Here it is, just like I promised. I'm sorry that it's a little late, but I got caught up with reading other fan fictions. These things are addicting little buggers. Well here is what you all have been waiting so patiently for, enjoy. Chapter Five


Draco's POV:

"Draco, pay attention!" Bellatrix shrieks from across the room. I look up at her, forgetting what I was doing altogether until the pathetic whimpers of yet another house elf reaches my ears. Oh yes, I was just about to torture the miserable creature within an inch of its life. Silly me to forget such an important task but I had only repeated the process thirteen times this morning!

"We've been at this for hours, Aunt Bellatrix," I hiss under my breath as I glare daggers at the small creature.

"And I suppose you think I care?" She cries in mockery. "I'm not your pathetic mother, boy. I refuse to coddle you like she did. Crutio!" She swings her wand from me to the house elf in a flash of an eye.

I watch as the creature writhes and screams in agony upon the hard wood floor. It could have been me. It should have been me. But after ten minutes strait of it undergoing the curse I was happy that it wasn't me.

"Avarda Kedarva," She then says nonchalantly after a few more moments. By this time the screams had already died down until they were practically non-existant. I actually believed the house elf died way before she hit it with the killing curse. It scared me how she didn't even notice and if she did, she certainly didn't care.

"Are we done?" She shrugs and turns towards the door.

"Until I find more house elves." I nod and watch as she leaves the room, leaving me with yet another dead body.

A moment goes by. I'm just staring at the body. I don't feel much for it. After all it's just a house elf but all the same I feel a sense of grievance. They were merely servants, placed on this earth to serve people, nothing more, nothing less. I suppose I just didn't believe that they should be used as mindless test dummies. But all the same it was better them than me.

I nodded solemnly and made my way towards the door. I knew once I left another house elf would come to collect the body. I imagined that they had made a cemetery for their kind somewhere on the grounds. At least I hope they did something in that manner. But I didn't think of it often. It was useless to fill my head up with drivel such as house elf funerals. I have more important things to occupy my time with.

I sigh and think of an example. It was nearly ten. Hmm, I had been up rather early this morning, thanks to my Aunt. She had traipsed into my room at a quarter to four and demanded that I start my lessons at once. This all meant that I had not fed Ginny. Which meant there was a good chance of us seeing each other. My stomach clenched at the thought

Ever since our last meeting, I had made a point of it to wake myself up around four, sneak into the kitchens, and actually manually make her breakfast since the house elves weren't even at work yet. I would then slip it under the door completely unnoticed and wonder back into my room only to repeat the process again the next day.

I did this all to make my presence completely unknown to her. Which, coincidently, made her presence relatively unknown to me. Truth be told, I didn't trust myself around her. Every time I tried to have her see me as a better person I ended up making myself look shoddier. It was just easier not having to see each other. That way I could go back to my reasonably normal life and forget that she had ever been apart of it.

For a month or more I had done this and it had gone off without a hitch. Damn Bellatrix and her persistent attempts in making me a perfect little mindless droid. I heaved a great sigh and walked grudgingly towards the direction of the kitchen.

I crept down the corridor through the various shadows that lingered on the wall. I doubted that I would be noticed. On a normal basis I was noted as if I was a common house fly but still the fear that I would be found wondering slithered into my mind.

Taking a quick look over my shoulder, I dashed across the hall into a hidden passage that was commonly used by the house elves. Once I knew I was hidden between the walls I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't know what the punishment was to be caught out of my room during the day but I didn't want to find out. So as quiet as I could I made my way through the channel to the kitchen.

I was not even a foot away from the door, when a house elf came up from behind me scaring the living shit out of me.

"Bloody fucking hell," I hiss, turning towards it with a death glare. The poor little creature cowered before me as if I had just done something truly terrible to it. I scoffed. Too bad it didn't know what I was capable of.

"Dippy is sorry for startling master. Dippy did not mean to." The creature bows until its pointed nose is touching the floorboards.

"Yes, yes," I snap impatiently. I really didn't have time for this nonsense. And besides, speaking with them only made me feel worse about torturing them. Merlin, for all I know this 'Dippy' would be my next victim.

It looks up at me with wide eyes and looks as if it's contemplating about what to say next.

"C-can Dippy do anything for Master?" I raise an eyebrow critically. This one was odd…not that they all weren't, but this one was defiantly queer.

"Err yes." She beams as I say this and looks up at me waiting for my next word as if waiting for her next breath of air. I don't know how the Dark Lord can handle this kind of power on a daily basis when just having a house elf waiting on me gave me the creeps. "I missed breakfast this morning." Her whole face lights up as if I had told her the meaning of life. This was why I got up so early to make Ginny's breakfast myself even if it was just eggs and toast.

