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Chapter 11 - Azkaban

The sun's rays pierced through the windows in the room of requirement. Draco groaned and rolled over and felt something soft against his cheek. Clutching at it, he pulled on it to bring it closer to him; it was like silk, probably his pillow. Finding that it wasn't moving he tugged harder, and then stopped when he heard someone let out a yelp. His eyes snapped open and his gaze fell upon a furious red-head who was clutching her head and rubbing it. Draco chuckled as he realised that he had been pulling on her hair.

"Morning, little one, you know you make such a good alarm!" Draco's head hit the pillow again as he just stared at Ginevra who was now seething. Suddenly he felt a slap on his cheek; it started to sting as he was caught unaware. Ginevra had now lifted herself up onto him and was straddling him with her hands on her hips.

"How dare you Draco, my head is sensitive you prat, do you know how painful it is. How would you like it if I were to do that to you?" Without waiting for an answer she leant over him and grasped a handful of hair. Astonished she saw his face blush bright red instead of squirming and begging for her to let go.

"Draco I'm about to rip out your precious hair, don't you care?" Confused she saw his lips try to say something but he was too red. She had never even seen the faintest blush on Draco's porcelain skin. Finally managing to speak, he muttered to her while trying to look away.

"Um, little one, um I think it would be wise if you got off me. You are um not exactly um, well Blaise would kill me." Wondering what the hell Draco was talking about she started to get off him, when she realised that the sheet she was wrapped in had slipped and she was topless.

Scrambling for the sheet she jumped out of the bed and slumped into an armchair which had just appeared. Cringing at what just had happened, she realised that she had been straddling Draco topless, and he was embarrassed for her, he wasn't even turned on, just ashamed at her actions!

Draco rolled over painfully; he tried to think of some boring images which would hopefully deflate his rather obvious erection. Praying that Ginevra wouldn't have noticed he swore to himself, yesterday he had asked her to be his sister and now they were practically about to have sex albeit unknowingly. Returning to normal he saw Ginevra still blushing in the armchair, humiliated beyond belief. Crawling to the end of the bed, he looked around the room. He smiled as he saw a wardrobe in the corner; this room actually read their minds and foresaw the future. He really had to find out how it had been enchanted.

Ignoring Ginevra for a moment, he saw robes of all kinds. Reaching in he saw a black robe with a green cuff and collar. Knowing that Ginevra would look beautiful in it and that it conformed to the school regulation robes, he pulled one out for him too.

"Ginevra, here put this on." She refused to look up, shaking his head with exasperation he tried again. "Come on, get up we don't have all day, it doesn't matter it was embarrassing enough for us but if I have to cast a memory charm I will be annoyed! Ginevra, it wasn't that bad, I have woken up with beautiful women next to me before!" Draco smirked as Ginevra howled and threw herself into the robe.

"Draco Malfoy, you have to be the most infuriating boy I have ever met, stop smirking dammit" Ginevra threw herself at him and wrestled him to the floor. Hysterically laughing, Draco switched their positions and held her fast to the ground. Watching her squirm, he laughed even louder and was joined by Ginevra who was now begging for mercy.

"Draco, please let go, come on this is unfair stop it!" Ginevra continued to plea until she remembered her magic. Grinning up at him she started to disconnect from the present while she tried to find a few strands that were still in her blood. She couldn't be bothered to call upon her entire source it was too exhausting.

Draco tickled her mercilessly until he saw a few green strands start to unwind from her skin. Evilly, he let loose some of his magic, and the black darts flew out faster and stronger creating a shield around Ginevra entrapping her and her magic. Shaking of the dust whilst he stood up, he chuckled as he saw Blaise in the doorway.

Blaise, however was not laughing, but was lost in thought as if he hadn't noticed Draco and Ginevra playing around.

Frowning, Draco left Ginevra trapped, and went to pull on his robes.

Blaise, what's the matter? Is this about last night?

How is she so happy with you after what happened? Look at her she's not even looking at me, I didn't mean to hurt her, I don't even know what I did. I mean if she's a virgin surely she could just have told me?

