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To tame the Weasley Clan

Draco had been expecting the Hogwarts Express, but only found a dingy black steam engine with one car. Nonetheless, he followed the others aboard with his trunk. The inside was much better looking than the outside. It looked like a dining car, with seats of soft, beige suede and pinewood tables. On one end was bathroom and on the other was luggage rack. Behind the food counter was a number of sweets, sandwiches, soups, and drinks. All it needed, he thought, was a house-elf.

"Malfoy, how in hell did you get into the Order?" The had train started as soon as they had boarded. Ron was now sitting between the window and Hermione, Harry beside Hermione. Ginny occupied the other window seat, her hands folded on top of the table. He moved to sit next to her.

"Don't you dare!" Ron's ears were pink.

"Blaise," he sighed, "Honey buns, would you mind protecting Ginny's virtue for me? Pretty please?"

"Draco, I don't need to defend your honor And if you ever call be honey buns again, I'll snap your neck." She pushed him into the booth and he slid next to Ginny. Blaise sat next to him, across from Harry and he saw a flash of surprise flitter across his face which meant Blaise had started her game of footsy…

"I repeat, how in hell did you get into the Order?" Ron's arms were crossed, one of his hands grasping Hermione's almost ferociously.

"Someone recommended me. I agreed. I suggested Blaise. She agreed. We're pretending to date. We're going to join the Death Eaters and become spies." Ron looked dumbfounded. "What, that wasn't simple enough for you to understand."

"No," Ron said through gritted teeth, "I don't understand how Dumbledore could be so moronic as to trust you."

"Well a swift obliviate would have done the trick," Draco joked. Ron didn't seem to think it was funny. "I have my reasons for doing as I do. You don't need to know them."

"Fine." He glanced at Ginny. She was staring out the window, a glassy look to her eyes. He sighed and followed her eyes. They didn't pick any specific point to look at, simply stared and stared without focusing. He moved his hand and grasped hers beneath the table. She stiffened slightly and squeezed back without looking at him. It was nice to hold hands with her. It was almost normal.

The potion had begun to wear off, hints of each person's most salient features shining through the polyjuice mask. Draco had been correct in identifying all of them. Blaise's eyes had been the first to appear, and just after Ginny's freckles popped out on olive-colored skin. Next Harry's scar sprouted across his forehead, Ron's hair turned red, and Draco's hair turned blond. A slight frizzing to Hermione's hair was the last change Draco noted and he took the potion, as they all did after the distraction of their changes had been cleared from their minds.

Hermione excused herself to go to the bathroom. Harry looked slightly relieved when he moved out of the way for her, but Blaise had set her hook in him and was reeling him in slowly with her gaze. Ron excused himself a few minutes later for the bathroom.

"They'll be done in an hour or so," Harry muttered, sitting down after Ron had left. Blaise slid in next to him. Harry looked at her with surprise.

"I'll feel like a dangling end on the other side. Now, let's gossip."

Ginny and Blaise kept conversation going, with Harry or Draco inserted commentary only when it was necessary. A half hour went by before all the gossip Hogwarts had was exhausted. Ginny had still not released his hand.

"Whoa!" Harry had gone stiff and shot up out of his seat shouting, Blaise looked at him, then Draco, then him, her eyes innocently wide.

"What?" she asked, still doe-eyed.

"You – you just–" he glanced over at Ginny. Draco coughed.

"Ginny, we'd better, uh…make sure the toilet hasn't swallowed your brother and his lover."

"No! Don't leave!" Harry protested.

"Yes, don't know what trouble we'll get up to," Blaise said silkily. Harry, realizing he was trapped between the table, the window, the back of the booth, and Blaise, attempted to climb over the table. Blaise grabbed him by the back of his pants.

"We can tell when we're not wanted, Harry." Ginny winked and followed Draco behind the service counter.

"Was that some kind of act to get me alone?" Ginny asked, once there. Draco folded his arms around his legs.

"No, that was just Blaise being Blaise."

"So you weren't joking about that whole turning on thing."

"You should have seen her. It was like she had never seen a boy before." Ginny giggled.

"They're probably making out right now, with her acting like she is."

"Yeah, Blaise is really good at getting what she wants. I suspect she put me after you so that I would stop denying my hormones what they wanted."

"So it's your hormones that sent you running to me?"

"Yeah, they were running from Blaise's whip."

"Hmm…whip…sounds fun." He laughed.

"You're unbelievably the most perfect person in the world." She laughed again and wrapped her arms around him in a hug which he awkwardly returned.

"You don't even know how unbelievable I am."

"I don't?"

