Chapter 28

It was early on a rainy Sunday, the earliest Alexandria Halliwell had woken up since she left school. Despite the time she was full of energy. Dressing and showering quickly she applied the bare minimum of makeup for Dria (Eye Liner, Mascara, face illuminator, lip balm and powder.) Strutting out of George's room her devious smile was playing at her lips. She strutted herself in to the kitchen to find a robe and hair curler clad Mrs. Weasley.

Ms. Halliwell was a site to behold especially at 6:45 in the morning. She was dressed simply in a mock turtle neck heather gray cashmere sleeveless dress that fell mid thigh, her blond locks were slicked back in a perfect ponytail, with knee high black stiletto boots, and ankle length black fitted trench coat that flowed when she walked.

"Morning Mrs. Weasley!" she said cheerfully

"Morning dear, would you fancy some pancakes?" she said with a tired smile.

"Nah thanks ma'am I'm just getting some tea before I leave." She said still smiling as she sat in a chair at the table. Mrs. Weasley quickly poured some in a travel mug for her. Dria took it smiling plopped in some sugar cubes and said good-bye to Mrs. Weasley.

She found the garage and located George's car. It was exactly where he said it was. When she asked why she needed directions he informed her it was a 'bloody huge garage.' He wasn't joking it was vast at least 30 cars. She climbed in to the black metallic Porsche Cayenne SUV. She normally hated Porsches but it's comfy tan leather interior made her think otherwise. Plugging her coordinates in to the GPS system she exited the garage. When she cleared the mansion she played around with his black Ipod putting James Blunt 'High' on repeat along with Gnarls Barkley 'Crazy'. Driving in the heavy rain didn't bother her. While behind the wheel she was beginning to wonder why he didn't drive herself more often.

She stopped the car at a deserted clearing in the middle of nowhere but the rain had subsided a little now it was just spitting. Stepping out gracefully she scanned the area nothing but dead trees the plants wild and untamed. From the corner of her eye emerged a figure. Tall on the skinny side but toned with piercing gray eyes, high cheek bones and slicked back bright blond hair Draco Malfoy ordinarily pale looked ghostly.

"Draco?" she breathed he wasn't surprised at her shocked expression. It had been a while sine he'd breathed fresh air, eaten or slept either. HE also had bruises on his usually handsome face. Clothed in nothing but a dark gray thermal shirt and black pants she could see in his eyes he was different. Running to him Dria threw her arms around his shoulders running her long fingers through his hair.

"Where have you been?" her voice cracked with worry.

"Get in the car." He pulled away and got in on the passenger side. Momentarily stunned she shook her head and climbed back in. Revving the engine as they pulled out and back on the rode. As she shifted a gear she caught sight of his sleeve, there was a large bloodstain on it.

"Nice car," he paused "Whose is this car?" he rounded on her like a parent catching their child sneaking out.

"Uh more importunately, where'd you come from? I looked around there weren't no other cars."

"Dria whose car is this?" he repeated resolutely.

"You know Mr. I'm not the one who went missing for days then shows up bruised and BLOODY!"

"Ah you noticed."

She scoffed keeping her eyes on the rode. "Well course I noticed Draco it's blood."

"Would you believe me if I told you it was finger paint?" she looked at him seeing a small glimpse of that smirk and the man she loved.

He picked up the black slim ipod and looked at the back. A myriad of expressions appeared on his face in quick succession, pain, anger, betrayal and hatred. Before he could open his mouth to yell his mind reeling Dria had pulled over and was stepping out of the car. He fumbled getting out and scrambled around the front of the car to see the swish of her coat as she entered what look like a simple breakfast restaurant. Taking a minute he calmed down and walked in to the quaint restaurant. It was definitely a foreign concept for Draco. There was what Americans call country music playing, the seating was sparkly vinyl, and the food he saw being served didn't look native to England. She was sitting in a booth looking through the blinds at the rain her chin resting on the palm of her hand.

Sliding in to the booth opposite Dria. He just watched her for a minute noticing the light caramel freckles across the bridge of her nose. His life had taken a turn of the dark and his salvation was sitting across the table. It was an odd thought that this blonde haired never worked a day in her life woman could be his rescuer. A woman with extremely large hips and what sounded like a very strong southern American accent took their orders. Dria had ordered for Draco actually, a plate of pancakes, a cheeseburger with French fries and a tomato soup with a chocolate milk shake and a coke.

While waiting for their rather large order for two people it dawned on Draco what he had found in the car. As if reading his mind she spoke.

"I shagged him." She stated.

"WHO!" he whispered his voice cracking but he knew as soon as he'd asked.

"George, to be honest I'm a commitmentphob. It has been getting quite intense recently between us and you have been gone. To relieve the stress I shagged him…twice." She said it all with such care fee ease he was having trouble believing it.

Before Draco could respond their waitress had brought their first course.

"You've given this speech before?"

"Countless times."

"Mhmm," he took a sip of the warm red tomato soup, wiping his mouth with a napkin "I almost had to kill someone, but Ginny did it for me."

"Excuse me?" she choked on her soup "I'm sorry did you…" he nodded. "But why?"

"Interrogation, he was quite resilient, he failed crack but I couldn't kill him so Ginny barged in and gave him four rounds in the head." He paused to thank the waitress for refilling his milkshake. "He would've been killed any way, no bloody prisoners." He took a sip of his milkshake "That the motto." It was now her turn to be shocked by the nonchalant manner in which he was speaking.

"Motto for what Draco?" she didn't have to ask, she knew.

"Oh you know the Death Eaters, family business of course 'Malfoy & Son Evil Syndicate', couldn't really get out of joining Riddles little gang." He was fully smirking now.

"Draco that's not funny."

"Who said I was joking?" he let out a chuckle "Come Dria it was obvious!" she was glaring at him "Oh please you fucked Weasley! You are certainly no saint."

They went a while not speaking, Draco devoured his meal but Dria didn't touch her own.

"Would it help if I told you I'm working for the order?"

"Piss off."

"It's true, double accent shit very dangerous, but oh so sexy." And there it was a smile that devious glimmer in her eyes. It was a happy ending…for now.

Whoo! Wrote that in 2 days! Enjoy there won't be anything for a while I'm going on holiday in Italy for 5 weeks but review review review