A/N: You know the drill.

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To Ginny, the words that came out of Draco's mouth were more than unexpected, but not because of the chamber of secrets where Ginny almost died at the hands of Lucius. It wasn't because of blood feuds, or because she was unaware of his visits to see his father, she was the minister's daughter, of course she knew about his monthly visits to Azkaban. She was just surprised that he would not only willingly visit his father, but ask Ginny, not in so many words, but to support him. She knew that his relationship with his father was less than ideal and for him to allow her to see him vulnerable, to trust her even just a little bit was shocking, let alone see him in what was sure to be a very personal setting. Her usually fairly masked face was set in one of surprise.

Draco misinterpreting her look quickly masked his own face and started, "Sorry Weaselette, I should have known better than to think-"

Ginny cut him off with a roll of her eyes and said, "Malfoy, what are you on about? I told you I was going, and that's the end of it. Just because I show a bit of surprise that you're inviting me to see daddy dearest, honestly, some of us do use our faces to show emotion Ferret."

Not only disbelievingly but confused he said, "What?"

"Did I not make myself clear? I know your ego takes up most of your brain space, but do try and keep up. I'll try and spell it out for you and maybe it'll get through, yeah? I. AM. GOING. WITH. YOU. Are we clear now?"

Draco smirked, "Crystal."

"Lovely. This is rather tasty," She said making note to the ratatouille she was eating ravenously. "I'm surprised you eat peasant dishes Malfoy. You must really want to get into my knickers if you're showing me your weaknesses."

"Weaknesses? Ohh no Freckles, I don't have weaknesses, you see, but I like to think that by showing you a bit more of my, shall we say, more endearing side that I'm aiding myself in the cause." He said with a smirk.

Ginny shook her head at his audacity. With an evil glint of her own and a complimentary smirk she said, "Just wait until the end, Ferret, and we'll see who's playing whom."

They proceeded to finish their dishes without a word, only the occasional smirk and disbelieving shake of the head, but not before Draco got a word in of his own.

With raised eyebrows at the obvious challenge of her words he said, "Is that so, Weaselette? Well then, we shall see indeed."

The two walked into the main area to get their person and their wands checked. The main guard said, "Bringing your girlfriend to see your father? I'll be sure to tell your Head Healer, it's a sure sign of improvement."

Ginny opened her mouth to protest but Draco anticipating her reaction grabbed her hand and pulled her off before saying to the guard "Thank you very much. Come along, darling."

Once they were out of earshot Ginny wrenched her hand out from Draco's and gave him a menacing glare.

Draco turned to her saying "Ohh come on." She continued to glare at him. "I'm not awful." She held her gaze before Draco rolled his eyes grabbed her hand and dragged her to the end of the hallway in front of a large door.

Draco's once light demeanor now turned into a cool mask. "Now you don't have to go in, I know that my father…"

Ginny cut him off with a show of her hand, "Malfoy, I'm going in. You invited me, I'm curious, and it's bound to be entertaining once he realizes that you've brought a Weasley to visit."

Draco rolled his eyes before putting up his mask once more. Ginny sensing his need for support, against her better judgment grabbed the hand he had let go once they arrived at the door. Draco turned to her sharply.

"What? You need support and they already think were together, we might as well put on a show. And I know you are dying to get under your fathers skin, what better way than by using me?"

Draco smirked before opening the door.

Upon entering, there was a large magical glass wall, which prevented people from getting in, or out. Through the glass they could see that Lucius had his back turned to them.

"Ah that must be my son and his friend, it's a new month already?"

"Yes Father."

Lucius turned around to look at his two guests, but was less than happy to see a certain red haired female. "Draco."

"Yes Father?"

"Who is this?"

"I believe you already know who she is, Father,"

"Yes, well I was under the impression that my eyes deceived me, so for the sake of my sanity, boy, tell me, who is the girl."

"Ginevra Weasley."

"I see. And what, pray tell, is Miss Weasley doing in my Azkaban cell," he looked down, distastefully, at their hands, "holding your hand no less?"

Lucius expected an answer from his son but before he could answer Ginny's irrational and spitfire tongue took over. "I should think it were obvious Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius couldn't even mask his surprise at the fact that he was being spoken to by the littlest Weasley, "I beg your pardon Miss Weasley?"

"I believe you heard me the first time."

It was Draco's turn to be shocked. His jaw dropped as he turned to look at the little red head next to him.

A taken back Lucius came to his senses, "Well Miss Weasley, I must say that I am impressed. Despite Gryffindors infamous claim to bravery, as well as foolishness, I'm surprised that you had the nerve to speak to the man, who as I'm sure you know, was nearly the cause of your death, only 5 years ago."

Draco who was unaware of this turned sharply to Ginny.

"Yes, well, you're hardly a threat now are you?" she went on.

"Weas-" Draco began in a warning tone.

"Let the girl speak Draco," he said looking sharply at his son. Then, turning back to Ginny in what could only be a daring manner, he said, "Go on."

"There's not really much to say is there? You tried to kill me, you failed and then when Voldy, Tom, the Dark Lord, whatever it is you wish to call him, realized you went and gave away part of his soul, which was then destroyed by the exact same person he was trying to kill, you paid dearly for that mistake didn't you? Not to mention the fiasco at the ministry two years ago where you got yourself locked up in Azkaban the first time because you got your ass handed to you by six kids, including myself. Now you have a blood traitor living in your house, and holding hands with your son, while you rot in a magically enchanted glass wall for the rest of your pathetic existence, so really Mr. Malfoy, what harm is it you think you can bring to me, when every harm you've tried to enact just ended you up in a fix far worse than the one you attempted upon me?"

