Two of a Kind:: A Draco Malfoy Romance Chapter 9: The Interrogation, a harry potter fanfic

Two of a Kind

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Chapter 9: The Interrogation

Draco's pov

I was astonished that Pia would leap on me like that, and to top it off, she kissed me like there was no tomorrow. Dumbledore rose with the Gryffindors and the Hufflepuffs. The Ravenclaws were silent, and the Slytherins hissed. Professor Snape smiled at us before a strange look came over his face, and he left the room silently. I looked to see where she and I could sit, and as I led Pia to our typical seats at our own table, the Slytherins already sitting there moved to assure that we would not be able to sit there.

I raised my wand threateningly, but Granger came up behind us.

"Draco, Persiopeia, perhaps you would care to join us at our table? I just know I'll never finish my Potions essay without your insight," Hermione said, trying to give us a dignified out of the situation.

"Yes, thank you, Hermione. Perhaps the Gryffindors are brave enough to see what's right in front of their faces, hmm? Much braver than this lot, I do believe," Pia said, and she took Hermione's arm, latching on my own and dragging me with her to sit with the quad.

"'Pia, perhaps it is not wise to do things our family would take offense to, in regards to our current situation? We've already done so much," I tried to reason with the love of my life, but she was having none of it. Many of the Gryffindors had left the table while Hermione had come to get the two of us, and those that remained gladly made room for the 'guests of Potter' that we were at that point.

We sat next to Hermione and Ron, at the end of the table, and we tried to make pleasant conversation. Hermione filled Pia and me in on what we missed from classes, while Ron informed us what a mistake it would be for us to try to copy Hermione's detailed, legible notes.

"The professors get peeved when people get notes or help from 'Mione. Something about throwing the grades off the curb," Ron said pompously.

"Curve," Hermione corrected immediately.

"Curb, curve, same thing. Just mad," Ron said as he threw an arm around his girl and his sister at the same time. "'s'Why I love you. So smart! Anyways, you better off getting the notes from Ginny, who usually 'translates' them for Harry and me."

"No."

We all turned to look at Ginny.

"Why?" Pia said simply.

"You know why."

Pia's pov

"Look, Ginny, if you don't want to help, fine. Don't. There's already so much bad blood between you four and us two, why not make it worse? It's not like we're asking you to be a decent human being, we know that would be too much. We're not even asking you to be civil. Just for you to help. But if you can't stand the thought of doing something unselfishly," I said, and Draco shot me a look that said, 'Are you nuts!'. I winked at him. He'd see shortly.

"Fine. I'll do it. But it doesn't mean we're friends. We're allies, trying to end Zabini's reign of terror over the girls of this school, but that's it. Got it?" Ginny fumed.

"Thanks, Gin," I smiled.

"You can afford to be gracious when you've already won, can't you?" Harry chuckled as Ginny stormed off, presumably to get the notes for me.

"She's upset because she hates Slytherins and other high-profile families with money, and she wants to help. If she admits to wanting to help, she'll have to accept the fact that while we're not best friends till the end, we are more than allies. We just don't get along," I smiled at Harry, and Draco glared at him for it.

"Come off it, Malfoy. I'm not after your girl. I have a redhead of my own, and one is most times more than enough," Harry laughed out loud, and earned a dirty look from Ron.

"What do you mean by a redhead of your own, Potter?" Ron grated out.

"Oh, don't worry, Ginny knows that I liked you first," Harry teased. Hermione shot him a dirty look. "Ron, there comes a time when a boy sees a girl, and she sees him, and"

"That's enough! I really don't like the idea of Potter and the Weasley princess bedding down together!" Draco shouted, his face turning a sickly shade of green.

"Bedding down together! Harry!" Ron yelled, his face turning bright red. Hermione took Ron's arm and yanked him out of his seat and towards the exit. Harry got up to follow, thought better of it, and headed for the other.

"The quad's gone, and we're still at the Gryffindor table. Tuck in, before the seventh years come in and take offense," Draco said as he piled food onto my plate. I gratefully set to it, and not ten minutes later, we were on to our classes.

Draco's pov

I'll never understand girls, Pia and Ginny in particular. I think that it has something to do with them being redheads, but I'm not quite sure. All I know is that both of them are stubborn, and they would probably make for good friends, if they could stop arguing long enough to see it. Pia and I ate quickly after the quad left, and we headed straight for the Transfigurations classroom, where we expected Professor McGonagall would have left work for us students to do under a proctor in her absence.

