Draco glanced around the study for his father. Odd, he thought. He's usually in here nowadays with CD.
"Draco, darling, I just wanted to thank you for stopping that crazy girl the other day," Pansy said running up behind him, "I just knew you loved me more." He turned around and glared at her.
"I wasn't saving you, nor do I even love you," he replied simply, "I was merely asking her a question." Pansy's jaw dropped.
"Th- that's so … that's so messed-" she stuttered and then stopped. She brought herself up to her fullest height and then said, "You, Draco Malfoy, are mine. Don't forget that. And not even that dolt Tori or whatever her name is will stand in my way of you making me your wife." Draco rolled his eyes.
"Whatever," he replied and brushed past her, "Go make yourself useful and pour me a shot."
"Of course, Draco, darling," she replied ecstatically and rushed down the stairs.
"Stupid dolt," Draco muttered to himself making his way to the library, "I will never marry her. It would do my family shame."
"Harry? What's going on?" Tori said sitting up in bed slowly and glaring at the bright light that was pouring in her eyes, "What the hell is your problem? Are you nutters? It's three in the morning…" Harry sat down on the edge of her bed.
"Get dressed," he said softly, "We're leaving." She stared at him in disarray. What is going on? She thought to herself quietly, but got up and did as he said. He took her by the hand and slowly and quietly led her to the fireplace. He produced a small bag of floo powder and threw a small handful into the flames.
"Get in," he said as though in a daze, "We're going to pay the Malfoys a visit." She glanced at him, an odd look crossed her face but she didn't dare argue. She got into the fireplace and shouted, "Malfoy Manor." She had no idea if Harry had done the same.
They ended up in the room that Tori normally stayed in when she was staying with Draco's family. She watched as Harry stumbled out of the large fireplace.
"What are we doing here, Harry?" she asked quietly. She knew all about the alarms and traps placed around the house.
"The question is: What the hell were you doing here? With Malfoy no less!" he said. His voice grew a bit louder.
"He's my fiancé, Harry. Of course I would come to visit him every once in awhile," she replied.
"Oh? I had always thought that he and Pansy were an item. At school, they were always together and she was always all over him," he said nonchalantly and sat down in a large, black, velvet chair.
"Yes? Well we always covet that which we can't have," she retorted. I wonder where he's going with this, she thought.
"Actually, it was rumored they were to be married during our last year of school. Quite odd if it were to have been true. Don't you agree? But it makes me wonder… if you're Malfoy's fiancé how much else you haven't told everyone?"
"Just what are you getting at, Harry?" she replied. He was beginning to agitate her.
"I'm just saying that you've been coming to see Draco Malfoy. He was the one who was supposed to kill Dumbledore but failed to follow through. Or did you not know that bit of information?" Harry said anger flashing dangerously in his eyes.
"Of course I knew. He was doing what was in the best interest of his family. You were there that night, were you not, Harry? You saw him hesitate. You knew he wouldn't follow through with it," she said her voice growing steadily louder, "It's not in his nature to kill people Harry. What are your foolish reasons for bringing us here?" Harry smiled sadistically.
"You're working under the Dark Lord, aren't you, Tori?" She stared at him hard. There's no way he could have known that.
"It's obvious. You act suspiciously. You mysteriously find out what his next move is going to be. How do I know that he didn't allow you to leak the information to lead us into a trap?" She continued to stare at him.
"Why would I want to have the people I love most put in danger?" she asked sincerely, "Tell me that, Harry."
"No!" he shouted, "You tell me. I don't have any idea what your motivations are. You could be a double agent for all that I know. Pretending to work for him and us. Well, let me tell you something, Tori. It doesn't work like that. This isn't the movies."
"You think that I don't know that, Harry? Do you know what it's like to find out that you're father is one of Voldemort's most loyal death eaters?" She came close to his face, "No, Harry, you don't. You're father and mother died honorable deaths. Protecting the child they adored more than their own lives. My mother died believing that it was me who should've died in her place. And my father…my father had believed the same. They were young and foolish. He abandoned me at the headstone of my mother's grave." She slowly moved back and sank down onto the large bed.
"I didn't know," was all that Harry could stammer out.
"Of course you didn't, Harry. No one did. Not even the siblings that I had grown up with. I'm not doing what I'm doing for you or anyone else. I'm doing it because I will find my father again. And I will show him just how much like him that I've turned out to be."
"Who is your father?" Harry asked more out of fear than curiosity.
"Oh you know him quite well. His name is-"