This story is no longer on hold! Rejoice! Thanx to all of my reviewers! Also, from now on the fic will be Normal POV since there are two of them now and I don't want to alternate. Now, on to the beloved fic!
Last Time on LCBD:
"Why did you come?" I asked gently. She stopped crying and looked straight at me.
"I wanted to see if it was true. That I wasn't bloody mental. I, I will not ruin more lives. If your are innocent, which you are, I will prove it. However, we're going to have to find your father. He will be put to justice." She said boldly. I blinked.
"My father? But he has been cleared, and besides how do you even know where to-"
"You are going to help me." She smiled a small smile.
"What?" I stared at her in disbelief. She smirked mysteriously.
"I am breaking you out of Azkaban."
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"What?!" Draco almost laughed at the thought. How was she going to break him out of Azkaban when so many other clever and dangerous Death-Eaters failed? "Don't be a fool Weasley." She just smiled wider.
"Don't underestimate me Malfoy. Now, be quiet and watch." She took a wand out of her robes and muttered a complex spell. Draco recalled hearing it once but couldn't quite remember what it was. After a few moments of waiting nothing happened.
"Good, now let's go." She tugged on his arm and got him up with much effort, Draco tore it away instantly.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ginny sighed; she looked slightly worn out.
"That was the illusion spell. All of the living things in this building will be fooled into thinking we're in here, talking while we can safely get out. I spent years trying to learn it. Well come on; don't just sit there! We only have a few minutes." Draco nodded dumbly and followed her out of the cell and past the guard. She kept shivering all the way from the Advanced Guarding Facility until they got out of the looming structure. He was surprised at the ease with which they got out of the prison. The little Weaselette must've really thought this through…
She surprised him once again by pulling a tiny broomstick out of her pocket and muttering an enlargement charm. The small piece of wood instantly grew into a Nimbus 2000. Such an old model, not surprisingly. She's a Weasley after all…The said redhead looked at it slightly apprehensively.
"What is it?" Draco hissed. This was no time for nervousness. She just broke him out of prison for Merlin's sake! She bit her lip.
"Well, erm…I don't really know how to fly it, I mean, I do but…not fast enough…" He looked at her with round eyes while distant screaming erupted from inside. The spell must've worn off. Draco scoffed and got on the broomstick.
"Well, you coming or what?" Ginny looked at him suspiciously.
"How can I know to trust you?"
"Well, you don't actually." He drawled. "But it's either me or a dozen Dementors, the choice is yours." She didn't need a lot of time to think about it. So, gritting her teeth she settled behind Draco, squeezing the life out of his waist.
"If you try anything Malfoy I will throw you off, I swear!" Draco didn't bother to dignify that with a reply and kicked off the ground, delighted in the feel of the wind. He hasn't flown for six months and has thought of it endlessly in the cell. And this, flying away from seething Dementors and screaming Aurors, leaving Azkaban far behind, was even more exhilarating than Quidditch.
"So, where to know?" Draco asked lightly, as if trying to make conversation. Ginny stiffened behind him.
"I was hoping you knew." Came the muffled reply. Draco almost stopped in midair. Perhaps she wasn't as clever as I thought. Sensing his reply, Ginny continued. "We have to find Lucius Malfoy right? We should go to your house then."
"Weasley, my father isn't stupid. After the defeat of Voldemort it was just a matter of time before he would've been convicted. He is hiding somewhere." A look on enlightenment came upon his face. "And I know just the place to find out where."
"But he was cleared of all charges!" exclaimed Ginny. Why hide if there was no one out to look for him?
"Of course he was. But not for long since I'm sure Dumbledore would want all Death Eaters locked up. Sooner or later he'll slip up. He's only human after all…or close to it I suppose." Ginny chuckled quietly but remained silent and they continued on flying.
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It wasn't long till they reached shore. It was a port in muggle London. Draco smirked knowingly. This was going to be fun. Ginny looked around, shoving the resized Nimbus back into her pocket.
"Are we going to Diagon Alley?" she asked tentatively.
"Why yes of course, why shouldn't we go someplace where there are hundreds of experienced witches and wizards that know I'm an imprisoned villain?" He muttered sarcastically. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"I knew that." It was then that she took a moment to look at him. She's never really noticed him at Hogwarts, since he preferred to bother her brother instead, and his features were concealed by shadows in his cell in Azkaban, but now…Ginny was quite surprised at how much he had grown up. He was tall yes, almost as tall as Ron but one could only dream of comparing. Even now, with him being all shaggy and greasy with bloody robes and…other substances she didn't dare to place he looked stunning. Ginny supposed he always was but her brother's complaints and well, his last name blinded all that. And now he was smirking at her, hair windswept and silver eyes utterly fascinating, it took all her willpower to snap out of it and focus at the task at hand. "Well, where are we going then?"
"Oh, you'll see." He started walking and Ginny had no choice but to follow him. About twenty minutes after the painful silence Draco entered a small pub, hidden between two large boat-supply stores. There were very few people in there, most of them drinking alcohol silently and others talking drunkenly and leering Ginny. She came closer to Draco, not exactly fond of the stares while he walked up to the bar and sneered at the bartender. The man squinted slightly, through the dim lighting of the pub and his roughly shaven face shown in realization. He grinned widely, showing off two rows of golden teeth.
