Disclaimer: I'm not 38 years old. I don't live in England. I can't spell half the words the English way. I don't have any children. And I'm not married. So I'm obviously not J. K. Rowling. Which means I don't own anything in this story. ::sigh::


Who Opened the Dragon's Heart?

Chapter 2


"Butterbeer and pumpkin juice," Ginny told the Fat Lady rather glumly. Slowly the portrait swung forward and Ginny stepped into the common room. She was automatically hit by the warmth of the huge fireplace, very welcoming after being in the dungeons for so long. There sat Hermione, Harry and Ron. Hermione was cuddling against Harry while he played Ron at Wizards Chess.

"How'd it go?" Ron asked when he saw Ginny. "Did you slap Malfoy at all?"

"No," Ginny said ho-humidly (a/n, no idea if that's a word or how it's spelled, but I think I've heard it before, I think it's without enthusiasm)

"So how long do you have to spend with that Ferret?" Harry asked after making a move in chess, and not a good one at that. His knight was taken, it seemed Harry hadn't gotten any better at Wizards Chess since he started.

"The rest of the year," Ginny mumbled real low so they barely heard.

"How long?" Hermione asked.

"The rest of the bloody school year!" Ginny screamed with a bit of anger.

"WHAT?!" Ron exclaimed. "I don't think so, no sister of mine is spending that much time with a Malfoy! Harry come with me to Dumbledore's office, I need the Head Boy with me so I don't get in trouble. I'm going over there and telling him Ginny can't do this! Malfoy will have her hexed and under so many spells..."

"I'm sure there's more to this what Ginny's saying. So just calm down, Ron," Hermione said. "So what all is it that you have to do, Gin?"

Ginny sighed, Snape never said I couldn't tell anybody. "We have to make Veritaserum and Ementiorserum."

"Wow," came Hermione and Harry's answers. "Those are kind of difficult."

"Emendio whatta?" asked Ron with a rather confused expression.

"Ementiorserum," explained Ginny. "It's sort of like Veritaserum, only it doesn't make people tell the truth, just lies."

Hermione asked the same questioned Malfoy did, "But it doesn't take that much time to make either potion, why will this last the rest of the school year?"

"We have to do everything by ourselves, the research, the buying of the ingredients, and also making it. We're not allowed any help from teachers....or students." She gave Hermione a sad look. "We also have to write a 3 feet report for each potion. True they're letting us have full access to the Restricted Section----

Ron interrupted her, "Wait a second! They're letting Malfoy have full access to the Restricted Section? Do they even know how many Dark Arts books he'll check out?!"

"Ron, I'm sure the Malfoys already have every evil book that's in the Restricted Section," Hermione reminded him.

"True," Ron agreed. "Gin, how is it that you're going to buy all the ingredients for this assignment?" He growled assignment with much contempt.

"Dumbledore or Snape will give us a bit of money and we'll buy the ingredients when we go to Hogsmeade, we're even allowed to go to Diagon Ally one day instead of Hogsmeade to get the rest of the supplies."

"You get to go to Diagon Ally instead of Hogsmeade?" Ron asked with excitement. "Lucky."

"Not really," Ginny reminded him, "I have to spend the whole time with Malfoy, remember?"

"Oh, yeah. There's going to be a teacher with you? Right Ginny? I don't want you going somewhere with Malfoy alone. I don't trust him."

"I can take care of myself, Ron," Ginny said yawning. "Yikes, I'm beat. I think I'm going to head off to bed now. I'll see you all in the morning, m'kay?"

"All right, good night Ginny," came Hermione's answer.

"G'Night Gin," Harry and Ron both said while staring at the chess board.

Slowly Ginny climbed the stairs to the girls' corridors and slid into her dorm room. Gradually Ginny fell into her bed. She didn't bother to change her clothes as she pulled the covers around her. Bring it on, Malfoy. Bring it on, she thought before she drifted off to sleep.

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"Draco," Snape called. "Draco!"

"Hmm? What do you want Professor?" Draco asked from his seat in the Slytherin Common Room. He'd just come back from his last class of the day and was hoping to relax before supper.

"I believe the Headmaster wishes to speak with you in his office. If you'd just come with me."

"Very well," Draco answered climbing out of his seat. It was the most comfortable one in the room and it was known as Draco's. Every now and then he'd have to kick a 1st year out of it, but all of the other students got the picture of whose chair it was.

