Sorry I didn't update yesterday. Work was manic and I didn't get a chance to write in the evening either.

Lost Enchanter was very nice and mentioned my in her story Keep the faith and said that I update regularly so of course as soon as that was mentioned I missed a day lol!

(I'd like to note that I don't feel obliged to return the favour, I'm actually delighted to do so as it is a wonderful story.)

I'll try to update again tomorrow. Thanks as always for your reviews

"Trust me." He whispered in to Pansy's ear as his hand clamped down on her throat harder and harder. She managed a nod at which he choked her until she passed out.

Arthur and Molly were shocked to say the least when they saw an unconscious girl hanging over Draco's shoulder. Ginny ran up to them to explain what happened but as she had no clear explanations why they had happened she just worried her parents. Draco wasn't much more help although he told them he thought it likely that she was caught up with Voldemort or his minions.

"I would suggest getting back and questioning her." Draco said indicating to the girl on his shoulder.

Arthur nodded and they made their way into the leaky cauldron. Arthur discreetly spoke to Tom, the current landlord, and arranged for a special room to be made available for them. He motioned to the rest of the group to follow him and led them to a wooden room with no windows and only the one door. Tom left them with a tray of drinks and took the very loud love birds to another room.

"Put her here." Arthur told Draco, indicating to a high backed mahogany chair. Once Draco had placed her, none too gently, on the chair Arthur indicated that he should join the rest of them in a semi circle of smaller padded chairs opposite the one occupied by Pansy.

Arthur pointed his wand at the raven haired girl and clearly spoke the spell to wake her. "Ennervate."

Pansy's head shot back quickly, her eyes wide as saucers. She jumped up as if to run for the door but several gnarled wooden hands burst forth from the chair and pulled her back down.

"Why did you try to run?" Arthur asked.

Pansy looked scared and confused but also a little feral, like an animal that knows it has been cornered and cannot escape. "Who are you?" she snarled. "Who sent you?"

Draco took off the magical watch. "For the second time today, it's Draco. Now Parkinson, answer the questions or you will seriously regret it."

The others followed suit and removed their charmed clothes. Pansy had a look of relief.

"Weasley's" she laughed and seemed to relax until Draco stood up quickly, causing his chair to shoot backwards with a screech. One look from Draco had Pansy cowering as far back in her seat as she could.

Arthur placed a restraining arm on Draco's shoulder, he could feel the young boy was shaking with anger and wondered what the girl was capable of or had done to him in the past.

In reality Draco was furious at the possibility that Ginny could have been hurt because of Parkinson. Draco was known for having a nasty temper; he just wasn't used to getting annoyed on another person's behalf. But then again he'd never been worried for anyone other than himself and his Mother. How does that tiny red head have such an effect on me?

"I think you should tell us what you know young lady. Draco seemed to think you were working for you know- For Voldemort." Arthur still found it hard to say the name but forced himself to do so.

Pansy looked as if she might spit at Arthur but she looked at Draco and bowed her head in defeat.

She explained in an almost toneless monologue that she had been told to wait around the shops until she sensed that a powerful witch or wizard was nearby. Once she knew this she had a few different tricks to pull depending on where that person headed. One was a spell she had been taught to release the spider in the menagerie, another was to cause a bookshelf to fall near the unsuspecting wizard should they be in the book shop and so on.

All these things were to force or scare them into the street where Pansy was to let out a whistle to signal a couple of Death Eaters who would spring out on their brooms and take the witch or wizard captive. Once they were taken they would be tortured to see if they knew any information about the Order and if not they would be put under the imperious curse to do Voldemort's bidding.

"You bitch." Yelled Draco, springing towards her with his hands outstretched. Arthur and Molly managed to grab him back before he could reach her and Molly tutted quietly. "Honestly Draco, such language!"

Despite the situation he was in Draco found his mouth apologising before his brain could engage. How is it that the Weasley women have such control over me and the dangerous female in this scenario is cowering in a corner from me?

"As soon as Voldemort found out I could sense the strength of magic in someone he sent people to find me. It was do as I was told or death Draco. What could I do?" Pansy hung her head. Draco knew at school that she had never seemed too keen on the whole Death Eater business but pretty much did as she was told.

"Well now you are dead. To them anyway. Congratulations." Draco muttered before sitting back down. He looked away and Ginny caught a look of regret and sadness in Pansy's eyes at his dismissal of her.

"Was it the shop keeper that told you about us?" Ginny asked. Pansy looked up at her with hatred. "That simpleton? No he's nothing but a mindless fool who gets on far too well with those animals if you ask me."

"Well it was that simpleton who warned us something was up." Draco snapped. "I've a good mind to go back and let that spider loose on you."

Pansy shuddered and looked imploringly at the furious blond. "Please, Draco. How can I make it up to you? You know I just wanted to be left alone. If you let me go then I'll hide myself from everybody, I just can't stand you hating me."

Draco felt a tiny pang of empathy for her. Why do I choose now to suddenly get emotions? After all, he had tried to do a horrific thing under the orders of the Dark Lord. Was what she did much worse?

"How many?" He asked. Pansy looked confused. "How many people did you condemn to torture and worse?"

Finally Pansy's hard shell broke, she started sobbing and shaking. "Four." She managed to croak out. "Four people and may I be damned for it." She threw her hands over her eyes as if to shut out the world and wept into the arm of the chair.

Draco felt so sorry for this pathetic creature that he took a glass of water from their tray and gently handed it to her. Pansy looked up in surprise that he would perform such a kind act. "You've changed." She whispered, Draco merely nodded and turned to the others.

"This could have been me." He said quietly.