"Come with Dippy master Malfoy," she or he, I don't care what, ushers me into the kitchen where a hundred more elves waited to be asked to serve. My intensions were to get a plate of food and get out of here as fast as I could. "What could Dippy get for master?"

"Whatever was served for breakfast, I don't care." It nods and sits me in a corner at a miniature wooden table then rushes off into the vastness of the chaos. I sit and listen to the clings and clangs to occupy my mind, seeing as there wasn't anything else I wanted to think about at the moment. I closed my eyes, and just started to relax a bit when I was called back to attention.

"Here you are, Master," I take what's handed to me. A huge platter of sausage, eggs, toast with blackberry jam, two fluffy pancakes and several kippers on the side. It was more than what I normally gave her but truth be told I wouldn't mind making her more if only I knew how.

It was a wonder that I even knew how to make eggs. Chores were beneath me. One of the first rules to being a Malfoy was to learn how to enjoy being waited on and to never expect anything less then what you deserve, which was the best.

Odd how my father taught me this when he was a lowly servant of the Dark Lord that was not even worthy enough to lick the scum from his toes. I smirk with the thought and get back to my point with making eggs, which was I don't need to be a potions master to know how to fry an egg.

"Will master be needing anything more?" I shake my head 'no'

"This will be fine." The house elf bows till it's crooked nose meets the floor then disapparates with a little 'pop'. I take this as my cue to leave before I attract any unwanted attention from the rest of them.

I sneak away back through the door that I came in from, which will lead me back into the hidden servant passageway. When I was younger I use to hide and travel through the tunnels to get where I wanted to go without ever being spotted. I thought it was great fun slithering through the house, invisible to my mother and father's eyes.

As I grew older though, I grew out of the faze of hiding away. More and more I wanted to be seen but try as I might I had became invisible to my parents. It was funny how my childhood wish came true. And even though I had not been through these long dark corridors since I was twelve, I knew all the passageways by heart and knew exactly where they would take me.

Taking a sharp turn in the dark to the right, I came to a small hidden door. It opened right behind the statue of Salazar Slytherin that stood in the commons area.

Opening the door a crack, I peeked out to see if anyone was in view. No one was. Everyone had an assigned place they were suppose to be and they were to stay there until they were summoned.

I was supposed to stay in my room. I usually did, unless I ran out of books. So when this happened I would daringly sneak to the Library. It would take all of my willpower to make it back up to my boring room though.

The Library was my favorite room in the whole house. I use to go right after breakfast and stay all day, just pleasuring myself with book after book. I had probably read more than that filthy mudblood, Granger. The difference between her and me though (besides the obvious) was that I didn't have the need to raise my hand one hundred times in one class period to know that I was brilliant. I liked to keep that little tid-bit to myself, that way no one badgered me for help when exams rolled around.

Sighing, I tried to forget about the Library once I reached my own room. I had at least five or six novels I hadn't read yet hidden under a floorboard in my closet anyways. One of which was a muggle book called 'Lord of The Rings'. I remember Snape once telling me that it was a History book that a muggle had found and decided to pass of as a fictional book. I doubt even Granger knew this.

I ignored everything in my room as I walked in. I wanted to fall on top of my bed and borough into the covers and never come out again but I knew if I did this Ginny would starve to death. Maybe I would be doing her a favor then. 'No, your morbid freak' my mind shouts at me. I shrug.

"It was just a suggestion." Great, now I'm talking to myself. It wasn't uncommon though. This had been the loneliest summer of my life. True, I didn't often talk to my parents, and yes, I didn't actually have any real friends but I did have a life.

During my holidays I would spend my time at Blaise Zambini's summer home in the south of France practicing quiddich or at Pansy Parkinson's cozy cottage in the Swiss Alps working on my, shall we say make-out skills.

Now I wasn't a real friend to either of them, but they offered company and entertainment to say the least. They were what a normal teenager needed. They were what I needed, though I would never admit it.

Hanging my head I took a deep breath before opening the door adjoining mine. It had been such a long time since I had come face to face with her. But just because I didn't see her didn't mean I didn't think about her. No, it seemed like she was in the back of my mind at all times. I was always wandering if she was ok, what she was going through, if she was as lonely as I was. But then I always told myself what would it matter.

Not letting my mind wonder off to another subject, I opened the door a crack and peered in. It was even more dismal then I had remembered it being. One of the first things I noticed was the smell. It was an overpowering, putrid smell of urine, feces, and dried vomit.

I coughed and tried my best not to gag. But it was a very hard thing not to do. I can't even fathom how she had been living this way and for how long. A month? No, it had been longer.

"Ginny," I call, looking around for her but not seeing her anywhere. She didn't answer. My mind panicked. 'Oh gods, she was dead. How was it I didn't know this? When did it happen? Did the dark Lord know...' my mind continued on this path until I heard a small, helpless mew from the corner. 'Oh Merlin, she was alive!'

