Chapter Thirty-seven

Unraveled

It had been over an hour since Draco had walked out of the bar, his head buzzing with the amount of muggle alcohol he'd consumed.

Not in anyway interested in splinching himself in a dumb-witted attempt to apparate, Draco decided to clear his head a bit and walk to the nearest floo network.

He needed a clear head before he got back to the Manor, He didn't want to deal with Ginny on any other circumstances. The possibility that she might be awake was enough to ensure that he would be downing the vial of sobering potion in his pocket very soon…just not yet.

This temporary dull he needed right now.

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"Come in." called Minerva, in response to the discreet knock on her office door.

Lowering her quill she carefully eyed her visitor as she motioned for her to take a seat.

"Professor," nodded the raven haired beauty, as she coolly slid into a seat across from her.

"You presented a plan, to Harry for the intended Manor ambush, did you not?"

"I did."

"Elaborate on your theory."

Blaise did as asked, her husky voice drawing in on her personal store of convincing charm as she began to justify her theoretical plan.

"The Dark Lord, is, shall we say a very sure of himself. Strange as that may sound, one only has to look into past history to confirm that he doesn't believe in the concept of something he planned going wrong, because of which he does not investigate into possible problems. Notice his incident with the Potter's, and even if you do claim that to be ignorance, notice that of his horcrux's….he is now down to one…Nagini the snake…he began with seven that means he has been ruthlessly over-confident six times now…"

She paused slightly for effect, allowing her words to penetrate, before pushing forward, "While I will admit he might be a bit more cautious now it is insulting to him to stress over details. We want to penetrate Manor security…and yes I am aware Draco has already found a loophole, we still will need every advantage we can get. Draco is one of the most trusted members of the fold, his mask need not come off till much later in the fight, in the mean time though, we can use him as a double ended sword. Draco is the only person on the inside who can insure that the plan goes accordingly, especially regarding the "possibility" Severus mentioned, the only person who has any chance of pulling it off perfectly. However as a result Draco will be on the inside not the outside, meaning he won't join the fight till much later. But that doesn't mean we can't use that, not all the Death-Eaters have the same level of information, when the fighting breaks out, most of the Death-Eater's will go out of the way not to hurt Draco, not to mention will not expect to be taken down by him, or his likeliness."

McGonagall nodded understanding, "And this I presume is where Lavair comes in?"

"Exactly, while I'm sure there are anti-concealment charms I doubt, that he has given similar consideration to muggle disguises."

"If we use Lavair as a distraction, then we may well get an edge, not much of one, but an edge all the same, if he works it properly he can probably take out at least three of the inner circle before he is caught. However it's a suicide mission."

"Possibly, but to be rational his death won't hurt us either, because it shall be obvious once they get a close look that he isn't Draco, so Draco will still have his cover. We are in a war, Minerva, the end justifies the means…doesn't it?"

Tawny, cat –eyes carefully looked over the once comparatively naive student carefully outlining a suicide mission with cool crisp logic that shook her. Guerilla warfare tactics, suicide missions, and mass murder….. the end had better justify the means.

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It was past two in the morning when Draco finally came back home.

Shooting down a vial of sobering potion as he went to step into the his shower, Draco shook his head at the irony that it was now after exactly 20 years of having lived in this manor, his chose now to call it home.

Now when he would soon be losing it, even if he did survive the war, a thought which in itself was highly unlikely, he didn't want to keep the Manor, to many memories littered to grounds of his family abode.

Draco stepped out of the shower, deftly wrapping a monogrammed towel low on his waist as he strode into his suite.

His stride faltered for a spilt second before he, addressed the tussled red-head sitting primly on the corner of his bed. "You're not asleep."

"I heard you come in." she muttered her gaze riveting from the classic lines of his face down the broad expanse of his shoulders to rest finally on the precariously perched towel. "Long day?" she asked dragging her gaze up to meet his.

Draco, conscious of her gaze which was about to leave burn marks on his backside, deliberately swapped his towel for beige slacks in record time. Despite which he was unable to control the flitting smirk that teased his mouth. So she was burning to, eh? Good to know.

As he turned he allowed the picture form in front of him, dressed in a short night dress barely covering her thighs, Ginny Weasley was glorious, titan hair tumbled like rumpled silk fell from her shoulders to hover over her now heavy breasts, as if to draw attention to their now fuller shape. Eyes, more the color of old honey than brown, bore into his own, demanding acknowledgement.

"I'm glad you're up," he drawled, causing her to lift a curious brow in question, but nothing else. "I need to talk to you."

"I'm listening."

Carefully teaming a black turtle neck with his beige slacks he first frowned, once again glancing at the short and thin night wear she wore, it was mid-December for crying out loud! "Aren't you cold?"

Ginny waved her hand dismissively, as if the question was absurd, "I've been feeling a bit hot lately." She added in way of explanation.

Draco lifted his brows, but docilely bit his tongue on any quip that had dared cross his mind. Instead he decided to explain to her about Severus's theory.

"The mission has had a possible break-through…

……we think…well……it's possible that if we are right..then…"

Ginny frowned at the self monologue Draco proceeded to continue, before delicately breaking in, "Draco, I'm not understanding a thing."

Exasperated at his own lack of articulation, Draco motioned for her to notice as he carefully executed the intricate wrist movement he had learned for the particular spell, watching as Ginny lit up like a box of Christmas lights at the soft baby pink glow that radiated around her well rounded stomach.

"It's a she…we already know that Draco, but…" she cut off suddenly as Draco repeated the spell on the opposite side of her stomach.

The dim glow was blue…

…..a soft sky blue….

Oh, Merlin, did that mean?...

"Twins." Draco supplied succinctly.

A/N: Hey lol sorry but i'm in a bit of a rush finished the chap on a whim actually i have a pyschology prac i'm supposed to be preparing for...urgh...neway i just wanted to say thank you to all my reviewers, i had either tym to finish the chap or reply to the reviews so i figured u'd prefer this..hehe...PLZ do review though!! I'm thinking maybe 5 more chapters...then FTS shud wrap up...come on ppl it's coming to a close if u lyk it do tell!!

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