"No." She pounced, pushing him to the ground as her lips sought his. He slid his tongue into her mouth. Here was the food, the necessity of life that he had been denying himself. His hands stroked her, seeking the sensitive spots that he had come to know. As the train stormed down the tracks, drawing them closer and closer to London, three happy couples made merry music to the accompanying click-clacks.

By the time Draco and Ginny had finished their snogging session and returned to the booth, Ron and Hermione stood over Blaise and Harry where they lay, sprawled across the seat. Harry's hair was more messy than usual and his cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire.

"What do you two bloody think you're doing?"

"Um…snogging?"

"Do you have any idea what this is going to do to my sister? You know she loves you."

"Uh, Ron? Correction: I used to be enamored. I'm not anymore. Remember my other boyfriends…" Ron whirled around and his expression soften when his eyes met Ginny.

"Well, at least this time it wasn't 'wet' was it, eh, Harry?" Ron teased. Harry's mouth pursed, but it was Blaise that answered.

"We just didn't get far enough for him to get wet." She looked perfectly composed, as if she was applying lipstick. It was Ron's turn to pucker, before he burst out laughing.

"That's not what I meant, but that was good."

"Thanks." She wrapped her hands around Harry from behind. He stiffened and unwrapped them, scooting out of the booth and moving as far away from Blaise as she could. Blaise didn't seem insulted, and pulled out a book to read.

"Besides you were supposed to be keeping an eye on them." He jerked his head towards Draco and Ginny. Ginny looked back, the picture of innocence.

"Why would I need to be watched?"

"We saw you in the library, being all chummy. Don't think we didn't notice when you were using his quill, the quill that he used in every single class before he gave it to you."

"Then you know about us."

"Yes," Hermione said, following Blaise example and searching for a book, "we knew. And believe me those two weren't pleased. But you're happy Gin, I know you are, and as long as you stay happy I'm willing to accept your choice."

"Thanks, Hermione." Ginny smiled warmly at her. Hermione looked up from the book.

"It's not our choice to make about who you date. And even if those two numbskulls don't see that, I do and I'm willing to transfigure them into any animal you'd like." Her voice was even and the threat seemed to vanish in the tone.

"Wait…" Ron had caught it.

"Oh, shut up." And with that she buried her nose in her book.

Harry and Ron settled down to a game of exploding snap, inviting Ginny to play. After a pause, Harry asked Draco to play too, and before long Hermione and Blaise had abandoned their books and joined in. Amid the war-like pops and snaps of the cards, peace settled over the dingy train to London.

"Oh Arthur, they're coming now! They'll be home soon!"

"Molly…remember what Dumbledore said…"

"Oh yes, Arthur dear."

They watched the train roll in, the only two on the platform save a wrinkly old man who looked like his skin would simply slide off of his bones. He smiled toothlessly and smoothed back the slip of white hair he had left on his plate. Thick smoke filled the air above them as the 6 unfamiliar figures emerged from the train, dragging their trunks behind them. Two carried empty cages, one carried a wicker basket. Not caring who was who, Mrs. Weasley ran to the first one she saw and wrapped her arms around him. It turned out to be Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, I'm so happy you're home! We've missed you terribly." Draco felt uncomfortable wrapped in this comfortable yet unfamiliar woman's arms. Being hugged was a liberty only his mother and Ginny had taken, Ginny more often than his mother. He didn't hug back, but Mrs. Weasley had moved on to hug Blaise, who looked as shocked as he had felt, and then each person as they got off the train.

The train departed as soon as they had all gotten off, and Mr. Weasley led the way through Muggle London. Mrs. Weasley had stopped fussing over them, and Draco was relieved. He knew she did it because she didn't know who they were, but he wasn't used to having some one touch him in an affectionate manner. In fact, Ginny was the only one who touched him affectionately. She probably had learnt it from her mother.

As they entered a more residential section of London, Draco noticed the cars came by less frequently and the streets narrowed. Where there were parking meters there were now trees and large trash cans. Mr. Weasley stopped on a street called Grimmauld Place and Draco watched as he slipped in between numbers 11 and 13, seeming to disappear. It was like crossing the barrier to Platform 9 ¾ but much more unbelievable because he seemed to vanish into thin air without the loud crack of apparition.

"Draco? Where are the going?"

"Into the headquarters, I think. It must be unplottable."

"But how are we going to get in if we can't see it?"

"I don't – wait! The parchment!" He reached into his pocket and withdrew the parchment. Blaise did the same. Written in looping writing, Draco read:

The headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix may be found at Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London. Memorize this and then burn the parchment.

He reread the parchment twice more before setting it on fire with the tip of his wand. Blaise didn't set hers on fire, simply held hers to his and it caught. They threw the parchment into the gutter and he looked at the gap once more.

"You don't see anything do you?"

