Chapter Thirteen- Tell Me What You Want

AN: This is my first chapter in a while...but I hope you all enjoy it. References within this chapter: The Fox and the Hound, The Bible, The Fugitive, Star Wars and Who Wants To be a Millionaire. If you want to know what any of these references mean if you are unfamiliar with the series' just let us know. No flames please. Random conversations with Anna insipred me for most of this-so funny. I also blame her if there are any errors-picking up bad habits aha. Love you really, Anna :D

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Aisling, Draco and Indigo sat in the Hogwarts library, all were working on long essays they had been set. All were due in the next day.

"We must be the three wise men of procrastination," Indigo said, quietly

"Given that were not old," Draco drawled

"Or wise," added Aisling

"Or religious figures,"

"Or all male,"

"I think not."

Indigo hung his head sadly.

"Fine, I get it you two, bad comparison."

"Well we are procrastinators so that was right." Aisling said with a smile, Indigo nodded

"I was correct about one thing; let's just hope I do better on this essay than my comparisons"

"Yes, let's given your track record with comparisons, Indigo." Draco agreed slyly, Indigo sighed. Defeated.

Half an hour later, none of them was any further on in their essays, Indigo had fallen asleep, and was dangerously close to falling off his chair; and Aisling and Draco had given up on work and were busy playing truths. Of course, the questions were all very innocent (unlike some people's truths games I could mention...*cough*) and they were laughing quietly trying not to wake Indigo.

"Okay, where did you first meet Indigo?"

"School," Aisling, replied, "how many times have Harry and Ron knocked you out or got you into embarrassing situations"

"Many times. About nine I think..." Draco winced, remember many of their less friendly encounters. "What did you think of Solar when you first met him?"

"I thought he was Indigo's pet..." Draco laughed at the thought...but he could imagine Solar as a pet

"Why?"

"Because he was wearing a leash, I guess"

"He was?" Aisling nodded, remembering meeting up with a ten year old Indigo and seeing the very small Solar, who looked more like five than nine, with a bright red leash around his neck and a bone in his mouth. Aisling hasd wanted to ask Max for a pet like Solar after that. Indigo had been very embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Hey!"

"What? Sorry, I mean, pardon?" Ailsing asked, returning from her memories

"What do you want when you're older?"

"What do you mean?" Ailsing asked, slightly confused and caught off-guard by the question "in terms of materialistic things or...what? Career-wise?"

"Everything," Draco shrugged, making an all-encompassing gesture "what kind of life do you want?"

Aisling blinked, but answered after considering it for a few minutes.

"I guess I'd ideally have a good job, nothing to do with the ministry of course. I'd probably have a nice house, a fair amount of money and maybe get married?" she shrugged. "What about you?"

"I'm not sure exactly but I know that I'd like to at least live with someone, if they don't want to get married or whatever, I don't think I want much else" he smiled at her and she thought for a moment

"You've changed so much Draco...are you sure you haven't been substituted by a mad fanfiction author in order to use her OCS and set you up as a good guy?"

"Pah. Fanfiction. Of course not" he laughed (ahaha but the author-ress' knows better of course...)

Aisling sighed, and rested her head in her arms. Draco coughed and looked around him, wondering if he should ask the question he had wanted to for so long.

"Um...Aisling?"

"Yes?" She enquired from under her hair, not bothering to look up.

"Can I ask you something?" Draco felt rather silly talking to her hair but decided it was probably better to ask her while she wasn't looking at him so he couldn't chicken out and end up asking her something stupid.

"Well, we are playing truths, that's the idea"

"No, I mean-"

"And it's your turn"

"It's not a truths question...it's something I've wanted to ask for quite a while now. Is it okay if I ask? If you don't want to answer just say and you don't have to..." Aisling wasn't sure whether to hope or just put it down as one of Draco's normal odd burning questions...the latter no doubt.

"Sure, go ahead." she smiled, looking up at him.

"Well, what happened exactly last year?" Aisling looked stricken, blinked very quickly and looked away.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Well, I want to know what happened with Robbie actually, exactly...before I got there." Ailsing nodded and sighed.