"Draco," she asked weakly. Gods she said my name again. I didn't know it, until this very moment, that I had missed hearing it on her lips. "I-I'm sorry." She says this as I place the plate of food on the floor.

If anyone was to apologize it was to be me. Seeing another human being slouched in a corner, covered in her own waste, tore at a heart that I didn't even know I had. I ached like I never thought I could. I just wanted to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness but my damn pride kept me in check. So I just looked up at her and asked politely what she was apologizing for.

"I ruined your mother's beautiful gown, I didn't mean to…I'm so sorry." I didn't know what to say. Here she was, as ill as a person could possibly be, and she was worrying over a dress that hadn't been worn in over twenty years.

"Don't be ridiculous." I walk slowly to her. She was so small. She looked up at me with tired, dull eyes that had once been filled with a spark of life. I wondered when she lost it. "Here let's get you cleaned up." I reach down and offer her my hand. She looks at it for a moment and even looks like she was going to argue but then she took it. I gently pulled her up from the hard floor.

She clung softly to me as she stood. She then looks me strait in the eye. "You made a promise to me. Will you keep it?" I don't know what she's talking about. I can't remember any promises that I had made, probably because I didn't intend to keep them. I nod anyways though. At this moment I would give her the moon and the stars if she asked for them even if I knew I could never obtain them.

"You told me that you would tell me what came of my family." I bit my lip and tried to restrain an agonizing sigh. I had told her I would tell her everything she wanted to know.

"I don't know if they're safe." I confessed. She looked away from me, tears glistening in her eyes. "I don't know if anyone is safe right now, but I can assure you that they aren't here." I became vaguely aware that she was still clinging to me and that I was still holding onto her.

"Why was I kidnapped? Why me and not Ron or even Hermione. She had been staying at the burrow for the summer with us." She looked slightly ashamed as soon as she said this. I for a moment wondered if she meant it. It was after all very Slytherin of her to put herself before others. I almost respected her for it…too bad it wasn't true.

"I didn't even know that there was a plan consisting of you. I had been lead to believe that our main target was Potter." She flinches slightly as I say his name, as if she had just realized something. "I only became aware of your presence that night."

"But why?"

"You already know, I'm not explaining it over to you." I say, a slight edge to my tone now. I didn't know where she was going with this but wherever it was going I didn't want to go.

"No, I don't know!" She cries in desperation, her fingers now digging into my arm. It was slightly painful but I didn't remove her grip instead I was basking in it. To be touched, even if it was unfriendly was nice.

"I don't know," she repeats now in a chocked sob but deep down I knew she understood she just didn't want to come into terms with it. I understood. The realization that she was pregnant was a hard thing to grasp. And that she was with my…child? I shivered; I didn't even want to think of it in those terms.

I hadn't said anything; instead I just pulled her closer to me. It was the only thing I could think of to offer reassurance. I didn't know any kind things to say and if I did they would all be lies. I refused to lie to her even though lies can be so much kinder. But the world didn't work that way. I knew this from experience.

After many moments of me just listening to her cry in my stiff embrace I attempted to break the silence.

"Lets get you cleaned up." She shakes her head in agreement but when my hand slides up her back to unclasp her top button she shrugs away from my grasp.

"I-I'll get it off myself," she says with a new found determination. I smirk despite myself. There was the Gryffindor boldness that I loved to hate and yet missed during these last long painful minutes.

"If you could, don't you think you would have before soiling it?" Her cheeks light up with a bright blush that goes clear up to her hairline blending with her fiery locks. "I'll just help you undo it then I'll allow you use of the bathroom. You can take all the time you want in the tub. Stay in there all day if you wish, I'll stay in my room. I have some reading to catch up on." She smiles faintly and pulls her tangled locks over her shoulder, allowing me access to the row of buttons down her back.

Once she is in the bathroom I pull out my wand to scourgify the room. It wasn't a real good clean, but it was all I could do. I'm sure there were cleaning spells that could actually clean instead of just refreshing but I didn't know any. Which was obvious seeing as how I was a Malfoy.

I finished quickly and looked around but only for a moment then my attention turned to the wardrobe. I pulled out her only outfit and brought it back to my room. I didn't want to be in her room, (if you could even call it that) for a minute more. No one ever bothered me during the afternoon, not even Bellatrix so I figured it would be safe enough to keep her in my room.

I waited patiently for her to finish but I didn't hold my breath. I expected her to stay in there all day. I didn't even think about her personal hygiene, after all no one told me that I was to take care of her and yet in the back of my mind I knew. Tack up yet another tally to the reasons why I was going to hell.

