Summary: No knows what happened inside that room, no one but Kira Malfoy…the supposed daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy…and the Dark Lord. She's relieved when she is asked to attend Hogwarts away from Him. The Slytherin girl soon learns that there's more to life than being used and re-used when she falls in love with a certain Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor...a Weasley.

DISCLAIMER: No, I don't own Harry Potter. I only own the OC Kira Malfoy and certain plot lines.


Had Fred confused me? Oh, yes. Did I like him? Not...exactly. I'd decided to use him and our new 'friendship' to get into the D.A, to get close to Harry, and to possibly get information from the Order as a bonus. The more I had to report to my father the closer I got to gaining possession of the envelope. I knew I had the option to back out, that was always an option; to just let the D.A. off the hook and keep my hands clean. Though I knew he'd send Death Eaters to find me, I knew a free life was better than that of a pawn.

I heard Fred's voice in my head...Why can't you just be the rebel?

I shook my head to myself...I knew I couldn't do that. I had to get that envelope, and doing what my father wanted was the only way of obtaining it.

So if I was so set on choosing the envelope over running away, why did I hesitate to tell my father what I'd discovered? I tried convincing myself that it was just too soon to make any assumptions, to play it close to the chest until something really happened, but that was just an excuse and I knew it.

Something barred me from writing that letter. If I told my father, he would tell Fudge who would most definitely tell Umbridge straightaway. No, I reasoned. Their little coup d'état couldn't do anything to throw off the Death Eaters, they were irrelevant in the war, harmless. And besides, I was at Hogwarts to observe, not destroy.

There was also the other matter that I had yet to attend to. Had I been sent here just to spy, my mission would have been only too easy. But no, He had deemed it necessary to ask more of me.

No, I had gotten nowhere with my secondary mission. But I kept my eyes and ears peeled, waiting for a clue as to how to pull it off.

I had gone to Snape, and, much to my dismay, he'd refused to give me what I sought.

Why do you need the password to Dumbledore's office? He'd asked.

Why, because I need to talk to him of course.

Until you're willing to tell me the truth, I will tell you nothing. Your father sends his regards, by the way.

Snape hadn't believed me, and with good reason; because it was in fact a lie. But I'd stuck to my lie and refused to tell him the truth.

I hated it, being forced to be His pawn and my father's pawn, and all because they had something I wanted…needed.

I pursed my lips tightly as I thought these things through, I supposed I'd rather be a spy than a…a…rag doll.

I was doing a lab in Herbology and across the large greenhouse over a row of plants I kept glancing at Fred. It was convenient, really, that we had the same schedule, but the adrenaline rush I got from looking at him was not.

I was momentarily distracted from my thoughts when a slight pain shot through my abdomen. Frowning, I placed a hand over my stomach. This felt familiar.


I bit my lip, trying to distract myself from…her. I could feel her black eyes on me, squashing me to the ground.

I knew what she wanted.

Of course Kira was aware that I was aware of her request, and of course she wanted a heads up on the verdict. I—

George punched my arm and muttered quiet enough that no one else could hear, "Don't think so much about it."

I rubbed the pain from my arm where he'd punched it, "You didn't have to smack me."

"Oh, don't be a pansy," he said as if he was swatting a fly. "Look at this." He gestured to the plant fragment in his hand. In the palm of his hand lay what looked like a head of lettuce the size of a Galleon. George poked it gently with the tip of his wand and it opened up and bloomed into what looked like a flower with green petals and a small spiky purple ball in the middle. "Know what this is called?"

I shook my head.

"Pratinus Zelotypus. If you'd been paying attention," George said, "You would have heard old Professor Sprout tell us that the consumption of the venom in this flower turns its consumer's skin green and tongue purple."

My mood brightened exponentially, "Well then, we must give it a test run." I laughed suddenly, "I can see it now…flavored eatable lotion called 'Envious Skin'."

George chuckled with me and shoved the flower in his pocket.

I looked at my twin out of the corner of my eye. Ever since I'd told him how I'd found Kira wondering the corridors coughing up blood in the middle of the night, he'd hardly left my side. He was constantly cracking jokes, constructing pranks; as if he knew I was in need of distraction.

"My dear twin," I remarked with a smirk, feeling the need to lighten the mood further, "I do believe that our prank in Grimmauld Place is now going somewhere."

George cocked his head to the side as he grabbed a handful of miniature lettuce cloves off one of the many bushes lined on the long worktable in the center of the greenhouse. "Which one?"

"The one we played the night before we left for Hogwarts."

"Ha! What makes you say that?"

A smile played on my lips, "Hermione and Ron argue more than ever, which would be a bad sign if it was anyone other than Hermione and Ron. And," I added, "Did you notice how close they were sitting to each other last night? Fan-tastic."

George paused mid-laugh and looked up suddenly, my eyes were drawn to the place where his attention was held across the table.

