WARNING: Deathly Hollows major spoilers! This chapter starts it and from here on out I will be mentioning the book often (as well as other books if you already didn't grasp that.) After all, this is mostly Draco's perspective to what happened during his 7th year…except I added Ginny into the mix to make it a romance. Well, now with all that said, onto Chapter six…

Chapter Six

Draco's POV:

I sat beside my mother and father at the long ornate table listening as strictly as I could to what was being discussed while staring wide eyed at a human body that was hanging upside down over the table.

I had just trudged into my room after a late lesson with Bellatrix when I was summoned to the drawing room for a meeting. It had to be important if I was invited. Gods how I wished I could have missed this gathering like so many before.

"Saturday…at nightfall," The Dark Lord repeated what Snape had just said.

"That is not what I had heard my lord," Yaxley said from the other end of the table. Every eye turned to him except mine. I was still staring at the unconscious form. I didn't even know what they were talking about and I didn't really care.

"Dawlish let slip that he would be moved the thirtieth, just before he turns seventeen." My eyes narrowed and I looked over at Yaxley. They must be talking about Potter. 'What's new, they always are.' No wonder I don't pay attention to these meetings anymore but I would, just so I could tell Ginny if he was ok or not nevertheless I heard enough about Potter during my time at Hogwarts I didn't need to hear about him during my own time.

'Since when is my time my own time, though' I thought with a quick roll of my eyes. It wasn't like anyone was paying me any mind. Snape and Yaxley were in a dispute about what day Potter was being moved. I wondered where he was going but since I wasn't a death eater that was none of my business really.

"Where are they taking the boy," Voldemort asked. I had to bite my lip to refrain from making a noise. 'He didn't even know where they were moving him!'

"To the Order of the Phoenix." I zoned off a little after they had said this. I wondered where the headquarters of the order was located. I wondered if it was someplace nice and homey. Would I have enjoyed it there? Would I have been welcomed?

Dumbledore never had a chance to tell me about it. I remember his knowing smile though when he offered me the chance. It was almost like he was going to tell me where me and my family would be sleeping…I shake my head slightly and turn back to the conversation that is taking place which was working together to bring Scrimgeour down.

My eyes traveled back to the hanging body. It was like a Quiddich accident, I didn't want to look but I just couldn't look away but still I tried to think about something else, anything except this random person hanging over top of me.

"I must be the one to kill Harry Potter, and I shall be." Just then a bloodcurdling cry of agony sounded off, echoing throughout the room. I jumped despite myself and instantly thought of Ginny but she was all the way on the other side of the house, wasn't she? So it couldn't have been her, besides when I left her she was sound asleep.

"Wormtail!" Voldemort hissed, looking up to where I was looking. "What have I said about keeping the prisoner silent!?" 'What other prisoners did we have?' but then another thought crept into my mind. 'Is that Ginny? Oh Merlin, what were they doing to her?' I thought as Wormtail slipped from his chair to the floor muttering apologies as he walked to the door.

Odd, I hadn't even noticed him until now. He often stayed in the shadows. I didn't blame him; in fact I almost admired him. I took notice to how he had survived so long and tried to use him as an example to my own well-being.

I watched him leave the room and my thoughts jumped back to Ginny. Was it possible that she was just beyond those doors? 'No, she had been sound asleep' I told myself then turned back to what Voldemort was now saying. He was looking around at everyone. His gaze landed on me but quickly looked past.

"I will need a wand." Everyone started to look around, wondering who's wand would be taken. I silently prayed it wouldn't be my own. I had an inkling feeling that it would be though; after all I wasn't even a death eater. What did I need my wand for?

"I see I have no volunteers," He turned his smoldering gaze to me. 'Here it came' I thought. He was going to take the last shred of dignity I had left. He smiled a cruel heartless smile and opened his mouth. "Lucius, I see no reason as to why you need your wand."

I turned to look at my father. I almost couldn't believe what I just heard but it must have been true. I looked past him to my mother, silently asking if I had heard correctly but she was staring at the table, silent tears clinging to her eyelashes. I turned away from her and focused on my father's waxy complexion. Why hadn't he spoken yet? Perhaps he didn't believe that the Dark Lord had called his name either.

A few agonizing minutes passed. Everyone was staring in the direction of my family. I hardly took any notice to it though. They weren't really looking at me anyways.

Yaxley had a sickening smirk plastered to his face. If I had been loyal to my father I would have had the urge to remove it from his bow legged face but instead my attention wondered back to the hanging body.

I kept wondering if I would have to do something with it or perhaps the other prisoner wherever it was if it really was a separate prisoner and not just Ginny. I didn't want to cause anyone pain, I just wanted to go back to my room and find Ginny sound asleep in on the couch where I had left her.

