"Forget it."

"Malfoy it's the only-,"

"I said I'm not doing it!" he hissed back, sipping on his tea and wincing as the hot liquid burned his tongue.

Fred laced his fingers together and glanced at George, who too seemed short of willpower to try and coerce the Slytherin. Harry had dark circles under his eyes; he and Ginny had been having a couple of rows lately. All three men then shifted their gazes towards the pale man staring at the floor ahead of him like a stubborn child.

"They won't consider you without you consenting." Harry began again, trying a different angle.

"Then I guess I will just have to live with the disappointment of not being able to join your cool little club Potter!" Draco spat.

"We need you." George said, the pained expression on his face giving away how hard it was for him to admit that to the proud Malfoy.

Draco didn't seem surprised at this revelation. "I knew that, what do you think gave me the guts to knock on your front door three weeks ago? I'm not letting some crazed old man sift through my brain for a few hours, you have to trust my word that I'm not a spy."

"Your word isn't good enough." Harry groaned.

The Malfoy snorted. "It'll have to be Potter, because there is no way I will allow my memories to be filed threw like a forgotten office in the Ministry."

Three Days Later:

"I hate all of you." Draco fumed from where he sat in front of Mad-Eye, glaring at Fred, George, Charlie, and Harry. "Every last one of you."

"Comforting." Growled Moody, his magical eye never swiveling away from the Malfoy's forehead. "Now stop complaining like the little girl you are and let me get this over with."

"How long is it going to take Mad-Eye?" Fred asked, mildly curious.

"I don't have the time to sort through each individual thought and memory, I just need to know that there's no evil intent." The old scarred Auror said, half invested in the response. "Are you ready Malfoy?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, don't mess anything up in there." Quipped the sharp tongued Slytherin.

Draco gritted his teeth as he felt an alien presence enter his mind and start burrowing through the recent occurrences. All the fresh pain he'd stuffed inside the recesses of his brain were dragged to the surface and examined in close perspective.

Most of the memories were discarded as soon as they were found but Mad-Eye found one particular scene and stuck with it. The image of him doing nothing as Luna was dragged away by Voldemort and Snape, he felt disgust echo through Moody's presence. Next came the orders he had been given to drug her, the look of terror that had been in her eyes as he calmly pleaded with her to understand.

Fred watched with fascination from the outside of the telepathic connection. Mad-Eye's facial expression hadn't changed at all, his years of skill and practice had allowed him to give nothing away through careless emotion. Draco however, well, the Malfoy boy wasn't so fortunate.

Every new memory that was dredged up from his brain played out like layers of paint being splashed across a canvas. He squirmed, twitched, grimaced, and his lips curled back in an almost fierce growl. The pale man's eyes had squeezed shut and he seemed to be cowering away subconsciously from the Auror inspecting his thoughts. Charlie seemed torn between stopping the interrogation and watching, taking steps forward, then back repeatedly while Harry looked on, curious.

Draco didn't want to do this anymore. He didn't want any of this. He shook his head from side to side furiously as Luna's green eyes kept re-opening and closing in front of his face. Moody replayed the memory over and over again, gazing at Malfoy's wife with astute rapture.

The four boys jumped as Mad-Eye lurched away from the spot he'd been rooted in for a fair amount of time. Charlie rushed forward to assist the older wizard but was waved away with a stern glare from the aged, scared face.

"You should know better by now Charlie, I won't be taking help from the likes of anyone." He stated gruffly, straightening his posture and focusing his attention onto Draco, who hadn't moved from his chair.

Malfoy shivered from an unseen cold as a bead of sweat trickled down his back. He raised his gray eyes first to Fred, who was closest, then to Charlie, lingering briefly on Mad-Eye, hardly seeing George, and resting on Harry.

There was a connection, it was evident in the eyes but those final moments in the library had been so jumbled that he hadn't noticed anything or heard anyone. Just the blood pounding in his ears and the shock clawing his chest open like Snape had butchered Weasley in their courtyard.

"You saw her eyes Malfoy." Mad-Eye spoke, seeing the bewildered emotion on the wizard's face as he looked at Potter. "Are those not the same eyes that are in that boy's head?"

Draco cleared his throat, rubbing his forehead. "I didn't know they were going to do that to her. I would've stopped it, I would've fought it-,"

"What are you talking about?" Harry interrupted, worrying for a moment that Malfoy's mind had somehow gone during the occlemens session.

Draco only now seemed to notice them and the look on his face told them that he had said more than he had meant to with mixed company present. Mad-Eye was still looking at his face keenly however and with a sip of his hip flask waved Potter's question away.

