down next to him.
"This is really, really good," said Seamus shoveling food into his mouth. Draco only looked amused, before turning to Harry, "Who?" he asked.
"Dobby," said Harry, gesturing toward Draco's former House-elf.
"Oh, him," said Draco pausing in the act of spearing his bacon. "Well, why wouldn't he? He just didn't like my father because he was a … sadistic bastard when it came to the House-elves. Dobby on the other hand – and this other house-elf Lynx more or less raised me with my nanny. They're the ones – well, Lynx did, who helped me learn how to cook. She was the one who covered for me when I snuck out to take the lessons, and Dobby … well, Dobby's just strange."
"Tell me about it." said Harry dryly, "He broke my arm with his bludger in the second year."
Draco shrugged, and then said, "Anyway, the serious stuff I was trying to tell you about – the whole Order thing's not going very well, is it?"
"No." said Harry, "Not since Dumbledore died … and they won't let any of us join. They won't even let Fred and George join."
"Well, I was thinking," said Draco, "We ought to make a new group."
"A new group for what? Against You-Know-Who?" asked Ron, keenly.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," said Draco impatiently. "His name's Voldemort. V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T. It's French, people. Surely you can speak French?"
They gaped at him.
"It's French?" echoed Ron in unison with Seamus, Dean, and Neville.
"Yes." said Draco, sighing, "You are in serious need of a history lesson. Right …now let's see … about fifty-three years ago, a wizard by the name of Tom Riddle …" Draco explained what Ron and Harry already knew about Tom Riddle, about the Chamber of Secrets and the Horcruxes, and the job he'd eventually gotten. But Draco told them one thing they didn't know, which was that the Death Eaters were at point called the Knights of Walpurgis. Draco admitted that his parents had been Death Eaters, but that he also added that it didn't since they were dead.
"They're dead?" said Seamus and Dean in unison. Neville only stared at Draco in shock.
Something flickered across Draco's face, before it vanished to be replaced with something else, "Yes. They're dead – both of them. I was never actually a Death Eater, though most of the kids of Death Eater parents created a group someone dubbed the Junior Death Eaters, but it was mostly for amusement, nothing really serious, but it became serious after Voldemort found out about it, much to my parents' horror. My parents never actually approved of the group and approved even less that I was considered their leader. So … that's when the whole fiasco in the Sixth Year happened. Then I kind of dropped out of it, and now they all want to kill me because I've more or less betrayed them. Not that I think I betrayed them." said Draco, "Since I never actually said I wanted to join."
Harry shook his head, "It's really strange to hear you actually be serious for once. But you're still telling it like it doesn't exactly matter."
Draco started laughing, "Oh, of course it doesn't matter. I'm with you, aren't I? And even if I did go back to them, I'd die. And it's not like I'd ever go willingly, not when I've grown up with them and thought that they were hypocrites and just … just … just evil."
"Like you?" asked Ron, arching an eyebrow.
"Well…" Draco started to say, but Hermione broke in, saying, "Oh, and this is coming from the boy who claims that enemies are really best friends trying to kill each other?" She stared at Draco with an expression that made a blush burn on his pale cheeks.
"It's true," said Draco, "I mean, really, you spent about as much time with your worst enemy than with your friends. Anyway, want some Yorkshire pudding, Hermione?"
"You called me," said Hermione, "with your really scary mental voice."
Harry turned to stare at Draco, "Oh no, is this one of your whole mind-reader things?"
"I'm not a mind-reader! You can't read people's thoughts! Though, I do hear them, and most of them are highly entertaining. I wish I could see auras though. Imagine the fun!"
"Ah …"
"So," said Draco brightly, "like I said, if we make a group that's completely – or almost completely separate from the whole Order of Phoenix thingy… something they don't really know. If we make this group, forget magic. We're not using magic; we're using the Muggle weapons but changing them with magic. So, it's basically combining both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World's weapons."
"Fine." said Harry, "But what exactly are you planning to do with it? You can't just rely on that combination."
"I think Malfoy could." said Ron, "I've seen what he's done to that car of his. I saw it a while ago. He and that friend of his – Stu, have done more to that car than my dad could in years."
"Of course," said Draco smugly, "it helps to have Stu around. He's the expert in Muggle things, even if he is American … which brings me to the whole first mission if we make a group … We have to go to America and kidnap Stu's little brother who's an expert … he's a computer engineer."
"Right," said Ron, "we do that and just to irritate You-Know-Who we call ourselves the Knights of Walpurgis."
"That's actually a great idea," said Draco.
"You're not serious!" said Ron
"Well, it'd be annoying to Voldemort, it'd be taunting him and the Ministry of Magic … Dumbledore's Army could also be a name for it, still … if I can get the entire group together again." said Harry thoughtfully, "But I don't exactly want to mark anyone."
"If we did … can I see your tattoo, Draco?" asked Hermione, "I mean, it's wicked, as Ron would say, and I think that if I could get it to stop hurting and duplicate it …"
Draco had rolled up his left sleeve to show her the dragon tattoo on his arm.
"You're not serious!" said Ron again, "I was joking when I suggested that!"
"Well, if it's against You-Know-You, then I'm in," said Dean.
Neville nodded, but he looked at Draco, "I'm joining, but I still don't trust you."
"What the hell, it's only my mother who'd kill me," said Seamus.
"Great," said Harry, "So, we're really the Knights of Walpurgis."
"Also known as Dumbledore's Army – and actually, having multiple names should confuse everyone. Dumbledore's Army ought to work out the whole out there name." said Draco, "Hermione, stop what you're doing, that tickles."
"Oh, are you ticklish, Malfoy?" asked Ron with an evil grin.
"Oh, no, don't you dare!" yelled Draco, as Ron, Hermione, and Harry turned on him with evil grins.
A/N: Hey, there again (I hope). This is the tenth chapter! Wow, we've gotten through ten chapters, plus the two prologues. Altogether, we've only got… seven left, I think. Then the Epilogue.
Anyway, next chapter, since I won't be putting up a preview for a while… well, an old friend comes back. Of, course, the usual rumors, and Hermione and Draco go shopping!
The shopping is Arwen and Phoenix's forte not mine. Neither is the fashion sense. My idea of fashion is no makeup, shoes, jeans, shirt – these are all black. No color allowed unless it's blue (or pink for some twisted reason of fate… My mother put it in the closet. I screamed bloody murder.) So, anyway, see you next chapter.
Citation/Disclaimer(s)/Reference:
1. "Ours is a forbidden love." – Willow from Buffy
2. The Knights of Walpurgis …The reference for that is an interview with J.K. Rowling.
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Note added on 13 of March on the year of our Lord 2006:
I know, random way of saying the date, but I don't really give a damn. Just for those of you reading this -- and who've read the story prior to this date, all chapters have been edited. Nothing's changed -- except some grammar, a few words dropped or added here and there. I'm still not finished editing so, it may happen again. I'll add another note saying when that happens and what chapters.
Also, any more guesses for Draco's first name? The clue was it begins with an "R"
The second clue is: I mention it in the story more than once.
Check out the profile if you want to see the list of names that have already been guessed. You can guess those names again (it might be there.) or you just submit your own. I'll be telling you Draco's first name sometime before the end of the story. :)
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