Ginny magically slammed the door shut after him, refusing to let him see her cry.

Not Bill, not Charlie

As the tears fell down her face she did not doubt his word, Draco Malfoy was not a stupid man, he knew nothing would come of lying to her.

Brutally murdered by our lot.

Our lot.

Ginny sniffled and as she glanced around the room caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she studied her bony face, eyes bright red from tears she felt she fitted right in. Bill and Charlie didn't deserve to die! They didn't!

But when did they ever include you, Ginny?

Ginny frowned bitterly and tried to shove her subconscious out of her mind.

Do you really mourn them?

It clearly didn't work.

Ginny sat for so long lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the time flying by. It was only when she was pelted with rain from the open window that she realised she might be missed.

Missed? Do you really think they care? Nobody has ever cared about you Ginny. Ever.

Her body shook as she sobbed. Nobody had ever given a damn about her, and why should they? She was beautiful but not on the inside. She was intelligent but not wise. And loyal would be the last thing she'd be called.

Malfoy cared.

Ginny snorted. Draco Malfoy cared about nobody par himself. He cared about her because she was holding his future in her hands.

So he didn't care when he kissed you?

No.

Ginny lay back into the chair and thought. She would gain little by returning to her family, if they could find it in themselves to forgive her it would be because they pitied her, thought her childish and she would be treated the same except with more trepidation. Is she stayed she would be an object, only used for her looks and influence – but she would be wanted.

Ginny curled up into the corner of the couch tucked her legs under her, cupping her head in her hands. She had a lot of thinking to do.

Draco shut the door and leant on it, a rush of guilt flowing through him. Remus was right, he had no tact whatsoever. He moved his head away from the door as he heard her heavy sobs, but lingered; uneasy that someone might walk in on her.

Why did you do that!

Draco glared at the wall and tried to ignore the guilt.

First you kiss her out of nowhere then tell her that her brother's are dead.

Draco slammed his hand against the wall.

You made her fucking cry!

Taking one last scathing look at the door he stalked away, it's not as if she hadn't brought it upon herself.

"Son" Lucius Malfoy drawled, placing a cold hand on his shoulder.

Draco nodded to his father, standing stiff for whatever news he was to be told.

Lucius eyed him curiously, a smirk forming on his face. "No need to be so formal son, it's just your father"

He didn't move.

Lucius kept eye contact then broke it to continue. "There is some…conflict of interest…over your young Weasel friend"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? What sort of interest?"

Lucius laughed. "It appears the little tart has more than a few admirers…young Zabini felt it necessary to curse Nott when he was flirting with the wench."

Draco remained silent; this was never going to be good news.

"You know son, one of the main reasons we allowed the girl into our ranks was because we thought she's be good for morale...turns out she's more of a impediment."

Seeing no reply was coming Lucius continued in a slow drawl, "And you know perfectly well what we do to those who are an obstacle, don't you Draco?"

Draco felt something form in his throat.

Lucius glanced behind him and moved a bit closer to Draco. Leaning forward to his ear he whispered in a more rushed voice, "I suggest son that if you have any attachment to the girl you get her out now."

He leant back, turned towards the door and left one parting comment, "…for you know our Lord has no patience."

"I don't know" Draco said to the room full of order members, "…whether she trusts me enough to believe me"

Draco looked at each person as he spoke, noting that Harry was missing from the room.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Remus asked, rubbing his temple in circles.

Draco began to smirk but felt guilty seeing the look on Mrs. Weasley's face.

"I can of course try and convince her that she is in danger, and in some respect I'm sure she'll be grateful for the excuse to leave."

"Why? Is she not remaining there willingly?" Ron butted in, scraping his chair a bit closer to the table.

"Oh she is free to leave as she likes Weasley. I think the problem lies with the mind, she feels as if she has no other place to go to."

"She has us!" Ron replied harshly being calmed by Hermione who was sitting next to him.

Draco refrained from snorting loudly. "Us, Weasley? Do you really think, especially after recent events, that she'll think she is welcome here?"

A deathly silence hung over the table, and it was now that Draco noticed several members weren't at the meeting. "What?" Draco said waving a hand around the table.

Remus eyed him sternly, clearly saying not to push it.

The rest of the meeting went in silence; the Weasley's who remained had congregated together obviously trying to form some last minute rushed plan to save their sister.

Draco stood when Remus indicating that he wished to speak to him outside.

"Be careful Draco" Remus said quietly, reclining into a chair.

Draco frowned. "How come?"

Remus sighed before replying slowly, "Severus is under the impression, that at last night's deatheater meeting, some mention of a 'traitor' in the ranks was made. Is that correct?"

Draco felt his stomach plummet. His father had been warning him.

"Draco!" Remus interrupted, "Is that correct?"

Draco rose his eyes to meet his mentor's; "I was never told of a meeting"