Blaise, I don't think its that, we just have to wait until she's ready to talk ok? And don't be so overdramatic of course she wants you. She just hasn't noticed you yet, I'm sure she's not purposefully looking at you.

To reinforce his statement Draco walked over to Ginevra and saw to his amazement that she was actually staring hard at the floor she was lying on, refusing to see Blaise. Motioning with his hand, Blaise left the room whilst Draco tried to sort out the situation. Releasing her from her trap, he held her hands as he stared into her eyes. The fear had returned and she was shaking.

"Little one, there's nothing to be afraid of. You know Blaise; he's not going to do anything if you tell him you don't want to. You can't avoid him forever you know, he deserves an explanation." Draco softly whispered in her ear, but Ginevra just stared at him and her expression was replaced with a bright smile. She grinned at him.

"Draco, what are you talking about, honestly, one would think I was having a mental breakdown. Blaise is my boyfriend, in case you haven't noticed, whatever happens between us stays between us, certain things are private!" Tossing her hair she flicked her wand over her face, satisfied with the make-up and her entire appearance she sauntered out the room towards breakfast.

Draco whacked his fist against the wall in frustration. She had hidden herself away again. Dammit, why did she have to do that? Entering the Great Hall he saw Blaise and Ginevra chatting away with their hands entwined and the rest of the Slytherins avidly listening to her tell some story. Draco shook his head in irritation at Blaise's stupidity. Blaise had obviously grown attached to Ginevra, yet how could he not notice her falsity when in a difficult situation.

Remembering Tom Riddle, Draco decided to pay a visit to Azkaban. The Great Hall emptied itself as the students hurried to their first lesson. He saw Blaise escort Ginevra out and probably to her class. Seeing Professor Snape about to leave the table, Draco ran up to him and whispered into his ear.

"Severus, I need either your permission or a cover while I go to Azkaban today, father and I have a few things to discuss." Severus looked at the head boy and saw the urgency in his eyes. Sighing he knew Draco would see no reason; he was a Malfoy through and through. "Fine Draco, but you will have a leave granted, you don't need to be sneaking about. Just make sure all your studies are up to date and that you do not fall behind, otherwise your position will be in danger." With a sharp nod of his head in gratitude towards his godfather, Draco stormed out of the Great Hall, with his robes billowing behind him. On his way, he summoned his eagle. Stopping briefly, to scrawl a note to the guards of Azkaban to notify them of his arrival, he then sealed it with the Malfoy crest, and sent his eagle off. He laughed to himself, the eagle had been one of the most useful presents his father had given to him, and they were so much better than owls and less susceptible to spies and attacks.

Transforming the green cuffs and robes into a light silver, he sighed as his face became blank with a faint sneer. Standing in front his fireplace was the Draco Malfoy most people knew, the young cold aristocrat.

Shouting "Azkaban", the green flames surrounded him and he started to spin around. As Draco passed fireplace after fireplace, he wished he had gone to Hogsmeade to apparate. Azkaban was one of the farthest wizarding places from Hogwarts. Starting to slow down, Draco came to a halt and stepped out into a dark cove, where he waited for the guard. Impatiently he wondered why he was being made to wait in this dungy place. Growing angry at the blatant disrespect that was being served to him, he started towards the tunnel in the cove. Before he got very far, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Expecting a dementor, Draco turned around and to his surprise came face to face with an Auror. Shocked at the bright red robes of a fully trained Auror in such a dark place, Draco didn't know what to say. Unfortunately for him, the Auror had enough to say for both of them.

"Who would have thought, that you would be here, Mr Malfoy? Such an extraordinary coincidence I must say, your well planned arrival with the well planned escape of your father's. No doubt you understand that though I am sure you are completely innocent we will have to take you in for questioning." Sniggering at his sarcasm, the Auror bound Draco's hands with a flick of his wands, and laughed even louder at the fury in Draco's face.

Thinking fast, Draco knew that if he tried to escape it would be worse in the long term. All he needed was a good alibi and Snape, knowing Dumbledore he would just feel a short visit to Azkaban for Draco just the thing!

