Frances Malfoy and the Restoration of the Chamber of Secrets

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Chapter 2: Draco

"My name is Francesca Adrienne Malfoy. Everyone calls me Frances, though."

The small, blonde-haired girl held out her hand and when he would not shake it, she frowned and asked, "Why won't you shake my hand?"

"I am sick, Frances, very sick."

"Oh. What's your name?"

"Thomas."

Draco jerked out of his slumber and glanced around the screened in patio. There was nothing but the heavy rain outside and the forest of green around him. He thought back to the dream. Was it a dream? It had seemed so real. If it was, Draco was now pondering the thought that his daughter had somehow discovered Lord Voldemort hidden within the dungeon walls. Draco shook his head and stood. With one last glance around the greenroom, Draco stalked down to his father's study.

When he opened the door he saw his father sitting behind the desk writing, hunched over what appeared to be a letter. He glanced up at Draco through his spectacles and continued scribbling away like mad.

Draco watched and then sat down, "What are you working on, Father?"

Lucius dipped his quill into the ink bottle, "A letter to Francesca."

Draco sat up and asked, "Did she write?"

"Yes. So did Forrest. His letter's right there." Lucius pointed to the corner of the desk.

Draco reached over and picked it up. He unfolded it and began reading his son's chicken scratches:

Dear Father, Grandmother, and Grandfather,

The first day of school has gone extremely well. I was sorted into Slytherin, of course, as was Frances, much to my dismay. Xavier is also in Slytherin and we've had the best of time, pulling a few tricks on our other Slytherin friends: Willie Goyle, Mariel Flint, and Devon Hilton.

Lucas Potter and Henry Weasley were sorted into Gryffindor, just like their fathers. I began to introduce myself, but they turned up their noses and said, 'We've already had enough of your sister, Malfoy.' Frances ruins everything, that barmy little brat.

I must go now, my friends are calling me. I'll write to discuss my classes tomorrow.

With love,

Forrest

Draco smirked and tossed the letter back onto the desk. He examined his fingers and waited for his father to be finished.

He asked, "Is that Frances's letter?" He indicated a stack of parchment that must have been eight or nine pages long, much longer in contrast to Forrest's.

Lucius nodded. Draco leaned in to snatch the letter, but his father's reflexes were too sharp. Lucius's walking cane came crashing down onto Draco's hand, similar to when he clouted Frances. Draco flinched and removed his hand hastily.

"What was that for?" he snapped angrily.

Lucius had not even looked up from his work, "I'm not finished with it."

Draco glared at his father and then sighed, asking, "What does it say?"

"It is rather similar to Forrest's. Her sorting experience, the friends she made, what classes she's taking, and…" he paused and looked at the letter, "well…it's not much of your business. Nothing for you to worry about."

Draco retorted, "I think it is my business to worry about. She's my daughter."

Lucius replied coolly, "She doesn't seem to think so."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Draco was growing rather red in the face.

Lucius smirked the smirk that he had once tried to teach Draco, but Draco hadn't enough maliciousness to muster that kind of smirk. Draco shivered in his chair.

"If you must know, Francesca seems to believe you're not much of a fatherly figure. Tell me Draco, do you really think she loves you as much as you assume she does?"

Draco clenched his jaw. His father had been doing this sort of thing to him since he was four. It was a sense of false accomplishment and Draco had yet to get used to it. He flared his nostrils.

Lucius smirked harder, "Just wander back upstairs, Draco. Your mother and I have everything handled here. There's no need to interfere. It might cause confusion in their small, innocent heads."

Draco rose slowly and shakily left the room. After he had ordered one of the houselves to bring him some pillows and a sleeping concoction, Draco wandered upstairs. His father was right. He had no control over his children's lives. Their grandparents had taken care of them for their whole life. Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy were the names on their required birth certificates, the names on the official Hogwarts papers, the names on the life insurance policy papers. Draco was just a spectator. His father and mother ran the game. Draco sighed once more before his head hit the pillow.

Draco woke up in the late in the afternoon. He slid off the bed and put his robes back on, combing through his messy hair before going downstairs.