"Well, well, what do ya know. Is been quite a while, has'n it Malfoy, you ole' bugger? Was it a hobby in the ole' prison?" he said gruffly. Draco lips quirked up, not exactly in a smile but he looked amused none the less.
"Indeed it has. Always good to see you Floyd. Now, I'll need to get in the back room." Ginny blinked at him, but he either didn't notice or didn't bother to reply. 'Floyd' shook his head with a stupid grin on his face.
"You know tha drill Malfoy, there ain't no getting in without a password or some convincin' amount o' cash. Which, you don' have I s'pose? Been goin' downhill 'round here without your financial help eh?" Ginny looked at Floyd with suspicion. Didn't he even care that the man in front of him was arrested for murder?
"Ah, but I have a new…'employee' for them you see." He waved towards Ginny and his eyes told her not to say a word. Floyd's eyes racked over her body and she felt uncomfortable but stood her ground.
"Aye, not bad. Well, I guess I can let ya in jus' this once." Floyd grinned again and led them to the back door, muttering something. "You're free ta go in. Have fun Malfoy." Draco didn't reply and opened the door, pushing Ginny in. She almost yelped out of surprise. There, right in front of her was a huge sign and in flashing curly letters it read:
~Wendellyn's Wenches~
We satisfy while you provide
Dozens of women in revealing outfits, and some even without passed by while men swooned and demanded dances while loud cheesy music ran through the niche. Only a few lamps that emitted a red light lighted the room and small stages with fireman poles were stationed all around. Creatures of all races sat on black couches, enjoying the pleasurable company. Ginny turned up her nose in disgust while a smiling blonde led a man into a secluded room to do god knows what.
"You took me to a whorehouse?!" Ginny hissed, shaking with fury. "And this is going to help us how?"
"Actually, wprefer the term 'brothel', if you don't mind deary." They both turned to a tall, skinny woman wearing small pink top and red leather pants. She had curly brown hair cut just below her ears, brushed to one side, covering her left eye. She was smoking a cigarette in one hand and supporting her back with the other, why, Ginny did not know. The woman sniffed and turned to Draco, black eyes widening.
"Draco! How did you get out of that dreadful place? It's simply marvelous to see you!" she spoke in a croaky voice and kissed him on both cheeks.
"How are things Wendellyn? I see not a lot has changed." Draco said calmly. It would do him no good to seem anxious and let his face show the nervousness he was experiencing, even though thoughts of beefy Aurors and Dementors still haunted him. "So sorry I had to miss your 60th birthday." Ginny did a double take. 60th birthday? Why, the woman doesn't look a day over twenty!
"Oh, never mind that. It does no good for a woman to be reminded of her real age. Now, I'm sure this isn't a friendly visit, what is it that you want?"
"How perceptive of you. I wish to speak to Pansy if you don't mind." Ginny's eyes widened. Pansy Parkinson?
"Oh yes, yes of course. You were always her favorite. It's a delight to have you back." She smiled thinly and headed towards the back.
"Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny voiced her question. Draco looked at her bemusedly.
"What other Pansy's are there worth knowing?" Ginny opened her mouth to reply but was halted by a loud screeching sound.
"Draaaaaaaakie!" Ginny observed Pansy in wonder. The once skinny girl that used to swoon over Malfoy had turned into a busy bimbo, with ridiculously overdone make up. Her impossibly long blonde hair covered her topless chest and she was wearing something resembling a sparkling scarf around her hips. Ginny mortifyingly recognized her as the blonde from earlier. The former 'Slytherslut' as she was used to calling her in the Gryffindor common room licked her lips while twirling a lock of her hair.
"I just knew you'd get out of Azkaban soon! And I do hope I am the first one you're visiting. And, who is this?" She made a smacking sound with her lips, looking at Ginny with distaste, without any recognition whatsoever. Draco looked indifferent and refused to give into the temptation or rolling his eyes.
"She's nobody, anyway, enough with pleasantries if you don't mind Pansy. Are you still running your 'undercover' operation?" He asked, eyes flashing.
"Please! That was taking over all of my free time-"
"That's hogwash! You know I needed it!" Draco said angrily. Pansy stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
"You didn't let me finish, tootsie. I gave it over to Graham-"
"Pritchard?!"
"Who else? But darling, he's been doing a great job with it and-"
"You're shagging him." Draco shook his head, this time actually rolling his eyes while Ginny looked on with amusement. Pansy put her hands on her hips, perhaps to prevent the scarf from falling? Ginny mused.
"You have a tendency to jump to conclusions Draco. I am, but that's beside the point. That job was my hobby."
"Apparently, humping everything in sight is your real calling." Said Draco scathingly. "Whatever, where is he?" Pansy thought for a moment and smiled, pointing to a solitary corner where a black haired girl was sliding up and down a pole. A man was sitting right in front of her, shoving money down her knickers. Draco raised an eyebrow and headed over there while Ginny, tired as she was of following him around, went after him silently.
"I have some clothes in my room honeybunch! I think you ought to change! Those robes are positively filthy!" Pansy yelled after them.
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And that's a wrap! I expect a lot of reviews! Future chapters will be angstier, I promise, and I know the 'escape' wasn't that well planned but I didn't want to waste time on that. Snogging will probably start around chapter 6 or 7. Violence will probably begin around chappy 7 too. And next chapter: striptease galore!