"Okay, here goes"

"Indigo, Solar and I were on the run, like most people at the time. Of course Solar didn't join us until a little later on, but Indie and I were still at school until maybe November-you'll remember the last time I saw you," Draco nodded "Well, Solar joined us in December..."

Indigo was soaking wet and very tired. The forest just went on and on, thick dark trees blocking out any light, which they may have been able to see, were it not for the rain clouds. He and Ailsing had been walking through the downpour for the past two hours, and Indigo was beginning to shiver violently. It had been a month since they had escaped Hogwarts with the aid of Neville Longbottom, through Hogsmeade and away from the castle. Indigo really hoped Neville didn't die so that he could thank him properly for helping them. They had been okay at the school, as they were purebloods, with Solar too until a few weeks before they ran away. Ailsing had always been a favourite of the Deatheaters because of what happened before so they got better treatment than most of the students, even the other purebloods. It wasn't until Ailsing had attacked one of the Deatheaters that they had gotten into trouble. Indigo had tried to stop her but she was unfortunately too strong for him. She'd been punished for that, then of course, Indigo had stuck up for her, and he'd been taught a lesson by them too.

The two of them had been thrown into solitary confinement for two weeks. When they got out, they went to see Solar, and unusually for him, he was worried. Solar was fine as he was but together they tried to work out a way for Indigo and Aisling to escape. Solar talked to Luna, and Luna had spoken to Neville, her boyfriend, he'd shown them the Room of Requirement, and how to get away. The trio had spent the next week planning when to escape and how to get past the guards.

Ailsing went to see Draco before she left, the night before she Indigo planned to make a break for it. He'd been sitting in the library, reading a book about torture.

Ailsing sighed and walked towards him, he looked up when he heard her near him, he smiled vaguely at her and she smiled back.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure" Draco nodded to the chair on the other side of the table he was sitting at, and she slid into the uncomfortable chair, carefully.

"How are you, Draco?" she asked him with interest, it was something she always did. She always asked him how he was. She didn't care that he never asked her, this was Draco and after everything he'd seen and done, he wasn't a bad person. Moreover, he was a boy, they were idiots and he was still her friend-no matter what.

"I'm okay," he replied, thinking about what was going on his life, he wasn't sure that everything as going well but if it meant his father wasn't in Azkaban, he couldn't protest. Draco looked up at her; she looked paler than even she did normally and a lot thinner than she should be. He suddenly remembered he had notseen her for at least three weeks, at the time he hadn't worried, Aisling was a pureblood and therefore safe at the school. A memory of a conversation he'd overheard in the Slytherin common room floated to the front of his mind. She'd been thrown into solitary confinement with her best friend, whathisname. Draco bit his lip

"How are you?" Aisling was stunned by this; god, boys were odd at times. They were nice when you least expected it, or remembered something when you didn't think they would. She shrugged

"Yeah, I'm fine of course I am. You know me...fit as a fiddle- as always" she grinned, but started coughing slightly.

"You sure?" he asked, not entirely convinced of this

"Yeah. Of course. Look, that's not why I came to see you, Draco."

"Oh, well why did you come to see me?" he queried, his voice full of obvious confusion. Usually Ailsing came to chat to him, but maybe she had a reason this time.

"Well, I just wanted to say that you should be careful, Draco."

"Erm...I fail to see what danger I could be in inside the library..."

"That's not what I meant and you know it, Draco"

"What do you mean then? With what exactly must I pay mind to my personal safety?" Aisling frowned

"Draco, when did you become intelligent?" she asked, unashamedly

"Very funny," Draco said darkly "now, what do you mean?" Aisling thought her assessment was rather on the mark but ignored it.

"All of this. And you know what I'm talking about. Think very carefully about what you do." she stood up and moved away from the table. "I hope I see you again." She walked away before waving good-bye to him and disappearing from his life. At least, she thought so.