Earlier than he could turn around and head back up the stairs, his father spoke to him in a cold, low voice, "Enjoy your nap, Draco?"

Draco narrowed his eyes at the back of his father's head, "In fact, I did."

Lucius furrowed his brow and then tossed his copy of the Daily Prophet onto the sofa cushion next to him, "Come take a look at this. Page 3."

Draco stalked over to the sofa and picked up the newspaper, flipping open to page three. The headline read: Arthur and Molly Weasley Desperately Turn to Ministry: Ginny Weasley Goes Missing. Draco snorted. He always knew that one of the Weasleys would end up missing. There were just too many of them.

He turned to his father, "What's your point?"

Lucius murmured, "We work with the Ministry, Draco. You're a Auror. You're going to look for her."

Draco glowered, "What makes you think I would want to look for this…this…piece of scum?"

"The money, Draco. Honestly, where did all your brains go?" Lucius asked, shaking his head.

Dracogrumbled and turned on his heel, "Down the toilet with the rest of my life."

Lucius clucked his tongue while Draco made his way back up the stairs. He came back down, fully dressed in black: black pants, black shirt, black robes, and black loafers. His shaggy white-blonde hair stuck out improbably against his attire.

Draco pulled out his wand and said over his shoulder, "I'm checking in with the Ministry. I'll be back." Then he disapparated.

He arrived in the office of the former Minister, Cornelius Fudge. But after his sudden death (an attack from Draco's father and other Deatheaters, no doubt), the office now belonged to a chubby man with who had lost nearly all his red hair. Instead of the shabby clothes he always used to wear, the man was now wearing quite exquisite robes.

Draco sat down across the desk from the man and waited for him to look up from his work. The man seemed to be nearly blind also, so Draco cleared his throat, very loudly.

The man jerked in his chair and looked up, jumping to see Draco Malfoy sitting across from him, "Mr. Malfoy, what brings you here at this hour?"

"It's merely seven o'clock, sir." Draco replied, his arms crossed.

The man glanced at his clock and muttered, "Oh, yes, you're quite right. But, um, let's see, you didn't say what you want."

Draco uncrossed his arms and leaned forward on the desk, "I've come to look for your daughter, sir."

Arthur Weasley nearly fell out of his chair. He recovered and called for his secretary, "Miss Patil!"

Padma Patil appeared in the doorway with a large stack of papers in one arm. Her eyeliner was somewhat smeared and her knee-length, black skirt was wrinkled, "Yes, Mr. Weasley?"

Minister Weasley shouted and pointed at Draco, "Who let this boy in?"

Padma's eyes scanned over Draco and she shrugged, "I do not know, sir. I haven't. What seems to be the problem?"

Arthur bellowed, "This boy thinks he is going to find my daughter!"

Padma set the papers down a chair and adjusted her glasses, "Mr. Malfoy is a highly respected Auror. He seems quite fit for the job."

Draco kept quiet, though very smug with himself. Mr. Weasley said with an exasperated tone, "I do not want a Deatheater looking for my daughter!"

Draco's face darkened. He did not know why, though. He was a Deatheater, so why was he angry?

"Sir, I can assure you that your daughter is in safe hands. I am interested in the job."

Mr. Weasley crossed his arms over his chest, unwillingly. Draco pulled out some money, trying to compensate with the man.

"Can I have the job if I say, 'fifty thousand galleons'?"

Mr. Weasley looked at the money, Draco, then to Padma, who stared at the money, wide-eyed.

Finally, Mr. Weasley took the money and said, "If anything happens to her, you're landed in Azkaban, Malfoy."

Draco shrugged and disapparated. He arrived in his father's old office, which was now his. He immediately began searching through the papers on his desk and found one which he had taken notes on the case.

"Was last seen in Muggle London…" Draco threw the paper onto the desk and headed for the closet. He searched the closet high and low for his maps that detected wizards all over the face of the planet. Draco shut the door and looked around the office. He spotted them on the top shelf of his tall bookcases. He grabbed the foot ladder and placed it along a column of books. At the top he grabbed the map of Muggle London and threw it onto the floor. But before he could step back down, something caught his eye: a shiny necklace. Draco grasped it and studied it. Its links were made of medieval-looking metal and it had ruby red jewels within the links. Draco figured that possibly Frances left it up here; she sometimes sat upon the tops of the bookshelves with her belongings and would watch Draco work. Draco shrugged and left it upon the bookshelf.

