Draco looked up at the grandfather clock impatiently. It was 8:30 in the evening and Rachel was to have been back by five. He pulled at his sweater, straightening out a stubborn crinkle in the fabric as he willed the candles to stay lit and whole by the time she arrived home. The dining room had been set for a romantic dinner; he had even enchanted stars to shine on the twilight-colored ceiling. 'Potter better not have been planning anything...' He muttered. Draco had not wanted Rachel to go help the enemy like that, but Rachel had been so convinced and set in her ways that he had to give in. But Rachel was always stubbornly nave, even when they were children; something that had gotten her into trouble before. Rachel. Draco reached out with his mind in an effort to locate his wife.

"You cannot keep me here." Rachel threatened. "The hospital is neutral territory." "Like that's stopped any of you before!" Ron snapped. "I came here to aid your sister, Weaselface!" Rachel spat into his eye. "I could have easily let her suffer and die!" "Shut your evil face!" Ron's cheeks burned pink. "You've committed many crimes that are punishable by death- and we are to let you go!" "There's nothing to keep me here." She drawled. "A few simple wards I can easily remove, and a bunch or aurors that I find no problem in killing." "Then why don't you try and leave?" Moody challenged. "That should be apparent." She smirked. "You should know, that should any harm become of me, young Ginny will not live." "What do you mean?" Harry felt his stomach flip. "Well, while removing my spell from before, I found it an advantageous moment to get some leverage..." She had an amused expression on her face as she curled a lock of raven hair around her fingers, letting the loose ringlets snap back into place. "Should anyone from YOUR side bring me harm, she dies." "You're bluffing!" Harry raged. "Am I? Care to try, Potter?" She extended the knife she had used out to him. "Go on, free shot at it. What do you have to lose," She smirked. "Besides your little girlfriend of course..." "You bitch!" Ron went to curse her, but was held back by Moody and Lupin. "Aw, such hurtful words." She put on a mocking frown. Rachel, where are you? "Oh!" She clasped her hand over her mouth in a little gasp of surprise before smiling. Still at the hospital, Love. These muggle-lovers are trying to keep me here. Keep you there? His cheeks turned the color of anger. I shall be there in just a moment, My Love. He grabbed his wand and spelled the candles to keep their shape and to not set the house aflame, as well as keeping the food warm for them upon their return. Then, he dissaparated to the hospital.

"It seems we are at an impasse, gentlemen, a stalemate, if you will." She drawled on. "We don't have to harm you to bring you to trial and keep you locked away for life!" Ron had had just about enough of Rachel and her tricks. "And how exactly do you propose to do that, Weasley?" Draco's body appeared between his wife and the redhead, an army of no less than thirty Death Eaters apparated behind him. "Hullo Love." He kissed Rachel's cheek, the wards having been taken care of by Rachel as she said before. "Draco." She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Shall we go, then?" He did not take his eyes off of his enemies for a moment. "I dare say this party is rather dull..." "Must be the company." She nodded. "Let's go." She gave them all a final smirk before the Death Eaters dissaparated. When the couple got home, it was nearly ten at night. The whole manor was dark, with just the faint light of the moon shining through the high windows. "I have a surprise for you." Draco grinned at his wife. "Does it involve leather?" She taunted. "Not exactly," He led her into the dining room where their dinner was sitting. "Did you plan this all for me?" She was pleasantly surprised at the sight of the candlelit table. "That was very sweet of you." He pulled out her chair for her before seating himself and they ate together as music played on the wizarding wireless network. "Hate to interrupt," A female voice called from the entranceway. "But this is rather important." Draco and Rachel turned their heads to find Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange. "Whatever is the matter, Aunt?" Rachel rose, dabbing her mouth with her napkin gently. "The opposition has made a move," Rudolphus said grimly. "And it is time to stop the battles, and win the war."