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BARON RÖNNSKÄR

CHAPTER 2 DRACO'S PROBLEM AND SOLUTION

When Ron Weasley opened his eyes next day he was greeted by what he thought was the most beautiful sight: his future wife. Hermione was still sleeping, her head on his shoulder. Ron looked her brown bushy hair and her relaxed face. He thought they looked relaxed now that she was sleeping, instead of thinking so much. Ron wouldn't mind if he could stay in this moment for the rest of eternity. He felt he was such a lucky bastard. After all she had agreed to marry him last night, hadn't she? And Ron of all the people knew that Hermione could have had anyone. He almost felt sorry for peoples like Victor Krum, but just almost.

How weird that I should be awake before her, he thought.

There was a knock on the door. Ron heard his mother's voice.

"Ron, could you come down? There is someone here to see you" he heard Molly Weasley saying.

Ron tried to get off the bed without waking Hermione. He didn't succeed.

"Where are you going?" said her sleepy voice.

Ron couldn't help but grin when he saw her brown eyes. He gave her kiss to a cheek. "I'm just going downstairs. Someone wants to talk to me. Go back to sleeping" he said gently.

Ron dressed quickly and went down stairs. There were two young aurors waiting for him, he didn't recognise neither.

"Ronald Weasley?" another one of them asked.

"Yes" Ron replied.

"Will you follow us please to the Ministry of Magic?" the auror said.

To say Ron was little stunned by this would have been understatement. "May I ask why?" he asked.

"That is not for me to say" auror answered. "Will you please follow us?"

Seeing that he couldn't really do anything else Ron took his jacket and a sandwich his mother had made obviously hearing this all.

"Don't worry, mother. It's probably nothing" Ron said assured. Still, when he and aurors disapparated (AN: is this rightly written?) away, Molly Weasley couldn't help but feel worried. At the same time upstairs Hermione Granger also felt that something was wrong.

At the ministry:

Draco Malfoy was alone in the prosecutor's office. As no one could see him he allowed himself to smile instead of smirking. After all his life had turn out quite good. Though his father had been executed as a Death Eater, Draco had been cleared from all the charges. When the final battle had come Draco had stand on the side of light against all the death eaters and with his information they had captured several of them and finally even located some of Voldemort's horcruxes. Even when half of the Malfoy wealth had been taken he still had more money then most people will earn in their lifetime. Both he and his mother Narcissa had been cleared and now he had the job as the prosecutor's assistant. Given the time he would become nominated to some important position and clear the family name.

To Draco's surprise doors were suddenly opened and in came former minister of magic; Cornelius Fudge.

"Ah, mister Malfoy" he said. He was smiling but Draco could see something was troubling him. Fudge was in the middle of the campaign been pointed back at the position as the ministry of magic.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fudge but the prosecutor isn't here" Draco started to say.

"I know, I know. It's actually you I have been looking for. You see I have slight problem and I need your help, your…expertise" he added. Draco knew that when talk about his "expertise" they meant information about Death Eaters.

"How may I help you?" he offered.

"Well, you see we received an anonymous letter yesterday evening telling that someone had stolen evidence from the ministry. This evidence is apparently a letter of late Mr. Wood's" Fudge informed.

Draco started to panic. "I hope I'm not suspected…"

"Oh no, heavens no" Fudge interrupted him. "I'm afraid we were informed that the letter was stolen by one Ronald Weasley".

Draco hadn't seen this one coming. He took a few seconds before speaking again. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Mr. Weasley is on his way here at the moment. As he is close friend of Harry Potter we are not going to have an official hearing. This will be of the record, behind the closed doors. I want you to question him and find out what is true. It's probably a mistake but as you know, we have to check it. In the middle of election…" Fudge mumbled the last bit more to himself then to Draco.

Draco understood Fudge's delicate position and, as a true Slytherin, immediately understood that if needed he could use this old man. But there was still one question to be asked. "What if the worse is to happen and Weasley is traitor" he asked.

"In that case he shall be treated as a criminal" Fudge said firmly. After the final battle none of the Death Eaters had received trial. They had been condemned and the public was happy. Same would go to Ron Weasley if needed.

Draco went to a small room where Ron was already. He was sitting on a chair, two aurors both side of him. Malfoy moved opposite him.

"Morning, Weasley" he offered cold polite.

"Malfoy, why was I brought here?" Ron asked. He knew how big help Malfoy had been during the war but hold still grudge to him.

"Just for you to know, Weasley, this is not an official hearing. The ministry just wants me to ask few questions from you" Draco informed, holding his mask of emotionless. "We received a letter yesterday evening that you would have stolen something from the ministry. Evidence, I understand".

Ron felt his stomach go to knot. Why the bloody hell did I took that letter? I should have known better.

"It's true" Ron mumbled. Draco looked actually surprised now. "I took a letter that was Oliver Wood's. I was planning to ask some "unofficial" sources if they could tell me something about it. It is addressed to some Death Eater but we don't know who".

Draco moved his weight from one leg to the other. "Do you have that letter with you?" he asked.

Ron took the letter from his jacket where it had been all night. Draco snapped it from him and read it. As he read his blood turned cold and he could feel how his goals disappeared from his sight. Elisabeth! Why it had to be addressed to her? If they know who she is…! His mind was spinning.

"Did you already make those inquiries?" Draco asked.

"No, I was planning to do them today".

"Have you showed this letter to anybody? To Potter or Granger…?"

"No, they don't even know I have it" Ron said. "'Mad-Eye' Moody told me in St. Mungos that he had found this letter in Wood's private stuffs. He told me to look into it, just few hours before he died to his injuries".

"And the late Moody was the only one to know about this? Nobody else knows, not Lupin or…?" Draco left thee question open.

"No, nobody else" Ron said, starting to look really red.

Malfoy put the letter to his pocket. "This will stay at the ministry and you are free to go" he said.

Ron rose from his chair. "Thanks, Malfoy" he said. Draco gave a signal to the aurors behind Ron and in a second Ron was on the floor, unconscious. Fudge came in, looking ill.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Fudge, that we have a traitor here" Draco said.

"Damn" Fudge mumbled. "It's going to be a scandal".

"That's why it's better if we take care of this quietly. Take him to Azkaban now that his unconscious. I'll take care of the press and paper work". He then put a hand to Fudge's shoulder. "You have to be strong now, won't you? A strong minister" he said. This was all it took to make Fudge give the orders.

After that Malfoy destroyed the letter and started to make necessary paper work. Potter and others will raise a riot for this. Well, I'll have to make it look so that they can't do a thing. In a few weeks we can say Weasley has received a dementor's kiss. Malfoy smiled to himself.

He then returned to the Malfoy Manor. As expected his mother was there.

"Draco, shouldn't you still be at the ministry?" Narcissa Malfoy asked.

Draco didn't answer. Instead he blurted: "Oliver Wood was your lover wasn't he?"

Narcissa's smile faded away. "How do you know?"

"Elisabeth was your alias wasn't it? He wrote letters to you, calling you Elisabeth. Well, one of these letters found itself to the ministry".

Narcissa's hand flew to her mouth. Draco waved his hand. "No, mother, don't panic. I took care of it. No-one will ever know about it".

Narcissa was visibly relieved. "You're a good boy, Draco" she said.

"Of course I am, mother. And I'm going to protect our family name. Which is why all your contacts to your old friends, must be cut off. From this day forward I will be taking care of you and you won't disappear from my sight again. My position in ministry will not be jeopardising".

Narcissa seemed to be taken back by this. "Don't you trust your own mother, Draco?" she asked.

"This is not about trusting, this is about surviving" he said coldly.

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