When we got to the classroom, the door was open and Filch was inside. We stepped in to see what was going on, and we heard him tell some other Slytherins to leave, and have fourteen inches of parchment by next class on the differences among animagus, were-animals, metamorphagus, and the effects of polyjuice potions. Pia and I were about to turn on our heels and leave, having heard the assignment and not wanting to deal with Filch, but he called out to us as we were almost in the clear.

"Malfoy, Black! Where d'you think yer goin'?" Filch rasped at us. We turned and tried to smile pleasantly.

"We heard the assignment, sir, and we thought we'd head to the library and start on it, instead of making you repeat yourself," Pia said politely, trying not to incite the custodian's wrath.

"Sorry, lass, that'll have to wait. You're to head to Professor McGonagall's office, to sit in on the interrogation. And mark my words, Miss Black, if I have anything to say about it, Zabini will be thrown out on his arse. The name Black is still good, if you ask me," Filch said gruffly. He sat down in the chair by the big desk McGonagall rarely taught from; she preferred to walk around, a more hands-on approach, she'd usually say. We usually said it was the better to swat Slytherins with.

"Thank you, sir. And the name Malfoy?" I said, trying to gain insight on my family's status.

"Not if it's Lucius, my boy. But if it's yours, and you give it to her, then it's fine in my book. Now go, before we all get in trouble," Filch shooed us out, and with a flick of his wand, the door flew shut and locked behind us.

Pia's pov

I blushed furiously at Filch's statements. Sure, I liked Draco, I loved him, but to marry? My family would salivate at the idea; his parents would go through the roof at the idea of another Black marrying in. I smiled at Draco as we headed to Professor McGonagall's office in silence. I stole a quick look at him at we headed from the classroom and wandered in that general direction. I was oddly pleased to see that a faint blush had crept up his cheeks as well.

I really didn't want to go to the interrogation; I didn't want to hear Zabini's twisted version of what had happened to me. When we arrived at McGonagall's door, I stopped in my tracks.

"'Pia, come on. I'm right here with you; you're not doing this alone. We need to make sure that Zabini gets what's coming to him," Draco said kindly, and I gave him a sad smile. "What is it, 'Pia?"

"I love you."

"I know."

"Do you love me? Was Filch right when he said that Malfoy was a good name, if you gave it to me?"

"I love you, Persiopeia Black, and give me a chance to do things right. We have to break your engagement to Zabini and my own to PP, and then I'll get a chance to propose the way you deserve to be proposed to. Alright? But one step at a time," Draco said quietly in an exasperated tone.

I threw myself on Draco and let him hold me for a moment before I pushed the door open to the interrogation.

Draco's pov

I didn't know what had come over Pia. Her face clouded over, and suddenly, she wanted to know if I wanted to marry her. I hadn't really given it as much thought as I should have before I said the things after she woke up, but as soon as she pressed me, the words came out.

Apparently, that was the right thing to say, because Pia threw herself on me and kissed me soundly before we opened the door to the interrogation. I held her close and felt her shiver as we heard voices from deep within McGonagall's set of rooms.

I led Pia into the lit office that was being used for the interrogation. She took a chair, and I took one next to her. Zabini was set in the middle of the room, held in a binding spell by Professor McGonagall herself. A weaker spell held Pansy Parkinson; Crabbe and Goyle were nowhere to be seen, and I figured that they had already been dealt with. Professor Snape held the vials of veritaserum as he eyed Zabini and Parkinson with contempt. At the front of the room, seemingly untouched by the drama unfolding, stood Headmaster Dumbledore, his eyes not twinkling as usual but instead sparking with what could only be called the fire of righteous indignation.

"All are assembled, Headmaster," Snape was the first to speak.

"Then let us begin," Dumbledore said in his powerful voice.

Pia's pov

I sat quietly as the interrogation began. The binding spell was finished off and it held as McGonagall lowered her wand. Snape stepped forward, the veritaserum in his hands; I knew it was veritaserum because Draco had told me what had transpired when he had visited the potions master yesterday. Dumbledore took a seat near the front of the room as Snape advanced on Zabini with the truth potion. Pansy Parkinson shrank back, but Zabini gave me a malicious look and opened his mouth to accept the strangely colored brew.

I held my breath as Zabini chugged the veritaserum. His eyes glazed over, but the evil intent was still visible. Draco put his arm around me and hugged me tighter as Dumbledore began questioning Zabini.

