Disclaimer: We only own Agava, Daylon, and Ayva Bradbury. All of the other Harry Potter stuff is property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: My sister and I both wrote this, so if the writing style changes during certain parts of the fic, that's why.

HBP SPOILER ALERT If you haven't read the Half Blood Prince yet, I have to warn you that there are spoilers in this fic.

The Bradbury Legacy

Chapter 7:

Ayva stifled a yawn as she opened the wooden door leading into the Room of Requirements for yet another late-night meeting with Malfoy. 'Hopefully Draco will be in a better mood this time.' She though as she looked around. The room was much like the Gryffindor common room in how there was a fireplace, a comfortable couch, and two chairs. Of course, there was less furniture than in the common room as only she, Malfoy, and sometimes Daylon were involved in the meetings. The only major difference was the color scheme of the room. Instead of the reds and gold of Gryffindor, the room was the green and silver of Slytherin.

Spotting Malfoy's blonde hair and tall frame, she walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the couch from him, curling her legs underneath the rest of her body and leaning back against the plush pillows in the corner. She watched Malfoy silently, waiting for him to speak first, as he gazed into the red flames in the fireplace.

A short time later he pulled his steely gray eyes away from the fire and turned them on Ayva, studying her silently. Ayva offered him a small, uncertain smile, wishing he would just say something. This silent, almost contemplative Malfoy was new to her. Sure he had had his moments while they were growing up that he had been uncharacteristically quiet, but never like this. None of those times had ever left her wondering if something was wrong and worrying about him. This feeling was completely foreign to her. The only time she could remember ever being worried about someone was when she was a little girl and her father would leave with Lucius Malfoy. The man had always frightened her, and she hated when her father went somewhere with him. Now she guessed the reason was because deep down, she had always sensed that they were doing something that was dangerous.

"What's Pothead up to now?" He asked, interrupting Ayva's train of thought and bringing her back to the present time.

"Well, first of all, he's convinced you were the cause of the incident with Katie Bell even though McGonogall informed him that you were here serving a detention for her. So tell me, were you behind that?" She asked curiously.

"No." He sneered.

She looked at him skeptically before going on, "Anyway, I'd be extra careful, especially when he's around. He's determined to prove you're up to something."

"What else is new? Potter's always convinced I'm behind everything that goes on at Hogwarts. When is he just going to give up?"

Ayva shrugged. "So have you noticed how Harry's suddenly doing wonderfully in Potions?"

"Who hasn't?"

"Well it's not really him," she informed him, tucking her long, raven-colored hair behind her ear. "He's been following notes written into his book. Apparently this 'Half Blood Prince' was good in Potions. Actually that book has brought a lot of enjoyment in to my life here. Hermione's totally mad that he's cheating in Potions since he's doing better than her now. She keeps telling him the Prince is no good and that he should quit using the book, which of course, he refuses to do."

"Potter would never give up something that glorifies him." He said before turning back to the flames, obviously deep in thought.

She just waited, sure he was forming some kind of plan. In due time he turned back to her smirking.

"So we take the book away from him," He said.

"Okay, but how?"

"Couldn't you get it while he's sleeping and replace it with another one?"

"I guess I could try." She responded reluctantly.

"Good." He said sitting back satisfied.

She waited a moment before cautiously moving on. "I get that you don't want to tell me what your mission is, but will you at least tell me why you don't want me to know?"

He looked at her, searching her icy blue eyes before answering. "For your safety. I don't want to be worrying about you, and I sure as hell don't want you worrying about me."

"Great! Now I'll be worrying anyway since you said that." She said before realizing something and sitting up straighter, "And did you just say you would worry about me?"

Avoiding her eyes he mumbled a small "yes."

"I'm sorry, what was that?" She asked moving so she was right next to him, "I didn't quite catch that."

His eyes flashed her a warning and she smiled triumphantly, "That's what I thought. But why, might I ask, would you be worried about me?"

Instead of replying, he just looked into the depths of her eyes as she did the same. Slowly he reached a hand up, putting it on the back of her head and drawing her closer to him, lowering his head to hers.

Ayva gazed into his eyes until their lips met and her eyes closed as her hands moved up resting on his shoulders, while his other hand moved to her back and pulled her closer as he deepened the kiss.

Slowly he pulled back, smirking. "There's no moving staircases her for you to use as an excuse to leave," he told her quietly.

"Now I don't need an excuse. This time I don't want to leave." She whispered back before pushing his robes off of his shoulders.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

She smiled, "Positive."

Coming as close to smiling as a Malfoy could, he leaned forward and re-captured her lips with his.

"What happened to you last night? You never came back from the meeting." Daylon stated, as Malfoy sat down for breakfast in the Great Hall.

Ignoring him, Malfoy just reached for the scrambled eggs with cheese, sausage, and hashbrowns.

Daylon glanced at the door, and watched as Ayva, looking tired, entered and headed to the Gryffindor table. 'That's weird.' He thought, 'Draco and Ayva were both late to breakfast this morning. Wait a minute!' Putting everything together he looked wide-eyed at Malfoy. "You didn't!"

Malfoy just smirked, glancing at Ayva as she took a seat between Ron and Hermione.

"Awwww, man. That's my sister!" Daylon complained, attempting to play the role of a protective brother.

"And my fiancee." Malfoy pointed out, speaking for the first time before returning to his food.

Suddenly losing his appetite, Daylon pushed his plate away from him and sat back waiting for Malfoy to finish.