Ailsing and Indigo had run away in the dead of night, staying in the room of requirement before,come the morning they were able to simply walk straight out of Hogsmeade and away. At that moment Indigo wished they'd just stayed and been beaten, he was not happy that he was soaking wet, and his feet hurt added to that they narrowly escaped some Deatheaters so they'd carried on walking for fear of the Deatheaters catching up with them during the night.

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That night Aisling and Indigo had set up came in a dense part of the forest. It was freezing and their tent was large but a muggle one as that had been the only one they'd been able to 'borrow' from one of the shops they'd passed on their travels. Indigo coughed in the corner, shivering profusely and Aisling dutifully checked his temperature, it was high, as was her own and she had a thumping headache. They were not doing well in a muggle tent and on their own with very little to eat. Ailsing was terrified, Indigo passed out and she could hear movement near to their tent- that had no protection around it.

That was when Solar Lovegood had joined them in their running.

"Ailsing!" Solar exclaimed, as he popped his head through the tent flap, and Ailsing screamed loudly in terror.

"Solar?" Solar clambered into the tent and nodded, he was bone dry. He looked at her for a moment, taking in how thin she looked, the dark circles around her eyes, and how prominent her cheekbones were. He put a hand to her forehead, carefully and sighed.

"You have a fever, Aisling" she nodded

"I know" Solar blinked in surprise

"Then why aren't you sleeping it off or something."

"I have to keep guard, Indigo's ill" she explained, plaintively. Solar turned to Indigo noting that he too, looked incredibly thin and ill, no wonder he had passed out. Solar instructed Aisling to sleep and he set about making hot food and looking after his two best friends.

It was four days before the two friends were well enough to leave and then they had to continue for fear of the Deatheaters tracking them down-even if they weren't exactly fugitives. Unlike Harrison Ford's characters had been-

Solar had left Hogwarts after Luna was taken by the Deatheaters while on the train. Solar had been with her in the carriage, but when they'd heard the Deatheaters on the train the pair had performed invisibly charms...Luna was too slow however and ended up being caught, she'd mouthed at him to escape and that was what Solar had done. He stayed on the train, getting off in Hogsmeade and walking through the town, still invisible. He knew that Indigo and Aisling had left through Hogsmeade, so he'd decided to find them.

The next three months had been spent moving through England and Scotland, then onto Ireland via a ferry ride they had not exactly 'paid' for. In Ireland was where they met Robbie. He was a tall, good-looking boy, with long, black hair. He had very green eyes and a pleasant smile; he too was on the run from the Deatheaters.

"You want to come with us?" Aisling asked in astonishment, Robbie nodded, shrugging.

"Why not?"

"Well, because it's dangerous!" she protested, Robbie laughed,

"But you guys!" Robbie whined, "I can help you out, I'm strong, I know how to live off the land and I'm handy with a wand. I won't slow you down."

"It's not that, Robbie. We just don't want to get you into this, we wouldn't want you to get hurt," Solar told him, somberly

"Hey, I'm already hurt; my parents were killed by that scum-"

"A lot of people have lost family members to the Deatheaters, Robbie. Revenge is not the answer, and revengefueled by anger will only cause you to lose the fight." Aisling was very serious and staring at Robbie, carefully. He grimaced.

"Remember, fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering," Solar told him, taking on an odd accent Robbie didn't recognise.

"I want to pay them back"

"I know," Aisling patted him on the shoulder, which was quite an effort, even though she was tall as it was, "I lost my family to the Deatheaters and I hate them too, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to lose my head and attack them"

"No, you've already done that- and lost" Indigo added, slyly

"Hey!" Aisling growled at him, "that wasn't my- okay, entirely my fault. Okay, fine it was, but I learnt from my mistake" she growled again at the look on Indigo's face "fine, mistake(s)." Robbie laughed, despite himself.

"Okay, but I want to help you guys. I don't want you to get hurt"

Ailsing sighed, giving up and shook his outstretched hand.