"Well, the parchment said…" He rethought the message in his head. The headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix may be found at…As soon as he thought the address in his head, the house appeared, pushing out from between number 11 and number 13. The windows were covered in grime that he thought would cloud any light from coming in. The paint was chipped on the door and peeling off of the house, the shingles coming loose and there were gaps where some had fallen. Only the door handle seem to be used; every other aspect of the house's appearance seemed old and decayed. He turned to Blaise who still stood with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Just think about it." Dubiously, she rethought the message and he saw her eyes widen as the building pushed out for her to see.

"Ready?"

"Ready." Everyone else had already pushed through the door. He grasped the serpent shaped handle, holding it for Blaise as he had been taught to do, and stepped into the dark and gloomy hall. Mrs Weasley stood, motioning for them to be quiet and they followed her up the stairs. Decaying and worn, the rug still had patches that hinted at the grandeur it once was. The hallways were dark, lit by serpent shaped candelabra and chandeliers that gave off the dimmest amount of light they could. The house had an eery, dead feeling to it, but at least everything was clean. Along the wall in the upper staircase heads of house-elves were mounted like prizes.

They reached their rooms, two next to each other and one across the hall. Harry and Ron took that room, Hermione and Ginny directly across the hall from them and Blaise and Draco were appointed the room next to Hermione and Ginny. Draco supposed the Slytherins were put together for safety reasons, even if they were members of the opposite sex. Besides, he felt Blaise was more like a sister than anything else. Well, maybe a cousin, which she was, twice removed and by marriage.

The bedroom was much more welcoming than the rest of the house. Decorated in faded green, with silk curtains, bed hangings and comforters. He noticed there was an iron mark singed into the corner of one and the trim on the walls were dotted with little holes that looked like they were from a Billywig. How they had gotten here from Australia, he did not know.

Draco stored his trunk at the foot of his bed and shrugged out of his cloak, putting it and the bottle of polyjuice potion safely within it. Blaise had already set about, unpacking a stack of books for her nightstand and placing different odds and ends around her portion of the room to make it more homey and Blaise-esque. He didn't have anything to do that with; he was an extraordinarily neat person. Such his father's regime had made him. Instead he walked about the room. It was surprisingly impersonal, but he could see stains on the wall where a picture had once been, protecting the wallpaper from fading. There wasn't a fireplace, and the furniture was made of curly maple, speaking the wealth of the previous occupants in extravagant tones. He bent closer to the trim, trailing his finger along the holes, wondering if something would come out and bite.

"Billywig. It took two days to get rid of the infestation." He wasn't aware of Ginny coming in or kneeling down next to him, but she was there, answering his unvoiced question. The potion had worn off and she had changed back to normal; he assumed he had too. "You're probably wondering about the house, and why the halls are so dark and why it looks like it belonged to dark wizards. The easy answer is it did."

"Who did it belong to?" He let her guide him to the bed. Blaise had left.

"The Black family."

"You mean, my mothers?"

"No, to her cousin. You have undoubtedly heard of Sirius Black. He inherited the house after his mother died and when he rejoined the Order, he gave us the house for use as the headquarters. It was ideal, really. It had all the protections of a Dark Wizard's house and we added more. He'll never be able to find this place." Draco knew who she was talking about and was grateful she didn't call him by his name.

"C'mon, I'll give you a tour. But we have to be quiet in the hallways. We don't want to wake anybody up."

"Who would we be waking?" he asked, but Ginny had put her finger to his lips and was walking out the door. He followed her to the next room where he found Blaise chatting animatedly with Hermione about some of the objects they had seen in Muggle London along the way.

"So someone comes by and collects the money and the Muggle government uses the money to pay for things. But they have to pay the workers and so wouldn't it just be better for everyone if they didn't have to pay and so they wouldn't have to spend money on the workers?"

"But the money the meters bring in is more than the workers are paid and so the city makes a profit. It also ensures that people don't stay too long because they don't want to spend too much money and other people get a chance to park."

"But what if you want to stay in London all day? Maybe you have to work, or something. That's a lot of money."

"Well, then they have parking garages and monthly passes…" Hermione continued explaining and Blaise sat paying rapt attention. He knew she had wanted to take Muggle Studies but it would have brought shame to the family if she had. Ginny was grinning.

"Typical Hermione. Well, this is our room, mine and Hermione's that is. This was one of the first to be detoxified. Or I should say dedoxified. They had made a nest in one of the mattresses which we had to throw out. After knocking out all the doxies of course. We sent those to apothecaries for money to buy a new mattress."