Draco rolled out the map across the floor and looked at the moving dots. Red dots were wizards, green were Muggles, and blue were Squibs. Black were other creatures. Most of the dots were green, a few were blue. Draco detected one black dot. It was lingering around the Leaky Cauldron. Then, as he was scanning the map for a third time, a red dot suddenly appeared in a seven-story building, which consisted of Muggle flats. He watched the dot move up to the top floor, closely followed by a green dot. The two dots stopped in a flat and came extremely close together. If this was the youngest Weasley, she was up to something very peculiar with a Muggle.

Draco folded the map, put it in his pocket, and disapparated onto the nearest Muggle street. He appeared right outside the building. He looked up to the top floor. All the lights in one flat were on. Draco opened the doors and began the journey up six flights of stairs. He reached the top and discovered that the hallway was completely dark, except for the glow coming from under the door of the flat he was investigating. Either no one lived on this top floor or the people were vampires.

Draco pulled out the map and lit his wand. He could see himself on the top floor, along with the other witch/wizard and the Muggle. The funny thing was, on every floor there were Muggle dots in every flat. On the top level, however, there were none. Draco furrowed his brow.

Unexpectedly the door opened and Draco could hear a girl yelling, "Get out, you filthy asshole! And take your goddamned jacket with you!"

The Muggle that had been in the room with her stepped out in shock, carrying a jacket. His facial expression was shaken and he stumbled all the way down the stairs. When he was out of sight, Draco stepped out of the shadows. He slowly approached the door, took a breath, and knocked. The sound of the hollow knocking echoed in the empty hallway. The door opened and Draco looked at the girl, who was indeed, Ginny Weasley.

Draco smirked, "Top of the evening to you, Weasley."

Ginny squeaked and attempted to shut the door, but Draco caught it with one hand, "Now Weasley, I am a man of the authorities," he pulled out his Auror's badge, "and I have the right to search this here flat."

Ginny sighed and allowed him to come in. Draco stepped in and looked around. It was a big, high-ceilinged room with wood floors. The white paint was chipping, which made it look old and antique-ish. The kitchen was separated from the living space by a bar, which was lined by metal-frame stools. The sofas were black leather, set up horizontal to the plasma screen TV on the wall. One sofa was covered by a white sheet and pushed into the far corner. A hallway off to the side led to at least three bedrooms.

Draco studied the grand piano on the far side of the room and said, "Pretty nice place you've got here, Weasley. It is yours isn't it?"

Ginny crossed her arms, "Yes."

"Where'd you get all the money to buy this stuff? Rob a bank?"

"No. I robbed it from my older brother. He's dead now." Ginny said with an 'as-a-matter-of-fact' tone.

Draco sat down at a kitchen stool and pulled out a pen and paper, "I'll have to ask you a few questions."

"Fine." was the answer he got.

"You do know that you have been declared 'missing' right?"

"Yes."

"Who is your kidnapper, if you have one?"

"Myself."

"You kidnapped yourself?"

"Yes."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Well not technically. I ran away after I stole my dead brother's money."

"So let me get this straight, you stole your brother's money and ran away with it? Why?"

"I wasn't supposed to get any of it. It was all supposed to go to my father and his precious Ministry job and my brothers. And after I found out that my mum got the dragon hatchery in Romania, I got angry because I was left with nothing. So I stole the money while my parents were sleeping and ran off with it. I also wanted away from the wizarding world for a while."

"Why's that?"

Ginny hesitated a bit and then began rolling up her left sleeve. She held up her left arm for Draco to see. There, on the underside of her arm, was the Dark Mark.

Draco nearly fell out of his seat, "You're a Deatheater?"

She looked down, "Yeah. I didn't want everyone to know."

"So now you've got all the money you want and you've made a living for yourself up here. You've got some good motives, Weasley."

Ginny suddenly burst out in plea, "Please don't tell anyone where I am, Malfoy, please. I'll do anything!"