Snape kept a pretty decent pace walking out of the dungeons. Must be something pretty important, Draco thought, or else Snape's just in a rotten mood. Draco knew that Snape wasn't always in a rotten mood. Draco was one of the few who was able to tell when Snape was happy, well as happy as Snape could be at least. He thought of Snape as more than just the Head of Slytherin House. Snape was more like an Uncle, or maybe even a Father figure. He certainly seemed more fatherly than Lucius.

During Draco's 5th year he stopped looking up to his father. It was as if a curtain had dropped and Draco had seen the real Lucius. Anyone who beat his wife for wanting to hear her son play piano after dinner was not fit to be called a human. (His mother would teach him how to play piano when the weather was bad, at least when Lucius wasn't home.) He could still hear his mother crying for Lucius to stop. He had no idea how his mother had survived that beating.

He came back to Hogwarts for his 5th grade year looking and acting the same, but his opinion of the Dark Arts had changed. If the Dark Arts would turn him into Lucius he certainly didn't want to be involved. Draco wasn't stupid enough to mention this to Lucius or any others though. He kept being his charming, evil self, on the outside at least. On the inside, he was cheering for Dumbledore and all those who fought for the good. It was unfortunate that Potter and the Goody Goody Gryffindors were on that side.

"Whatchamacallit," Snape said to a gargoyle, breaking the silence. Draco was amazed to see a spiral staircase rise behind the gargoyle. "Let's go." And they climbed the staircase to Dumbledore's office. It was Draco's first time in Dumbledore's office and the first thing he noticed was that it was very Headmaster-y. There were pictures of all the past Headmasters on the walls. And there in the center of the circular room sat Dumbledore at his desk.

"Please have a seat, Severus, Draco," Dumbledore said beckoning them to sit. "Draco, it is assumed by practically all at this school that you have sided with Voldemort in this war that has enveloped our world. But how you have spoken with Severus it seems that you have not sided with your father."

"Father," Draco muttered, "ha!"

"What was that Draco?" Dumbledore queried.

Might as well tell him how I feel of Lucius now, Draco thought. "If you would please not refer to him as my father I would be grateful. To me he is just Lucius."

"Ah, very well. I understand what you mean," here he paused as if to remember what he was going to say. "As I was saying, it seems you have not sided with Lucius. Severus and I believe that you would be very beneficial to us, the Order of the Phoenix, the good guys if you will."

Draco was in shock. Here, Dumbledore, was asking him, the son of the Dark Lord's right hand man, to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix. It was unbelievable. "What is it that I'd do for the Order?"

"Basically what it is that you do now. Report any mentions of Voldemort to Snape or myself. Listen to the conversations of other students, try and get a bit of information from Lucius," Dumbledore's look became serious. "I want you to understand this may be dangerous, but we feel you know how to protect yourself and not make it obvious what side you have chosen to be with. You will also receive protection from the rest that are in the Order. We protect our own, Draco, and those that can't help themselves."

Draco nodded in understand. Well maybe some would protect me, I doubt the Trio would. But then, who needs their help? Then a new thought came to Draco. I could bring Lucius down. Finally some revenge for all those times locked in the dungeons without food, the excruciating torture, and every time he hit Mother. Draco started grinning. He looked up and saw Dumbledore's face, it had a rather happy look on it, as if Dumbledore knew his decision before he voiced it.

"So, Draco?" Dumbledore asked. "Does the Order have the privilege of a Malfoy on the team?"

The way Dumbledore worded that last question made Draco sound even more important and needed. "Headmaster, I'd be honored to be a member of the Order." Take that Lucius! Draco thought with much energy. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you realize that I've helped bring you and your master's downfall.

When Draco said those words a rare moment occurred, Severus Snape smiled. His grin easily matched the one on Dumbledore's face. "Thank you Draco. This helps us quite a bit. Severus will tell you when meetings with the Order will occur. Now I believe it is time for us all to go have a bit of supper in the Great Hall. Hmm?"

And with that the newest member of the Order walked down to the Great Hall, ears open for any mentions of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

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"You better tell me if he touches you or does anything bad to you, Virginia Weasley," Ron demanded for maybe the 5th time since supper started. A few minutes after she sat down at the Gryffindor table an owl swooped down and dropped a note on her lap.

Meet me in the library as soon as you're done eating Weasel.