The room was decorated in blue and white striped wallpaper with blue comforters and white hangings embroidered with blue flowers. The white was see through and beneath them were curtains of blue satin, with matching curtains closed over the grimy window. The furniture was made of pine and a fire crackled in the hearth. By it were two overstuffed chairs covered in a hardier material in the same shade of blue that was embroidered with white flowers. Above the mantle was a frame holding blue cloth painted with white lines.

"Why have you covered up the painting?"

"We can't take it down and the occupant doesn't like us very much. This was one of the few that had a charm so we couldn't paint over it and so we covered it. You'll see a lot of blank pictures and paintings with cloth over it, just like this. The only one we couldn't alter was the painting of Mrs. Black and so we had to make curtains to hang over her. I expect you'll meet her sometime and she's not a very pleasant person."

He followed her Ron and Harry's room next where Harry and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chess and continually down the hall. It was a big house, thought not a big as Malfoy Manor, with about 12 bedrooms, six of them occupied. At the end of the floor was the bathroom, decorated like a Roman communal bath except for three toilet and sinks (complete with oval, floor-length mirrors) separated from the main bath with curtains of what looked like interwoven willow branches. Across the bathroom, on the opposite side from the toilets were two spacious showers.

"It a bit excessive, isn't it?" Her voice echoed through the room, bouncing off the marble floor and walls.

"A bit, but if this is excessive then the Manor is extremely extravagant." She paused for a moment. He hadn't mentioned his home to her before.

"What's it like?"

"The manor?"

"Yes, tell me about your home."

"Malfoy Manor is not my home. It's a beautiful house. A beautiful house filled with beautiful things and protected by enchantments and secret passages. A beautiful house where my family history and my future collide and merge and grandeur to a degree that's almost disgusting. A beautiful house with the atmosphere of a tomb." She placed her hand in his.

"Then let's make it a home, Draco." He turned to face her, grasping her other hand as he did.

"You'd be willing to do that." She smiled.

"I refuse to have my child raised in a tomb."

"Our child," he corrected.

"Yes," she said, pulling his hand to rest on her slightly swollen stomach, "Our child."

Ron and Hermione watched from behind the woven curtain in one of the toilet cubicles where they had gone fore some…privacy. The curtain not only screened them from view, but the silencing spell Hermione and placed on the cubicle kept their argument from being heard.

"Just think about it! Their kids will all be skinny beanpoles with awful pink hair running around and demanding sweets and I'll have to be 'Uncle Ron' to the little pink monsters and –" Hermione placed a soothing hand on his arm.

"At least she's happy."

"She's pregnant!"

"But look at her." She turned him to face Draco and Ginny. Ginny had taken Draco's hand and tugged it over to her rounding middle and he smiled with the enthusiasm of a house-elf who's just been praised. Ron scuffed his shoe into the floor.

"I guess she's happy."

"Good boy."

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Thanks so much for your patience. I know it's been an extremely long time since I've updated (long for me anyways) but the extenuating circumstance called writers block is to blame. Luckily, I am past that and have presented you with oodles of Draco/Ginny goodness with some Blaise/Harry for good measure. And now you know who was watching in the library, so stop pestering. Well, no. I like being pestered, lol.

This chapter came together in bits and pieces but it seems to flow together well so I'm happy.

Adie: Lol, I think the difference between Draco's lack of tact and Harry's is that Draco can be charming when he wants and Harry is charming by accident. And your shadow wish was my command.

Ennui: Thanks for your compliments. I wasn't sure if the eel description fit well, but it was a very Blaise-like description, or so I thought, and I'm happy you agree.

hippogriff11: Thanks!

Ms K: I tried to write fast, thanks so much for the lovely long review. I guess Draco is a bit fluffy, but Canon Draco pisses me off, or at least he did in OotP. Imagine, I was reading Cassandra Claire and then I went and read OotP. It was quite a drastic change, almost shocking. I agree with LeatherPants!Draco, maybe I'll find some way for him to wear them. Maybe leather riding breeches will have to do, lol. Personally I prefer Draco sans leather pants but…lol. I hadn't thought about the Occlumency thing. I guess he does know, especially with Harry making his comment, but maybe, being Dumbledore he knows it doesn't matter or thinks the Ginny will be protected at the headquarters, which she will be.

Washi: There will be much angst in upcoming chapters. Well, actually I can't promise that but I also don't know how the others will react. I suppose we'll all have to wait and see, myself included. I'll just go wherever the wind blows me, or wherever pokes and prods from reviewers take me.

Leeta: I'm sorry for any of the confusion, I know my style of writing is a bit confusing at points. I intend to go back and tighten everything up once this fic is done. Maybe you could point out a few places? If you could, I'd be very grateful. Thanks for reviewing.

Reviews make my little light shine. The more reviews the bigger the light. Let light shine down from me. Wait…that was incredibly corny. Ho hum.