"State your name," Dumbledore began.

"Blaise Zabini."

"House and year."

"Slytherin, 5th year."

"Name of your betrothed."

"Persiopeia Cornelia Black."

"Any enemies you need to tell us about?"

"Draco Malfoy and his clan."

Draco scowled and hissed as he tried to restrain himself. I put my hand on his, which still lay on my shoulder. He settled back into his chair and drew me closer still. Dumbledore looked at him before continuing with the interrogation.

"What was the intent of your kidnapping of Miss Black?"

"To take her for myself and keep her from Draco Malfoy."

"Take her for yourself? Explain."

"I wanted her body, the way she had given herself so willingly to Draco Malfoy. I know she has, and I want that."

"What do you want?"

It was my turn to hiss. This was the opening Zabini had been waiting for. He was going to besmirch my name just for shits and giggles, for his own amusement.

"I want to fuck her. I want to rape her and keep her for myself, the way her father promised I could. She needs to be broken, and Draco can't do the job. He lets her run him, lets her love him and loves her in return. She doesn't deserve that; she is mine to do with as I choose, and if after we marry she doesn't give me an heir soon enough, I'll rid myself of her."

Zabini was coming out of the daze induced by the veritaserum. He was still forced to tell the truth, but now he could do it the way he wants to, the way that will hurt the most. Draco was hanging his head, and I knew he was fuming. It was all he could do not to kill Zabini were he stood.

Snape spoke. "How would you rid yourself of her? Divorce her?"

"Never. She lives as my wife, or not at all. Just ask her father; I don't have to keep her around a day more than I wish to. Besides, her body belongs to me. If I can't have her, no one will!"

Pansy Parkinson's head shot up at Zabini's last statement. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she began to yell.

"He made me make my family betroth me to Draco! I was engaged to Blaise, but he said that if he married her, we could get rid of her, and I could have him! I cast the spell on Zabini so he couldn't hurt her. I'm innocent; Blaise used me, let Crabbe and Goyle use me, to prove that he had the power," Pansy was desperate; she saw what was happening. She and Zabini would be thrown out of Hogwart's and most likely the international wizarding community. She would have to depend on him to take care of her, and she knew that he wouldn't be any kinder to her than he had been to me.

Zabini drowned Pansy out with his recounting of the previous day's events.

"I waited for her. I got impatient, so I went into her room. I saw her things and smelled Draco's scent on everything. I ransacked her room, but I took my time with her panties. They were so delicate, they smelled of her sweetness, but then I smelled his essence on them. I grew angry, but it was just so hot. I pulled out of my own pants and fondled myself, finally releasing on all of her things. It was a right mess, but it passed the time and got rid of his scent."

No wonder Draco had been waiting for me when I got back last night. He must have gone to my room to get something for me and seen the awful mess Zabini described. Obviously, Draco had cleaned up the mess himself as he blamed himself for the whole ordeal; that must have been why he was asleep there when I arrived.

"I heard footsteps near dawn. I knew it was Pia; only she has that delicate footfall usually associated with a sumo wrestler. I stepped outside and waited for her approach. She wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, making her easy prey, instead of just easy as she usually is," Zabini leered at me. I felt my lunch rise in the back of my throat, but I swallowed it silently. "I hit the back of her head and once she was knocked out, I picked her up and carried her to the Shrieking Shack where Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle were already waiting. Pansy was entertaining them as usual. Anything she says about me forcing her to do that is a lie. Yes, I got her drunk and took advantage of her, but everything else she's done on her own or more than willingly."

"That's not true! You're twisting everything! I would never do anything unless I thought it would make you love me!" Pansy cried.

Dumbledore gave Snape a look, and the potions master shot towards Pansy and dumped the contents of the other vial down her throat.

"State your name," Dumbledore said to Pansy, shifting the interrogation.

"Pansy Parkinson." Her eyes were glazed now too.

"House and year."

"Slytherin, 5th year."

"Has Blaise Zabini ever forced you to engage in sexual encounters with any other male?"

"No. Not since he raped me back at the beginning of my first year at Hogwart's. I am older than my peers, and I had been celebrating my early birthday at the Leaky Cauldron when he spiked my drink and led me upstairs; he took me and ever since, I have been in love with him. He has never forced me to have sex with anyone else. I do it because I think he'll love me better for it," Pansy said without emotion.

"My last question for you, Pansy. Who is the father of your child?"

"Blaise Zabini."