Draco walked back inside of his house, soaking wet. It had started to pour in the middle of his walk home from work and he was now drenched. He walked into the kitchen, leaving behind another layer of muddy footprints on his hallway floor, to find a small redhead asleep in a chair next to the kitchen table. Draco smiled slightly at the picture of innocence lying with her head on her arms before walking into his room to quickly shower and change.

When he walked back out Ginny hadn't moved. Draco smiled again and pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup from the cupboard. He had found out from one of the muggle mothers who lived near him that chicken soup was the best thing to eat when you were sick. Of course at the time Draco had been suffering from a nasty head cold, but had still refused aid from one of the muggle doctors in the town. The mother had tut-tutted at his dislike of doctors and had brought over a large bowl of soup. It was actually pretty amazing what you could learn from muggles. The soup had cleared up his stuffed sinuses and he had gotten better soon after.

Ginny stirred quietly and sniffed the air appreciatively. It smelled like chicken soup, a personal favorite when she was feeling under the weather.

She had woken up before Draco had returned from work and had gotten very bored. She had slowly and painfully worked her way into the kitchen and had collapsed at the table. She had promptly fallen asleep from too much exertion and was still there now, smelling chicken soup.

Ginny slowly raised her head to see the strangest thing ever. Draco Malfoy, the Draco Malfoy, was walking around the kitchen in a white frilly apron and was covered head to toe in flour. Ginny giggled quietly. Draco whipped his head around to look at her and grimaced.

"I was hoping that I would be able to get cleaned up before you woke up. I didn't want you to see me when I cook." He grumbled good-naturedly.

"Its just…" Ginny giggled, "I never thought I'd see the day when Draco Malfoy not only cooked for himself, but wore an elegant apron in the process. How exactly did you get completely covered in flour?" Ginny started to laugh uncontrollably. Draco looked at himself and sighed.

"I guess you're right. Malfoys are horrible at cooking." He shook his head and turned back to the boiling soup.

They had just finished dinner, which had been surprisingly good, when Ginny turned her laughter filled eyes on Draco. He watched as her eyes lost their happy luster.

"Explain." It was just one word, but Draco knew what it meant. She was finally ready to hear his explanation.

"Very well then," Draco sighed. "It was on the second to last night of Christmas vacation. I was packing up my trunk for school in two days when my father walked in.

"Draco! Get your black cloak. It's time for you to join with you betters. All of your little friends will be joining us tonight." Lucius yelled at his suddenly stunned son. "You have five minutes to get ready." He walked out with a swish of his expensive robes.

Draco stood up from his prone position and ran toward his desk. He and Blaise had known that they were going to be initiated soon so they had a plan of escape.

Draco grabbed a pre-written letter, attached it to his owls' leg and threw it out of the window. Hopefully Blaise would receive the letter with enough time to get away.

With only two minutes left, Draco rushed into his closet and pulled out his broom. He ran to the open window and jumped out, pulling the broom under himself as he fell. Draco sped off into the horizon only to feel his broom jerk backwards suddenly. He looked behind himself and gasped. Standing in the window, wand outstretched, was his father.

"Draco," Lucius hissed. "How dare you try to tarnish my family name by trying to avoid your fate. Imperious!"

Draco felt weightless and mindless. All he had to do was fly back into the window. It was simple. Draco floated back into the window. The wonderful emptiness didn't disappear. All he had to do was put on the back cloak and walk down into the dungeons.

The emptiness didn't disappear until Draco was chained to the wall in the Malfoy dungeons by his own hands and Voldemort was there asking him for his vows of allegiance to the dark lord. He was gratified to see that Blaise had not been inducted as a Death Eater. At east something had gone right tonight.

"And now," Draco finished with a final sigh, "Blaise is the only one I trust enough to know where I've been hiding for the past two years."

Ginny sobbed and wiped away a tear. "Oh I'm so sorry Draco. I should have listened to you when you first tried to tell me. Can you ever forgive me?"

Draco smiled slightly. "How could I ever blame you?"

"As touching as this moment is Draco, I need to talk with you now." A voice called from the doorway. Both Ginny and Draco jumped and turned to the door. Blaise Zabini stood in the door, scowling heavily. "I would like to know how she got here, but there are more pressing matters at hand. Draco, your father escaped from prison last night. The Parkinson's admitted, under a strong Veritaserum, that he was going to murder someone for betraying him to the Aurors. The only person I can think of who has betrayed the elder Malfoy is you."

Draco sighed sadly. "I had hoped that something like this wouldn't happen, but knowing my father, he is already on his way here." Draco stopped to think for a moment before adding, "Do you know if they have found Ginny's wand?"

Blaise nodded. "They found it and are using the magical source on it to try and pinpoint her location. What do you want me to do?"

Draco looked at Ginny with a lifted eyebrow. "Do you think your brother can refrain from killing me long enough for us to capture my father?" He asked.

Ginny shrugged. "If we send him a letter telling him all about how you saved my life and about how happy I am with you, Ron might consider it." Ginny shook her head sadly. "I suppose we have no choice do we? We are going to need the extra strength to be able to capture your father. We have to try."

Draco nodded curtly and turned to look at Blaise. "Go and get Ginny's wand, I don't care how. When you get back we will have a letter written for you. You will need to deliver the letter to Ron Weasley immediately. Don't worry about secrecy. Then, if you want to, come back here and help me to kill my father."

Blaise nodded and went over to the fireplace. He was gone in a flash of floo powder. Draco grabbed some parchment, and bottle of ink, and a quill and started to write.

Dear Ron Weasley/My older brother Ron,