Lucius began to clap that slow long, mocking clap. "Bravo Miss Weasley, bravo; I am indeed impressed. You would have done well in Slytherin."

"Yes, that's what they tell me."

"Though," he began with a look that screamed treachery, "I wonder what is it you think you are going to gain from being with a Malfoy? The Malfoy bloodline has spent millennia manipulating and ruining the lives of Weasley, so tell me, what makes you think that your Malfoy is different from the ones that came before him? After all, he too carries the Mark, a mark that caused the demise of many of your phoenix fleeting friends. Malfoys are Slytherins by nature Miss Weasley, and a Slytherin always has ulterior motives."

Ginny smiled for several reasons. She smiled because, obviously she and Malfoy were not together, she smiled because she already knew about Draco's ulterior motives, and she smiled because she knew Draco was nothing like the man before them. So, she spoke the truth, only implying the untruth she was sure Lucius didn't want to hear. "Mr. Malfoy, if I am not mistaken, you should recall that my family has spent just as many millennia ruining the lives of Malfoy, so in that respect we're just as equal aren't we? And yes, Draco has the Mark of a Death Eater, and Death Eaters killed the lives of many during the war, but I was part of the Order wasn't I? And I too killed people, so really Mr. Malfoy, how different are we? I enjoy the fact that Draco and I are from rival families, we fight constantly," with a look at Draco and a smirk she continued, "It brings a certain something to our relationship. You know what they say about fighting in a healthy relationship don't you, particularly in regards to the bedroom?" Lucius didn't expect her to be so quick with a response and seemed not to know how to respond, but Ginny didn't give him the chance before stating what was certain to be a shock. "And did you stop to think Mr. Malfoy, that your son was not the only person with ulterior motives?"

Both Malfoys turned to Ginny. While Draco stood with his mouth agape, Lucius was taken back that his plan to manipulate the little Weasley backfired.

"Well, well, well, Miss Weasley, it would seem that I have underestimated you."

"Yes, well, it seems that you've missed a lot in your absence from the rest of the wizarding world."

"Indeed, it would appear that I have, but as you said earlier while my son has become a blood traitor and insists upon frolicking about with Weasley, I get to rot in my cell, unaffected by the waste the wizarding world has become."

"I do believe you misunderstood my words, Mr. Malfoy," Ginny said coolly.

Lucius turned his head ever so slightly with a small narrow of his eyes said, "What is it about your initial rant that you think I misunderstood, I thought you made yourself quite clear."

"Ah, yes, well, it was a small trick of the word you see, you assumed I was calling Draco a blood traitor."

"Weren't you?"

"Oh no, not at all, you solidified the necessity of blood status quite fervently, he's still the condescending bastard he's always been in that aspect. Pure blood all the way with him, no doubt about it, now though, he'll at least associate himself with blood traitors."

"I see, then what exactly did you mean, Miss Weasley?" he stated dangerously.

"Exactly as I said, you've got a blood traitor living in your house and a blood traitor holding the hand of your son."

Lucius turned sharply, while Draco's eyes, if possible, got even larger. He couldn't believe that she was deliberately bating his father, or that his father was taking the bait. Draco was certainly enjoying the show, glad that Ginny took it upon herself to do all the talking, but it wasn't any less of a shock that she was beating Lucius at his own game of word play manipulation. He was thoroughly pleased that Blaise went off to have a fit and he thought to take the Weaselette on a visit to see "Daddy." It was proving to be one of the best decisions he ever made.

"I beg your pardon? What exactly do you mean there is a blood traitor living in my home?"

"It's exactly as I said isn't it? But what do you care, it's like you said yourself, while you rot in your glass little cage, you remain unaffected by the waste the wizarding world has become."

Lucius narrowed his eyes, "Miss Weasley, who exactly is living under my roof?"

Ginny smiled before saying, "I should have thought it obvious, Mr. Malfoy."

"Well it would appear otherwise wouldn't it?" he gritted out in a tone that would have made anyone run away in fear.

Her smile even more devious than before, she said brightly, "Since you asked Mr. Malfoy, I shall tell you."

When she didn't immediately respond, Lucius impatiently stated, "Well?"

She looked directly at him, devious smirk, evil glint and all and said, "I am."

Ginny knew what she was implying. She knew that he was bound to believe that she was living in the Malfoy residence over some romantic fling that she and Draco were having, as he couldn't have possibly known that she was only visiting as long as it took to paint a few portraits. Both Draco and Ginny, hell, everyone in the wizarding world for that matter, knew that a Weasley/Malfoy relationship was hardly a reasonable thought. But Ginny was a Gryfferin, bold and devious by nature, and she could hardly let this opportunity pass, even if she were able to control her tongue, especially considering all that he had done to her family.

"I see." Miss Weasley I believe it is time for you and my son to leave."

"As you wish, I'll see you around Mr. Malfoy, it has been," she smirked, "a pleasure speaking with you."

With a sneer, Lucius responded, "likewise, Miss Weasley."

Taking Ginny's hand Draco said to his father, "Nice to see you again father." Lucius didn't respond.

Lucius watched the two walk out of his magical confinement ward hand in hand. Lucius was a clever man, despite his actions that lead to his present whereabouts. Ginny Weasley matched him at his own game flawlessly, but there was something going on and he was sure to find out. Lucius wasn't allowed contact outside of his cell, only visitors that came to him, which were few and far between. The only reason his son visited at all was due to mandatory regulations that allowed him the freedom from sitting in an Azkaban cell himself. He didn't know how he was going to do it, but he had made greater miracles happen, and he'd be damned if he didn't make this one come happen too. Lucius lost many things with the war, but his touch, he did not.