While I waited for her to emerge from the bathroom (I still didn't expect her for another couple hours. After that I would check to make sure she didn't drown herself) I occupied myself with my book. While I read I began to doubt Snape.

Never in my life had I ever heard of a hobbit. Elves, dwarfs, and wizards I have heard of. I was after all one of the following. Hobbits however were a foreign term. I was starting to think that perhaps the old potions master was just making up things to cover up that he had in fact had read a muggle fictional novel.

Just as I turned the page, the door to the bathroom clicked opened, just barely catching my attention. She didn't say anything neither did I. On the other hand I was only vaguely aware that she was in the room.

She grabbed the clothes that I had left out for her and in the corner of the room she changed. I think she only did this because I was so engrossed in my book. I did however catch a quick glimpse of her from the corner of my eye. Can't blame a teenage boy.

She starts to go back to her room but just as she reaches the door I stop her.

"I'm not making you go back in there if you don't mind staying here." I don't look up from my book but I know that she is looking at me apprehensively. "Yes, you heard me correct." I then look up at her. "What's the point in you going back to your room and me staying here, alone?"

"I thought I was a prisoner." I roll my eyes and smirk up at her.

"Don't make it sound so romantic, besides, you're not my prisoner. You just happen to be a person with limited means in the room next to mine." She nods slowly and takes a step towards the window where a relatively comfy chair sat.

She looks at me and I just look at her, silently daring her to just sit down but it doesn't look like she's going to. I wonder if I told her to stand there all day if she would. The thought amuses me for a moment but then sickens me. I didn't want her to think of herself as a hostage. Even if that was what she was. I just wanted her to feel comfortable in just one place, even if it was with me. Yes, I also wanted the company but I wasn't about to admit that.

"Weasley, if you don't sit-" I don't finish the threat, I don't really know what I would do but I just wanted her to fricken sit down. Looking at the chair for a long hard moment she finally decides to take a seat. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turn back to my book to calm my flustered nerves.

We stay like this for a while, her sitting looking out of the window, and me reading. But after some time, I get bored. 'Why have her here if your not going to talk' I ask myself as I close my book. I open my mouth to start up a conversation but she beats me to it.

"What were you reading?" I wasn't about to tell her I was reading a muggle book but she caught me off guard.

"A book."

"I could see that. What's it called?" I glare at her as I recline further against my headboard. She sighs, giving up on the conversation, and goes back to staring idly out the window. The room goes back to being silent. It's unsettling. So I try again to take a stab at a conversation.

"What are you looking at?"

"The window." She turns to me smugly. Merlin she was infuriating. Never had I had someone give me sass. I should just make her go back to her own room if she wasn't going to cooperate with me. But on the other hand I wasn't cooperating with her either. 'Still', I thought to myself. I rather argue with her then with myself.

"Fine, don't tell me what you're looking at. I already know anyways. That window overlooks the rose garden." She looks over her shoulder then turns back to the window.

"You don't have to tell me what you're reading either." I arch an eyebrow in question. "I already know, I read the title." At that moment I didn't know if I wanted to laugh out loud or throw the damn book at her. I decided on neither. Instead I reached for one of my textbooks, transfiguration to be exact.

She yawns and slumps further in the chair. For a minute I debate if I should allow her to join me on the bed but decide against it. I wanted her to trust me with every fiber in my body just so I could prove to myself that I was a trustworthy person but knew she never was going to. So I left her alone to fall asleep awkwardly in the chair and after a bit, she did exactly that.

She really looked uncomfortable… horribly so in fact. 'Why did I allow her to fall asleep like that' I asked myself ignoring the incantation I was trying to memorize. Swinging my legs over the bed, I stand up and quietly walk up to her.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you it's foolish to sleep upright in a chair," I whisper aloud to no one in particular. Gently, trying desperately not to wake her, I lift her in my arms. I could use mobulous but I enjoyed having her in my arms. Just to feel her soft curves against me. I knew I was a horrible person to think these things but something just felt right about her, even though everything told me it was so wrong.

Gently, I laid her on the bed. Her crimson curls fanned themselves over my green silk sheets. The contrast between the colors was amazing. It was odd, but she looked like she belonged. Everything about her fit so perfectly in this room…even me. But even I didn't see this, not really anyways.

Everything was so obvious. If I was a Gryffindor or if I was Potter or just a better person all together my life would make sense especially with her. But even if everything looked like it should fit it still was like putting a rectangle through a square hole. They were so similar and yet they just didn't belong.


Well there it is. Chapter 6 should be up by next week, hopefully. We'll see how far I get with Chapter 7 but I promise not to let you all wait too terribly long. I bet I would get some ideas to write if I received a few reviews…just a thought, not that I'm suggesting anything…except I am. Please review! I really do appreciate them. And to all those who already have reviewed I really do owe you for some of my success.