Kira.

She was bent over slightly with one hand supporting her weight on the table and her other arm hugging her stomach. She heaved slightly and a couple drops of blood dripped from her mouth and trickled onto her chin. She was turned away from the rest of the class, as if she was trying to not let anyone see her struggle. And her eyes…her obsidian eyes were shut tightly, her face twisted distressfully.

"Hey," George called sharply, "Oi, Malfoy!"

I gripped the side of the table, remembering Kira in the hallway. Whatever had been wrong with her, Madam Pomfrey hadn't been able to cure it.

With speed I didn't know I possessed, I thrust myself under the table and slid across the floor toward the Slytherin that had collapsed on the floor.

"Kira," I said firmly, turning her body over and wiping the blood off her chin with my sleeve. Her face was so pale, and the bruises under her eyes had gotten worse since I'd last seen her. She may have even lost more weight.

So fragile.

"F-Fred…" she grabbed my arm and I almost pulled away, her icy cold hand gripped my arm with startling vigor.

"You're freezing! And you're bleeding…again."

Her breath came out short, "I just haven't…been taking my remedial potion."

"Your…what? Let's get you to Madam Pomfrey."

"Don't," she sputtered, her teeth stained with blood. Her grip on my arm tightened, "I…urghh…d-don't bother."

"Dammit Malfoy!" I spit, "Do you place any value on your life?"

She let out a raspy laugh, "What do you think?"

I became conscious of the silence that had suddenly settled on the now gawking students in the greenhouse.

"Move aside, Weasley!" Blaise Zabini came out of nowhere and shoved me aside, looking down at the weak Slytherin.

He looked at me accusingly, "What did you do to her?"

"I didn't-"

"Blaise!" Professor Sprout had joined the action, "There is a time for talk like that, but now is not that time. Come with me while I take Miss Malfoy up to the Hospital wing. The rest of you—class dismissed!"

I moved away from Kira as Professor Sprout picked her off the ground with a levitating charm and rushed out of the greenhouse with Kira's weightless body hovering in front of her.

Blaise looked at me with silent spite for a moment before turning away from me. "Draco's not going to like this." And with that he dashed out of the room after Professor Sprout.

The class's eyes followed Blaise out of the room in silent bewilderment then began to take an advantage of the dismissal.

I felt George put his hand on my shoulder, "Let's go get some butterbeer, we'll find out soon enough what's wrong with her."


The infirmary was dark, save for the single lit candle on a table next to where the blond Slytherin boy sat. He was seated stoically in the chair next to his frail sister's bed. Though her hand was spread out and reachable by her side Draco did not touch her.

He glared resentfully at her stomach where the monstrosity was, contemplating between cutting it out and marching back to London to cut out the heart of the man that put it there. At the rate Kira was going, she wouldn't make it past her first trimester.

"You dunce," he seethed.

Madam Pomfrey had told Draco everything she'd told Kira, and she mentioned that the last time his sister had come to the infirmary she'd given Kira a vitamin potion to keep the baby healthy and told her that as long as she took the potion there would be no more incidents.

Either Kira hadn't been listening to the instructions or she had purposefully neglected them; Draco knew it was the latter.

He looked upon her perfect quiescent face, quite aware of the bedlam behind her mask.

What had father been thinking? Clearly she was more intelligent than Draco, better looking than Draco, perhaps a bit softer than Draco, and still…still father hadn't treated like she deserved to be treated? Perhaps it was true, maybe she wasn't his sister after all.

Their messed up family was going to be the death of her.

Draco grit his teeth and clenched his fists as he stood up, there was nothing he could do to help his sister no matter how much he might want to.

"Thank you for coming to see me, Draco." Her voice came out jagged and remorseful, not at all her usual debonair tone.

Draco paused but didn't turn back to look at her; he couldn't bare the sight of her in the state she was in. "Just…get some sleep, Kira. That's non-negotiable."

Little did he know that as he was showing his self out of the hospital wing a certain Weasley was sneaking himself in.


"What is this?" Kira croaked, freezing me in my tracks.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure Draco was gone, he had looked pissed when he'd left and I didn't want to get caught here by him in that state. And unlike him, I didn't have permission to be out after curfew.

"Let me guess: saving me against my will again must be payback for the poison I sprinkled on your sandwich, right?" She laughed hoarsely to herself, "Because Snape and I were going to apologize about that…"

I let out a breathless laugh as I imagined Snape bent down on one knee trying to apologize to someone, anyone, with dignity, "I think I might like to see that."

"Of course you would."

Kira coughed slightly and sat up to stretch her arms. The blanket that had covered her before fell and I, being a man, couldn't help but look…down?

A maelstrom hit me square in the chest.

Kira froze and her eyes became wide as coconuts. She gasped and hurriedly pulled the blanket back up to her chest…but it was too late.

I'd already seen.