"Your wand Lucius! I shouldn't have to ask twice!" He opened his mouth as if he was going to argue but then my mother shot a quick glance at him. He nodded solemnly to her and retrieved his wand without further hesitation. Voldemort sneered and fingered it carefully. He then withdrew his own wand and made the comparison.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched as my father raised his hand for a mere second then quickly placed it back under the table. I hoped I had been the only one attentive enough to catch his movement but I knew he wasn't that lucky. Malfoy's were lots of things but lucky wasn't among our favors.

"Did you expect me to give you my wand, Lucius?" Everyone sniggered to himself or herself. If I weren't so fearful as to what would happen next I would have joined them.

"You and your family do not seem pleased that I have come to join you in your home." My parents quickly shook their heads in disagreement. I was hardly paying attention. It didn't matter though; he wasn't really talking about me. He knew I was less than pleased and it didn't seem to sway him one way or the other.

"Are the Malfoy's unhappy about my rise back to power?" He turned quickly to me. I shuddered in spite of myself and looked away. But yes, I was unhappy and it was such an odd thing too. For years I had waited enthusiastically for him to rise to power once again never really understanding what it would mean. And now that it has happened and I understood I took everything back.

"We did desire your rise to power my lord-"

"We do," my mother cuts in without a moment's hesitation while moving her head up and down like a boggle head doll. I looked over at him and made a stiff nod then looked back to the hanging body. It was the only thing that was worth looking at.

"There is no greater pleasure than having you here," Bellatrix swooned as she edged closer to him. I clenched my jaw at her words. 'Kiss ass' I thought to myself but longed to say them out loud.

"Are you sure there is no higher pleasure, my dear Bellatrix?" She shook her head as animated as her sister. "Oh but then you must be forgetting the new addition to your family." Her eyes widened while my mothers began to tear up but she still tried to look confused. I looked down from the ceiling to the conversation that was taking place. I was curious.

"Don't look so baffled, it's not becoming at all. I'm talking of you and Narcissa's niece." All eyes were glued to our half of the room. My mother's and Aunt's face blanched with color as did mine but I didn't know why. I assumed from all the attention I was receiving. I didn't know why everyone was looking at me though. I had never even met my cousin and I highly doubted I was ever going to meet this kid. Beside, what did I care if she had a baby? I had my own unborn child to worry about.

"She'll never be considered our niece!" Bellatrix hissed, the coloration of her face matching that of a Weasley. "We, that is Narcissa and I, haven't spoken to that wretched sister of ours since she went off and married that Mudblood! She's dead to us."

"What do you say about all of this Draco?" I jump at hearing my name being called. I didn't have anything to say. "Will you baby sit the little mutt?" I shrunk in terror under his hard stare and looked fearfully to my father. He was staring at his own lap ignoring me completely. I should have known. I chanced a glance at my mother, but just as I had guessed she was starring off into space. It was so nice to have caring, loving parents.

"I believe that over time your family tree has become disastrous. It is high time that you cut away parts that threaten to kill the whole tree, do you not agree, Bella?"

"Yes my lord. I promise that the very first chance I get I will take care of it." He nodded and finally turned away from our side of the table.

Years ago it would have been our side that was being favored and donned upon strange how our world has changed so drastically. I would blame it on myself for my recent mistakes if I didn't know that all of this was my father's fault. If only he had not dropped that damn prophesy.

Oh yes, I knew what happened. Potter thought he had been so sneaky but I had my ways. Dumbledore's Army had their secrets; too bad I knew most of them thanks to that silly little Ravenclaw, Cho Chang. I smiled to myself then turned to Voldemort. He was talking about something or other but I wasn't listening. It's hard to pay close attention when all you can concentrate on is the rabid beating of your heart. What caught my attention was that he was pointing my father's wand at the dangling form.

He gave a flick of the wand and instantly the figure came to life and began to struggle. I winced and crouched down lower in my chair. I wished I could be more like Wormtail and disappear entirely into the background.

"You recognize our prisoner, don't you, Severus?" Snape looked up for the first time and cocked an eyebrow. The person was not just a dangling form suspended in the air. She was in fact a woman. This made me incredibly nervous but she was older. 'They wouldn't want me to rape her,' I told myself firmly. Maybe tonight Snape would have to perform. I almost snorted at the thought though. Snape was Voldemort's right hand man. He didn't have to do anything unless he wanted to.

"Severus, please help me, please," she cried. All of a sudden I couldn't stand to look at her and looked away to stare at the table like my parents.

"Yes, she seems familiar," Snape, drawled in a bored tone. Voldemort nodded, satisfied with the answer then turned to me yet again.

"What about you, Draco?" I shook my head and kept my eyes on the table. "Of coarse you don't know her. You've never taken her classes." He looked to my parents with a small smile. "But for those who still wish to know who she is, she is Charity Burbage." My ears perked up at the name. What did she teach?