"That's my job, Weasley, I have to tell them."

"No! I'll do anything to keep you from telling!"

Draco smirked, "Anything?"

Ginny nodded.

"Then how about we go take a look at that bedroom of yours?" he wiggled his eyebrows.

The bridge of Ginny's nose turned white in anger, "You little pervert! Forget it!"

She opened the door, motioning for him to leave. He shrugged and stepped outside. She slammed the door behind him. As Draco was walking down the steps, he stopped, thinking, 'I haven't had a good shag in such a long time!'

He turned around and bounded back up the stairs. Just as he was about to knock, the door flew open and Ginny's arm pulled him in. He bent down and kissed her hard on the lips, and he could tell she didn't mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they stumbled around the living room like this.

Ginny pulled away and yanked his black robe off, throwing it across the sofa. Draco quickly pulled his shoes and socks off and then grabbed Ginny by the waist. He threw her against the wall and kissed her again, tongue in her mouth. She ruffled his hair and shoved him into the dark hallway. She twisted the doorknob behind her back and stumbled into the dark bedroom. Draco pulled his black turtleneck off and flung it across the room. Ginny also took off her skin-tight, white t-shirt, revealing a black bra and firm abs in the moonlight pouring through the window. Draco smirked and planted a kiss on her collarbone as she twisted the button on his pants. Soon he was standing in his boxers, fumbling with her jeans.

She grabbed his hands and asked maliciously, "Need some help?"

She gracefully slid out of her jeans and yanked Draco down onto the unmade bed. Ginny pressed her body against Draco as he undid her bra, which thankfully he had not lost talent for. After removing both articles of underwear, Draco and Ginny moved up and down in unison. Draco breathed out loudly; he hadn't done this in quite a while. Ginny arched her back, making Draco moan in a blissful sort of pain. He smirked and ground his pelvis against hers. She clenched her teeth and threw her head back, now feeling pain. She dug her fingernails into his back and he pushed further into her. They rolled around for fifteen to twenty some minutes and Ginny came, her back arched, fingernails clenching Draco's back. Not even thirty seconds later, Draco climaxed and let go, feeling the feeling he had missed for the last two or three years. He collapsed on the other side of Ginny, trying to heave his breathing back to normal. Ginny rolled over and opened her nightstand drawer. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Smoking after sex was a new habit she had picked up.

Draco watched her out of the corner of his eye and asked, "Where'd you learn to give a shag like that Weasley?"

Ginny blew a cloud of smoke and answered, "After years of co-ed summer camp and Michael Corner as a boyfriend in school, you learn quite quickly."

Draco chuckled, "Consider yourself the best I've ever had."

Ginny grinned and put out her cigarette. She rolled over and looked at Draco. The two stared at each other until Ginny's eyelids slowly shut. Draco smirked and shut his eyes.

An alarm clock was buzzing in Draco's ear. Ginny crawled over top him and pounded her fist down on it, turning it off. She rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel and some clothes and shut the bathroom door. Draco took this as a sign to get up, so he did, and got dressed. He was out in the living room gathering his stuff together when Ginny reappeared from the bathroom, fully dressed in khaki pants and a dark green cargo, zip-up hoodie. Her hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail, with some dark auburn bangs tucked behind her ear.

She grabbed a pre-made smoothie out of the fridge and said to Draco over her shoulder, "I'm going to work. You can stay if you want, just don't go wander off to the Ministry and tell them where I am. Comprende?"

Draco nodded, "Yeah. Where is it that you work?"

Ginny slung her purse over her shoulder, "Downtown. I'm an intern at Westminster General Hospital. I get to be barked at by nurses and doctors for 48 hour shifts."

Draco chuckled, "So if I stay, I get this whole flat to myself for 48 hours?"

"That's your choice, bud. Who knows? I might need a good stress relieving shag when I get back." she stated and slammed the door as she left.

Draco sat in the kitchen and looked around the empty flat. His father could wait a couple more hours.

A/N: Thank you to my three reviewers. I'm hoping to get more. Anyhow, I'll just say now that the game plan is to have a Frances chapter, then a Draco chapter, then a Frances chapter, etc.