I do not own any of these characters. Inspired by J.K Rowling.

The weekend went by and Draco got to see Pansy a few hours on Saturday. He practiced the art of undoing and doing up her bra, with a bit of fooling around in between. It was hard to fool around with her mother popping in every so often with snacks though. Lots and lots of snacks…

Monday arrived and Draco began his usual routine with Snape again. Draco paid close attention to all his movements, and actions for any signs of change. He wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for, but perhaps a sniffle or a cough would indicate a cold.

"Draco, may I remind you that you are organising shelves, NOT STARING AT ME."

"Sorry…"

It was the third time today Snape had to remind the boy to focus. He didn't know what had gotten into him.

"I am leaving for a few minutes, continue working on those shelves, you are only at the letter M and that is weevil larvae not maggots. Try again."

When Snape left, Draco waited two minutes before riffling through his desk. Perhaps there was some sort of note or letter that could indicate his whereabouts on Thursday. The first few drawers had nothing but a few vials and dust. One had a stack of potions notes…

"I leave for three minutes Draco Malfoy and you are already investigated my office."

Draco's eyes enlarged with fear. He said he would be gone for a few minutes, not three minutes, what could he have done in three minutes. It takes three minutes to get to the front door. Then he saw it, the hint of bandages underneath his sleeve on his left hand. How could he have hurt his own left arm? Thursday..Thursday… the night before was Wednesday, the meeting. It all came in a rush of thoughts. The potion, he ruined the potion, he was almost done, the potion for Wednesday the dark lord. Oh My God The Dark Lord.

Snape must have been able to read the boys thoughts because he grabbed Draco's shoulders and told the boy to calm down.

"No, it's my fault!"

"Draco it's ok."

"No I could have gotten you killed. Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Sit Draco, breathe, in through your nose out through your mouth."

"But sir!"

"Breath Draco."

"No no no."

Draco was beginning to turn pale and shake. He felt so many emotions run through him at once, anger, fear, guilt, pain. His eyes began to mist, and he couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" The boy cried. He hadn't lost this much control over himself for years. He felt ashamed but couldn't help it.

"Draco, it's ok, it wasn't intentional." He grabbed a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Draco. He never realised how many emotions the boy still had. Obviously he wasn't as much like his father as people thought.

Draco began to steady himself. He could feel Severus's hands on his shoulders. He looked up at the man, to see a slight expression of sympathy and possibly relief.

"Is this why you've been so unfocused all day? You were worried there was something wrong."

"Well it's very unlikely for you to have nothing for me to do. I mean you've never cancelled a detention before."

"Draco this isn't school. It's very kind that you were worried but that gives you no reason to go through my personal belongings."

"I know sir, I just wanted a clue."

"Draco, what am I going to do with you?"

Snape tried to think up a punishment. It was simpler when he was younger, a few swats over the knee was all it took. Although technically he could still spank him and would if necessary, it was just harder with the older ones. His intentions were good but that doesn't excuse his rude behaviour.

"Draco, go stand in the corner with your face towards the wall."

He thought he would just make him stand in the corner for an hour and see how his legs would feel after that. Draco walked over the corner facing the wall and thought about what he did. He was just happy his godfather was not too angry with him and still alive. By the end of the hour his legs were sore and shaky, and he was getting very bored.

"Draco, come here." Snape said in his very monotone voice.

"Yes?"

"Before I let you go back to sorting the shelves I want to talk to you about something. Sit. Now I know you and Ms. Parkinson are very… close… but that doesn't mean you have to rush anything."

Draco began to blush, he wasn't entirely sure what Severus meant but if it was, what he thought it was…

"I saw you and Pansy go into the woods alone. I assumed you were doing something private together. I didn't see anything, but I have taught many teenage boys in my life time."

Draco felt slightly horrified.

"All I'm saying is be careful, women are fragile things. Know what you are doing."

Snape finally allowed Draco to go back to organising the stock room, much to Draco's relief.

The week went by without any more intrusions. He continued to write letters back and forth to Pansy. He told her how Snape saw them going into the forest. She asked Draco to write back everything he said with his exact tone. Draco thought she was over reacting but tried to remember all he could. Apparently Pansy wasn't entirely pleased with his answers but he couldn't remember anymore.

The next meeting was set for Friday, according to Daphne, the last day of Draco's grounding. He sent out letters to all his friends about meeting up at his place this time. Apparently it was his turn to have everyone over.

At around 10.30pm everyone snuck in through the window or by the floo network. No one brought fire whiskey this time but someone brought an empty bottle for spin the bottle. Draco tried avoiding the game as long as possible until Milicent practically forced everyone to sit in a circle. They weren't sure if it was coincidence that the first person Milicent had to kiss was Montague but the game continued. Pansy let out a squeal when Daphne had to kiss Crabbe. It was then that they heard his mother yelling up the stares in a harsh whisper.

"Draco, I don't know what that was but you better keep it down up there…." And when she opened the door, she saw the circle of teenagers. "Oh dear… well apparently the meeting was moved to our house tonight. I assumed it wouldn't have bothered you since you are still grounded. I recommend.."

"Narcissa you know he doesn't like…" Lucius cut her off and that's when he saw the group of teenagers. "Draco!"

"What Draco misbehaving again? I told you Narcissa that if you didn't cuddle him so much." Bellatrix was now standing at the top of the staircase.

"Silence Bellatrix." Everyone froze at the sound of the snake like voice.

"I'm sorry master, I wasn't aware you were there." Bellatrix sobbed back.

"I am not happy when my meetingsss are disssrupted. I would assume by this age, the children would know right from wrong. Everyone downstairsss now." rasped Lord Voldemort voice through out the house.

Everyone's, including the adults, faces turned pale. Lucius motioned for everyone to stand and follow him downstairs. None of the Slytherin's had any idea what they were in for.