-Draco M.

And then Ron started on his rants and raves against this assignment and against Malfoy. He hadn't stopped at all during dinner and now that Ginny was about to leave to go to the library it was getting worse.

"Malfoy scum isn't worthy of being near us and if he even tells you that he's better then you, just walk out of there. Just forget about the project, you're better than Malfoy, Gin. You shouldn't have to put up with Malfoy just for this."

"Ron, really!" Ginny exclaimed. "I'm trying to get used to working with him! And you certainly aren't helping!"

"Sorry, Gin. I'm your brother and I know Malfoy, I'm bound to worry or get upset."

"I know Ron, you're just being the big over-protective brother. But remember to share with the other Weasley men. They'll want a piece of Draco too," Ginny added with a laugh. "Bye guys!" And with that Ginny headed for the library, hoping for the best of the worst to happen and not the worst of the worst.

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"Here goes nothing," Draco said quietly has he opened the door to the library. He slowly walked in, looking around for the littlest Weasel.

"Good Evening, Mr. Malfoy," Madam Pince said as Draco walked past her desk. "I believe Miss Weasley is already in the Restricted Section."

"Oh, thank you." Leisurely Draco walked into the Restricted Section of the library. He began strolling past the different aisles looking for Weasley. Eventually he found her in one of the more back ones. She was sitting on the floor, cross-legged, reading a book. Of course she'd be sitting on the floor, it's not as if her clothes could get any dirtier. She's poor, annoying, stupid, red-headed, and really cute the way her hair falls in her face when...wait a second! She's not cute! She's a Weasley! The scum of the earth. Trash beneath the Malfoy feet. Might as well get this assignment started. Draco put a sneer on his face and walked down the aisle.

"Really Virginia," Draco drawled, "I didn't think you'd want to get your second-hand clothes any dirtier by sitting on the floor. But I guess I was wrong."

"Oh shove off, Malfoy!" Ginny exclaimed shutting the book loudly. "At least I'm trying to get this stupid thing done. Obviously you aren't."

"And what is that supposed to mean, Miss Weasley?" he questioned. "I just got here. I can't just grab a book off of this shelf and hope that it has something about Veritaserum." To prove his point he grabbed the book that first came to his eye, which probably wasn't a good thing. He then opened Weapons to Kill Anyone and a knife came right out of the pages and almost sliced his cheek. He promptly closed the book and put it back. Draco glanced over at Ginny, who was laughing. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Well it's your own fault, you just had to prove that you were right. It's a shame the knife didn't actually cut you," she said while still laughing.

"Yes, it is such a shame, isn't it?" Draco asked sarcastically. He turned to look at the books on the shelves.

"I decided it will be faster if we do the research separately," Ginny said after silence had settled in. "I'll work on Veritaserum, and you can work on Ementiorserum. Are you ok with that?"

"Thrilled. It will let me spend less time with a Weasley then needed."

"Well don't worry, I'm not too ecstatic about having to spend time with you either," Ginny retorted.

"Are you sure about that Weasley?" Draco asked as he stepped closer to her, his voice lowered, a bit husky.

"Positive!" she asserted as she pushed past Draco to get out of the aisle. As she hit him she put all of her strength in pushing her book into Draco's stomach. She succeeded in what she wanted to accomplish. Taking Draco by surprise and knocking the wind out of him. And that was how the first meeting with the top Potions students went.

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A/N: Ok, so now I've got 2 chapters out, what do you guys think? Is it going good? Did the Malfoy not liking Lucius any more part make sense? I hope you guys are liking it. I'll try to get the next chapter out soon.


Thank you's:SiriousB1: Yes, this is my first fanfic. I was able to write chapter 1 in an evening. I was amazed at how easily it flowed. I'm glad you think it's so f*cking awesome though. Thanks for the first review!

chocopretzels77: Thanks, I like to think of myself as a so-so writer, I'm not to the very talented section, yet. Maybe someday. I will keep writing though!

Writing*-*Wonder: I think it's gonna go somewhere in the future too. The reason Ginny's in the 7th year Potions is she's just that good at Potions. Snape was impressed with her talent her 5th year and decided she deserved to be in the 7th year class instead of 6th.

jinx(): Thanks, dude. :-)

Jaina Solo-Fel: Bethy!!! Of course I'll tell you when I write more! I'm your protégée, I have to!!