Wow, I'm on a roll. A chapter a day. Which means this fic ought to be over in *counts on fingers* five days. Weird, really. Ok, here goes. And I'm beginning to realize my Blaise is really…. Dramatic. It's weird. Oh!

I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, IM JUST USING THEM…. ALL HAIL THE GENIUS OF J.K. ROWLING.

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Chapter 5

Return

The election is tomorrow. Draco has yet to call me and he hasn't answered any of the *cough* thirty owls *cough* that I sent. He's avoiding me and it's starting to piss me off. When I see him I'm going to punch him. Hard. In the face. I get the feeling it will be strangely satisfying. Anyway, I'm off topic again.

I don't want him to win the election. Voldemort doesn't need another reason to try to kill him, but if he loses I get the feeling he'll want to. And it's also very hard for the Minister of Magic to disappear. Neigh impossible.

Of course, Draco is master of the impossible and incredibly insane.

I wouldn't vote for him if I had a wand pointed to my head. I won't give Voldemort more power. I couldn't even begin to tell you who he was running against, but I didn't care. I was more worried about the meetings up at Hogwarts and Hermione. Over the past month and a half we had grown closer and closer, and had even spent a few nights together. No, you can't have the details. Life would have been perfect.

Except I'm about to become a death-eater.

Running a hand through my hair, I realized it had gotten a bit shaggy and I needed it cut. Oh well, it would have to wait. I was supposed to meet Hermione for dinner tonight and if I didn't leave now I would be late. I stepped out of the shower and opened the bathroom door.

Draco Malfoy was standing in my living room, a determined look on his face.

"Get dressed, we need to talk."

"What the-" he gave me a look that killed the words in my mouth.

"We need to talk."

"I have plans. Did that cross your mind?" I was still angry at the past months silence.

"Cancel them. Believe me, this is more important." I glared at him and walked to the phone, still dripping everywhere. Dialing, it rang twice and Hermione answered, a cheerful note in her voice.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Luv, it's me. I can't make it."

"Oh, alright." She sounded really disappointed.

"I'm sorry, but Draco showed up and he needs to talk to me. I'll try to call you later. And I promise I'll make it up to you."

"It's alright, just punch him for me, alright?" I laughed, told her I would and that I loved her and hung up.

"Happy, rat bastard?"

"Who the hell was that?" Draco was curious, never a good thing.

"My girlfriend."

"Who is she?" I ignored him and walked into my room to change. "Who is she?" I smiled to myself.

"A Gryffindor." I could hear his yelp of surprise as I shut my door. I pulled on clean black boxers, black slacks, and a black t-shirt. Draco had been wearing the same. Walking back out I grabbed my leather jacket off the back of a chair.

"A Gryffindor? What the hell are you doing with a Gryffindor?"

"Enjoying her company." We walked out the door and down the stairs. I could feel his dirty smirk on my back.

"Enjoying her company, huh? Can I borrow her?" I spun around and punched him in the nose, but not too hard. He cursed and swung back, but missed.

"That's from her." Draco stood there for a second, then started laughing.

"You're dating Lavender!" he kept laughing.

"No, I'm dating Hermione." The blond fell silent. He turned to look at me.

"The mudblood?" my fist swung out and connected with his nose with a loud 'CRACK!'

"Say that again and I'll kill you." Draco held a hand to his heavily bleeding nose, then held them in the air.

"It wasn't meant to be an insult. I was just double-checking." He muttered a few spells, cleaning his shirt and fixing his nose, then turned and continued down the sidewalk. Still fuming, I followed. "And stop pouting. You're impossible to deal with when you're angry."

"I'm not pouting." I know, I sounded juvenile, but I was still angry.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying either." He turned around and gave me a look.

"I know you too well for you to attempt to lie to me." I grumbled. "Come on, I'm hungry."

We ended up in a small café in East London. Draco was chowing, but my appetite was gone.

"Eat, there's nothing better to do."

"You said you needed to talk, now talk."

"This food is too good to ruin." He sipped his wine. "And the wine is too good to spoil. We'll talk after dinner." I sighed.

"And what is with everyone wanting to talk after a meal anyway? It ruins your digestion!" Draco nodded in consent, but kept eating.

"True, but I'm not talking til I'm full." I glared at him, then looked out the window. Ten minutes later he pushed his plate away. "I'm full now."

"Took long enough." He rolled his eyes and his face went blank. It still sent a shiver down my spine, even though I'd seen him do it a million times. Just the total lack of emotion was scary.

"The election is tomorrow. I can already tell you I'm going to win. But I won't let Voldemort have this power."

"But if you win, you have no choice."

"I won't become a pawn." His hand tightened on the fragile wine glass stem and it shattered in his hand. He ignored the blood that started flowing out of his clenched fist. "I'm not giving Voldemort the power to destroy the world."

"How are you going to stop him?"

"I've made my decision, but I won't tell you about it here. My father has ears."

"What about your mother?"

"I've made arrangements. She'll be removed from the Manor sometime tomorrow by someone I've learned to trust. Before the results are announced, I'll be at the Ministry Ball as scheduled. After the announcement, I'll make my speech and port key to a safe house. Follow me so far?" I nodded, still slightly confused.

"But when you disappear, Voldemort will come after me, and you know it."

"No he won't."

"Why not?" Draco reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package wrapped in brown paper. Setting it on the table, he kept his hand over it.

"This is where you make your decision. Pick up the packet and you're with me. Choose not to pick up the packet and I'll just get you to a safe house, but we probably won't see each other again for a long time."

"Draco, what the hell do you mean?"

"I can't tell you here. I can't say it out loud. Yes or no." he took his hand off the packet and stood up, taking a few steps until he was facing away from me behind my chair.

"Where are you going?"

"I have a few things I need to take care of. Everything you need to know is in the packet. And if you open it, you will be bound to follow through. And I'll know. I can't let you betray me. If you choose not to open it, destroy it. Hopefully we'll meet again, Blaise." He walked out of the restaurant. I sat there dumbstruck. What was happening? Time passed but it didn't register in my mind. Finally, I came to my decision.

Reaching over, I picked up the packet and pulled on the string.

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I'd like to take a moment and thank my incredibly cool reviewers. You guys rock! Okay, I'm going to go keep writing after I post, another chap tomorrow if I can. Not sure if I'll have comp access, I never know anymore. *sighs* Oh well. *hugz to reviewers!