"He's woozy from the session, I wasn't exactly gentle with the delicate flower's mind." The Auror growled. Draco let the surprise sink to take the place of relief as he slumped a bit in his chair. Moody's magical eye seemed to see right through him as the wizard said something to the four boys who all nodded, turning and shuffling out of the room, closing the door with a small click.

Silence reigned.

"I didn't need you to help me. In fact I'd rather you just refused-,"

"You're in." Mad-Eye interrupted.

"I know you lot all hate me- wait, what?" Draco gaped at him. Mad-Eye took another swig from his hip flask and started limping towards the door.

"I mean what I say and I say what I mean Malfoy, don't irritate me." Stated the wizard. "Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix. I'll hold a meeting for the official ceremony." He reached for the door handle but stopped, turning his head towards Draco again. "You'll have to tell them sooner or later what you did boy."

"I don't think I'll be taking advice from a man who likes to rummage around other people's brains." Quipped Malfoy.

"That's not advice, that's an order." Growled the Auror. "Your information is invaluable, but your attitude and brains are not. If you want her back you have to help us, starting with what you know. Now go back to the Burrow and get some rest, you've got yourself a big day tomorrow." And with that he opened the door and limped away.

Draco stood, realizing how sore his back muscles were from tensing up the entire time the interrogation had been going on. He stretched hesitantly before following the rest out the way they came, nearly running into his not so favorite (and fairly pregnant) cousin, Nymphadora.

She seemed truly surprised to find him there and she stepped aside to let him pass. "I thought you left with the other boys, they had gone into the library to give the map copies to Remus." She murmured, almost to herself.

"Map copies?" Draco inquired, turning his eyes to the hallway that led to the library. He had only been in Grimmauld place once before and that was when the Death Eaters had by accident found passage into it as Granger disapparated, landing them right in the living room.

The Malfoy family had gone to see the house; Bellatrix had come as well, all the while talking about how marvelous It would be if she could burn the damned thing to the ground.

By then it had been mostly stripped bare of all its valuables, paintings and other items worth any hefty sum had been carted out immediately. Draco saw that there were strangely vacant areas located randomly all over the house, and he knew that this was from the Death Eater's raids. The house belonged to Potter only because the blood traitor Sirius Black had died and specifically asked for it to be left to him, but if they were going by blood, this mansion might very well have been property of the Malfoy fortune.

"Yes, the map copies." She said impatiently, shooing him with her hands. "Molly will probably be wondering where you are however and I wouldn't want to keep her waiting. She get's rather testy when people show up late to her dinners, and I'd be extra good if I were you seeing as she definitely doesn't like you."

Malfoy was too weary to formulate a quick retort and so he settled for a brooding glare as he stepped away from her, heading to the living room where it would be safer to disapparate.

Grimmauld Place abruptly ended and the backyard of the Burrow began as he felt the damp grass underneath his feet, wetting the bottoms of his trousers. Dusk was upon them, the clouds covering the darkening sky but revealing a bit of the fading sun. Wealsey's grave was visible a ways off, the flowers Mrs. Weasley had put on it this morning were knocked over and Draco was suddenly taken with an urge to go and set them right again.

He ignored this impulse and quickened his pace across the lawn, stopping at the door as he looked through the window and saw a rather heated discussion going on between several of the Weasleys. He took a deep breath and entered.

"-they won't let you in! You're too young!"

"You were younger than us when you joined!" Fred retorted.

"It was more serious then!" Mrs. Weasley countered, her face growing irritated.

"More serious? More serious?" the twin's voice rose an octave in disbelief. "Mum, Ron is dead, Hermione and Luna are gone. What was more serious back then?"

His mother slammed her fist down on the table in an act of finality. "NO! I won't lose another child."

Fred looked as if he was gearing up for a rebuttal when Draco cleared his throat, bringing both parties' attention to him. The red-headed man stood, looking anxious. "What did he say?" he asked eagerly.

"You got your wish," Draco said stiffly. "I'm worthy to join you stupid club."

Upon hearing this Mrs. Weasley stood and left the room, walking down the hallway where a loud slam could be heard as she retired to her room for the night, leaving the boys alone in the kitchen.

Fred rubbed the back of his neck, shoving one hand in his pocket. "My cousin… she said something about map copies?" Draco asked, remembering Tonks's words at Grimmauld Place.

"Hm? Oh, we've been working on a magic map that let you navigate through anywhere. But I suppose we don't really need it now that you're on our side now do we?" the twin replied simply, leaning back against the wall.

Draco eyed him, remembering Mad-Eye's words: 'You'll have to tell them sooner or later what you did boy'.

"I suppose you won't." he murmured, walking past the Wealsey to the living room where the couch was waiting to be slept on.