"Deal, but no attacking the death eaters"

"Deal"

Robbie was an Irish boy they had saved in Dublin while on the way to Aisling's old house there. They'd spent the next month there, using Max's old contacts to get information and had quite a bit of time checking out the papers and seeing what was happening with the 'dark Lord' and making sure Harry potter and his friends hadn't been captured, because of course that would have been headline news. From what they could find out at the time, they were doing much the same things as Harry.

"Where did you go next?" Draco asked her with interest.

"We went to Mitsburg House actually, Indie's parents were there and we took Robbie back with us. He didn't have anything to his name and no one left to go back to so even though Ireland was safer, because there were not many Deatheaters there. We needed to check on MR and MRS. Larkright. Indigo felt guilty because he'd got into trouble with the Deatheaters and left his parents to fight them off." She sighed, frankly not enjoying the heart to heart very much.

"So, were they okay?"

"Oh, yeah they were fine. Anyway, we stayed there for a little while, we were getting updates from Neville, and the others back at Hogwarts so we knew what was going on. That was all really. We were safe at Mitsburg House so we didn't leave much"

"Well, why did you got to Hogwarts that day then?" Draco asked her, almost angrily. Aisling glared at him, annoyance clearly visible on her pretty face.

"Because Luna told us about the fighting, Robbie was old enough to apperate and we couldn't just let Luna get killed so we went to help. That is why 'Mister-I'm-so-cool-I-was-a-bad-boy-now-I'm-a-goody-two-shoes'." Draco glowered at her for this, but he felt he had to ask.

"Did you check up on me?" Aisling stared at him, what was he on?

"No, you're not the centre of the universe, Malfoy"

"Only yours" he teased, trying to bring a bit of humour back into the conversation. Aisling bit her lip and shook her head.

"Anyway, end of story."

"No, it's not. Tell me the rest, Ais" She almost yelled at him, but thought better of it. "Please" Draco added, staring at her, making his lip quiver slightly.

"I hate you," she whispered, more to herself than anything "Fine, what do you want to know?"

"Feeling's mutual," he assured her, with a smile "About Robbie"

"Well, what more can I tell you?"

"Did you..." Draco blushed slightly as he asked; he did not want to hear he was right "were you and Robbie...going out?" Aisling was not sure what to say, tell the truth but have to tell him the rest or lie?

"Yes..." was her final answer.

"Oh" was all Draco could find to say on the matter, no wonder she'd been so upset...then again if it had been Indigo she probably would have killed him so not much of a difference.

"We got into the fight and, well, I saw you. Nevertheless, you were on the wrong side, even though I had warned you and Robbie knew that you were my friend. He went to help you, Draco." she shook her head, visited by old memories she'd pushed aside for what she hoped a long time. She had been mistaken. "Then you turned on him, Draco." before, then she'd never acknowledged the fact but she couldn't avoid it any longer "you killed him." Draco knew she was right, he had just never quite realised that was who Robbie was. He had denied it in his own mind but he knew Aisling was telling the truth. He'd killed her boyfriend. "You killed him" she was not in the state of mind for conversation anymore.

"I'm sorry, Aisling. I didn't realise that was him."

"And you wondered why I stopped talking to you?"

"Erm...I'm sorry. I couldn't be more-"

"Save it. I can't bear to look at you right now" at that moment Draco thought Aisling look rather dangerous, he briefly wondered if there was a fan directed at her hair because it seemed to be dancing around with a life of it's own. Not a good sign- in his opinion. Especially, when it was Aisling. Yet, male as he was, he just carried on talking and making a bigger mess of things.

"Look, sit down we can-" this time Draco's plea was halted by a fist connecting with his jaw-with incredible force.

"I said save it," snarled Aisling, as she stood over him. He looked up at her with a mix of admiration, confusion and anger. She turned away from him in disgust and stomped off to the Slytherin common room. That or to go and kill something before Draco ended up headless and hanging from a hook on a porch in the outback.

Draco sighed to himself, sitting on the floor where he had been knocked down.

"Damn females- so confusing. PMS much?" he muttered to himself, as he tried to stem the bleeding from his nose and split lip.