Blaise, Blaise, where the hell are you, I need you, answer me for –

Draco's head felt like it was burning up, he swore harshly as he remembered that Legilimens didn't work in Azkaban. Becoming aware of his surroundings as it became lighter, he was pulled into a study and shoved roughly into a chair. Left alone, Draco wondered how stupid Aurors actually were, who left a prisoner alone? A cough was heard from the corner, Draco swivelled his head and saw a man with red hair staring at him. Groaning to himself, he tried to keep his face blank as he realised that a Weasley would be questioning him, no doubt knowing about Ginevra's recent actions.

Charlie Weasley twiddled his wand in his fingers as he decided what to do with the Malfoy in front of him. This was why he had decided to become an Auror, there were just no more surprises with dragons. "So Malfoy, what was the purpose of your visit to Azkaban?" Draco's eyebrows came closer together, how strange, maybe a Weasley was actually civilised.

"I was just going to see my father; he had some information I needed." Draco kept it as brief as possible, Aurors had a tricky tendency to twist your words so fast that you could end up in front of the Wizengamot without a word having passed.

"Information, Malfoy? I'm warning you Malfoy, I don't have time to sit here and have a cosy conversation with you so start talking." Snarled Charlie, he hated Malfoys and this time he had a reason to despise this one.

"Well, as I was about to say, was that my father had been involved with Hogwarts and its students on numerous occasions, and today the effects of one such occasion were still present and I thought it would be easier and less time consuming just to ask my father what he did." Draco drawled as he saw the Weasley grip his wand tighter. He was obviously one of Ginevra's two elder brothers, which one he didn't know.

"Which pupil and which occasion?" Charlie was slowly advancing on the chair which Draco sat in, his hand flexing as if daring Draco to say the answer. Draco just smirked. Obviously the Weasley had guessed, one had to give him credit for that, at least he wasn't poor and thick.

"Let me see, it was about six years, oh yes of course it was Ginevra Weasley opening the Chamber of Secrets." Charlie's hand shot out from the gloom and darkness of the office and his fingers wrapped around Draco's throat. Draco calmly stared into his eyes with a slight coolness. Charlie felt slightly cold and a tingly sensation in hand. His fingers started to freeze and become numb. Yelping he let go of Draco's throat, at the same time the magical binding wrapped around Draco's wrists unravelled and Draco stood up.

"I have had enough. It is obvious that I was not part of this escapade, I just happened to be here at a very coincidental time. Professor Snape can vouch for me and so can some students who saw me in the Great Hall that is if you feel the need to question the whole of Hogwarts. You can always check my arrival through the floo network. My patience has been tested, I allowed you to bind and threaten me, when as you can see now that those measly displays of power cannot stop me. I am Lord Malfoy and you are nothing but a Weasley with a grudge against me, probably because of your sister. Am I right?" Draco sneered but inside he was seething, this man was wasting time his plans could be ruined if they didn't find his father.

"Do not talk about my sister, you filthy scum, I don't know what Dark Magic you're practising but leave my sister out of it!" Charlie was shaking as he saw Draco's skin glow black.

"Weasley, whether it be Dark or Light Magic, Ginevra has already drowned herself in it. She has more power in her little finger than you will ever have in your entire life. So I'd stay on her good side, and to do that you have to play nice with me!" Draco nearly cackled with glee had the situation not been so urgent. "Now if you excuse me, if you want your sister not to be a permanent resident in St Mungo's by the time she is 20, I suggest you let me go. Of course, it will have to be on the grounds that I am innocent."

Luckily they hadn't taken his wand away from him, and with a flick of his wand he became invisible and snuck out of the room leaving Charlie staring at the wall in shock about Ginevra.

Knowing his father, he would probably have gone back to the Manor. Even if the Aurors searched it they would never be able to find him. The Manor had a duty to protect its inhabitants. Thankfully Voldemort was never considered an inhabitant. Sighing to himself he returned to the fireplaces.

