AN: yea so it took me awhile... again. but at least I finally got another chapter up! i have lacrosse practice every day and sat. so im pretty busy, i promise i'll try to update soon though. (though soon could be awhile...) none the less enjoy the next chapter of something worth fighting for. many cookies and thanks to all my lovely reviewers! MWAH!
Chapter 13: Proving Yourself
Dumbledore rummaged through his desk looking for something. "I put that port key around here somewhere!" He muttered, as he kept opening and closing drawers. "Ah, I know, Draco please open that cupboard and hand me the pink sock on the third shelf."
Draco opened the wooden cabinet and low and behold, there was a pink sock. " Now, everyone grab hold and we'll be there in no time." Ginny and Draco did as they were told and Dumbledore pulled out his wand from a pocket inside his purple robes. He tapped the sock lightly. "Tranpaterum!" There was a loud pop, and suddenly Draco felt himself being pushed and pulled every which way and thought for sure that he was going to lose his grip on the sock, until there was suddenly another loud 'pop' and all three of them stood in the middle of a room filled with various Hogwarts students- mostly Gryffindor and no Slytherins besides himself, as well as a collective gathering of teachers, one of which Draco had thought he would never see again.
Remus Lupin, a werewolf that had been his DADA teacher third year. He and his father had been the reason Lupin had been relived of his position, after they had disclosed his condition. Draco regretted it, he had done so much to hurt other people before he had met Ginny, and in a sense she was his salvation. Snape of course was there; he had been the one encouraging Draco to join the Order all along. For the past month Draco had been feeding him information from his father about the Dark Lord's plans. Ginny slipped her hand into Draco's, and gave it a tight squeeze. He soon knew why.
Her brother as well as Potter where shooting murderous glances at him, oh god the whole school probably knew about them getting back together. Ginny was worth it but his life would be hell as soon as he got back to Hogwarts. It was only a matter of time before his father found out about their relationship. That would be even worse; he needed all the time he had to come up with some sort of plan. The only problem was that he had no idea where to start.
Ginny lead him over towards an empty corner to the side of the room. Dumbledore called the Order to quiet down and listen, and everyone gathered around the old wizard. "Now before we begin I would like to introduce one of our newer members Mr. Draco Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy has been assisting us for some time now, but has just recently requested to join the Order."
"Yeah, so he can turn us over to Voldemort." There was an uncomfortable stir among the crowd as none other then Harry Potter stepped forward.
"Mr. Potter I am aware that you and many of the other Gryffindor students are not exactly on good terms with Mr. Malfoy, but I would ask you all to trust my judgment."
Another man Draco recognized as Mad Eye Moody, who was supposed to be their teacher two years ago, spoke up. "All the same Dumbledore, I think we would all sleep better at night knowing that this young man can do us no harm. I think that some sort of test is in order."
Dumbledore turned his eyes on Draco. "It is up to Mr. Malfoy if he wishes to give his consent, but as far as I'm concerned he doesn't need to prove anything, Mad-Eye."
It angered Draco that they where doubtful of his allegiance, it had always angered him. He knew they wouldn't trust him if he didn't take the test, though something in him strongly objected to it. "I'll take the test." He announced so that everyone in the room could hear him.
"You don't have to do anything." Ginny whispered softly in his ear.
"I know," he said wrapping one arm tightly around her and pulling her closer to him. It felt as if they had never been apart. " I have too, it's the only way they'll trust me."
Moody's eye wandered to the back of his head before quickly coming around and stopping on Draco. It was uncomfortable but Draco stared right back at him, the magical eye piercing through something much deeper than just his outward appearance. "Well are we going to get this over with or not?"
Mad-Eye grunted, hauling Draco out of the room by the collar of shirt. The last thing Draco saw before he the door slammed shut behind them was the smug and amused look on Potter's face. He would laugh when Draco would end up being the one to save his ass.
Once they were behind closed doors, Mad-Eyed seemed much more threatening then he had been in a room filled with other people. "Accio chair!" He growled and a large, stiff backed, wooden chair hurled itself at Draco cause him to lose his balance and practically fall on to it. "Now Malfoy, drink this!" He pulled out a blue crystal flask and rudely shoved it into Draco's face.
Draco held the bottle in his hand examining the delicate little container. "I'm not drinking anything until you tell me what the hell is in it!"
Moody laughed quietly to himself. "Well at least you're not entirely stupid. It's Vertiserum. If you drink the potion, then any question I ask you, you'll have to answer truthfully."
Draco grasped the lid and pulled it off with a loud pop. "I have nothing to hide," he said pouring potion into his mouth. The liquid gave him a cool, tingling feeling as it slid down his throat. He looked up at Mad-Eye giving him a defiant stare. He wouldn't let this man know how much he really intimidated him. "Go ahead, I don't have all day."
Moody grunted. "Is your name Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"Is are your parents Narcissa and Lucious Malfoy?"
"Yes."
"Is your father a Death Eater?"
"I thought we already established that. Yes"
"Is your mother a Death Eater?"
"Hell no."
"What house are you in at Hogwarts?"
"Slytherin."
"Do you agree or disagree that most of your "fellow" Slytherins are involved with Voldemort in some way- direct or indirectly?"
"More then 90 percent."
"Are you in love with Ginny Weasley?"
Draco flinched. "Wait a minute I thought-"
Moody got threateningly up into Draco's face. "Answer the question!"
Draco sighed, "Yes, very much."
"Have you ever had sex with her?"
Draco's eyes bulged. "That's none-" Moody forcefully poked Draco in the ribs with the butt of his wand.
"No."
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"What the bloody hell do you think! Yes. Now can we please talk about something else?
"Are you working for Voldemort?"
Draco shook his head in disgust. "No."
"Have you ever been involved with the Dark Lord at one point or another?"
Draco hesitated. "Yes."
Mad-Eye looked at him suspiciously. "How?"