"Malfoy Manor!" Draco stumbled through the hearth and shook off all the ash. "Father, I know you're here, we need to talk!" Leaning against the mantel, a house elf appeared. Its head bowed and trembling, Draco sneered, it had obviously seen Father. "Young Master, My Lord is waiting for you in his private chambers." Squeaking out the message, the house elf ran away.

Storming through the house, Draco's anger was slowly building up, he had been Master of the Manor for so long, and they were not going to revert back to the old hierarchy just because Lucius Malfoy had decided to return.

Throwing open the door, he stood in the doorway, with the coldest expression on his face. Lucius Malfoy turned around and laughed. "Draco, did I not teach you any manners, knocking I believe is still courteous." Draco sneered, "Father, lets cut to the chase; I don't think we need to enact a happy reunion when there's only two of us here. All I need from you is information about Ginevra Weasley and the Chamber of Secrets." Draco looked at his father and saw that he had changed into his robes and had tied his hair up with a traditional green ribbon. Lucius Malfoy frowned, "I don't see why we have to drag up the past, Draco, why don't you tell me what I've missed in your life and we can catch up. I am determined to become a proper father Draco, there is nobody holding me back this time." Sitting down Lucius sighed as he saw his son's reluctance to believe his new persona. The one person he had counted on to help him was refusing. Though, if Draco had trusted him that easily, he wouldn't have been a worthwhile person after all that he had been put through, Lucius supposed.

Draco just snarled. He wasn't going to listen to anything his father had to say, they had gone through all this before. There was nothing magically possible that his father could do to make him believe his lies.

Magically possible Draco? What about humanly possible, after all we are first and foremost humans, son, and we are essentially controlled by our emotions. Could I not sway you by those?

Seething, Draco's eyes narrowed and he directed his glare at his father, while seeming to become colder by the second. The tension in the room was intense. Slowly and clearly Draco enunciated each word as if his father was mentally incapable.

"My thoughts are private, father, if you want me to believe in you I suggest you try to keep out of others affairs and wait till they trust you. I warn you, if I catch you again, you will regret it. As for what you have missed out, ironically Ginevra Weasley is a Slytherin. Actually she is First Princess of Slytherin to be precise, Blaise Zabini's girlfriend and my sister-to-be." Draco chuckled and continued, "oh yes, there will be a transferral of blood lines, Ginevra Malfoy, does not that sound powerful? Oh and father just in case you have forgotten you cannot revoke it. Since you were a common criminal I have been the Master and even you must remember that whatever a Lord Malfoy, who is Master of the Manor, orders cannot be changed. It is that which stops me from renouncing you as my father, and you must know that, otherwise you would not be here. So you can breathe father, you still have an heir but also a daughter." Stopping for Lucius' reaction which Draco thought would be classic, nothing came.

Lucius Malfoy nodded at Draco and dismissed him. Draco turned sharply on his heel and left for Hogwarts. For some reason he had not triumphed over his father and a macabre atmosphere settled upon him.

Back at the Manor, Lucius was pacing his room thinking. Obviously this Weasley meant a lot to his son and to win his heart he would have to go through her. Troubled he remembered how he had nearly killed her indirectly. Another difficult obstacle had been placed before him. Somehow he would remedy that. But why was Draco asking about the Chamber? Something must have been happened, Lucius became determined to find out, is he could help her then perhaps Draco would forgive him. Changing out of his robes, Lucius preened in front of the mirror his physique had not changed at all. He could at the same time find a new wife, someone fiery and with emotions, Narcissa had been too frigid. Smiling to himself, he had the perfect candidate. There was no possible way that Draco was going to share his inheritance or his blood lines with Ginevra Weasley, but her name could be changed through marriage. Blaise Zabini was a fickle boy, he could be easily persuaded, and then his family would be whole. Searching his pensieve he found a memory of the Weasley girl when he had slipped her the diary. She must have been about 11 but she showed signs of promise and knowing Draco she would be beautiful by now and a Slytherin pureblood! Luciussmirked, this was the best way. His plan would be completed and they would all be happy once again.

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