"She teaches children of magic about muggles and how we are not so different from them. Have you ever heard such drivel?" A small woman with a hunch the size of a dragon's egg on her back whispered to her companion. Ah yes, I should have known the name. Blaise took her class. He had always been rather curious about things and he, like me, was a pureblood and brought up without knowing anything much about muggles except how uncivilized they were.

He would tell me all sorts of things after he got out of her class. '"The class is absolute hippogriff shite," he would tell me. "But you wouldn't believe what they teach us. There's this stuff called electricity and it makes things work such as clocks and these boxes that show you things…'"

"This woman wrote about defending Mudbloods in the Daily Prophet just last week. If it were up to her she would have us mating with muggles and wild beasts alike." No one said anything. We all could hear the edge in his tone and knew he was not happy about this at all.

I chanced one last glance up at her. Tears were falling into her graying hair. I caught her eye for a moment. I wanted to apologize. I didn't do anything but I still felt like this was all wrong. We all said that Muggles were cruel and barbaric but never had I heard about them doing something like this.

I decided to mouth 'I'm sorry' but before I even opened my mouth Voldemort had my father's wand pointed at her.

"Avarda Kedarva." The room lit up in a hollow green glow. I had never seen a person die and it scared the living shit out of me.

She fell from the ceiling to the floor in a depending thunk that shook the table. Many of the death eaters jumped up from their chairs to the wall. I attempted to but tripped over my own two feet and fell to the floor. That's when I noticed Nagini waiting patiently underneath.

"Dinner, Nagini" Voldemort said. The great snake lifted her body off from the floor and on top of the table. I could hear the table creak under her weight and I cringed and almost gagged at the thought of this poor woman being eaten whole. I decided I better stand and make my way out of the room unless I wanted to watch all of this happen.

"Draco," The Dark Lord sneered. "Your little pet is safe and sound." I nodded slowly I was glad to know that that scream of terror was not her. It was unsettling to know we had more prisoners but I didn't care about them. They weren't my concern.

At the corner of my eye I watched as Nagini slithered closer to the body and began to ready herself for her meal. "You may leave now to tend to her." I nodded again and practically ran to the door just as Nagini unlocked her jaw and began to swallow.

I stumbled along the cold barren corridors to my room. In the distance a grandfather clock chimed three. I heaved a heavy sigh and continued on my way.

I had just reached the staircase when an agonizing scream filled my senses. I shook my head and told myself it was just my imagination but then another chimed after the first.

"Oh gods, Ginny!" I ran up the stairs two at a time. Almost tripping once I reached the top but quickly caught myself then hung a sharp turn towards my room. I was now running down the corridor. All signs of exhaustion replaced by hard cold fear.

I flung open my door. 'Damn I had forgotten to lock it,' I thought but quickly tossed the thought away as I scanned the room for Ginny. Within the first moment after my eyes adjusted to the darkness I found her lying on the floor tangled up in her sheet.

She thrashed against the confinements of her quilts and for a moment I feared that they were going to wrap themselves around her neck and choke her to death. Hesitantly I took a step closer to her as she screamed out in terror once more.

"No, no, no, Harry!" I stopped in my tracks at hearing Potter's name but shook myself out of my stupor and continued forward. "Harry! Help, please, Harry!" She thrust back and forth against the hard floor; her eyes shut tight while her arms extended outwards obviously groping for something or someone in the darkness.

Kneeling at her side I grasped her outstretched hands.

"Harry," She screamed pulling me closer to her.

"Ginny, shh, Ginny wake up." I shook her gently, urging her to wake. A sob broke from her lips then she opened her eyes in a fright.

"Harry," she cried, still confused by her dreams. She then looked at me, really focused and came into terms that I was in fact the farthest thing from Harry she was going to get. Another trembling sob spilled from her quivering lips then she fell into my arms.

"Draco!"

"Shh, I'm here. It'll be ok, I'm here now." I petted her hair and held her firmly in my arms. I wasn't quite sure what I was saying but whatever was spilling forth from my lips seemed to be helping. After a few moments of me just whispering nothings against her I attempted to pull away.

"No please," she begged, looking up from the crevice of my shoulder to my face. "Please don't leave me." I didn't know what to say or do. I didn't even think she knew whom she was talking to.

Something told me to ignore her and go to my warm inviting bed that had been calling me all night but some greater part of me told me to stay to hold her and to protect her from the night. That greater part of me won after much debating.

I didn't say anything I just nodded and lifted her in my arms. I sat myself on the couch and draped her on top of me. Slowly I reclined myself and allowed her to softly fall over my chest. She clutched at me as if I was a lifesaver that was keeping her from the harsh waves. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around her and tangled my long fingers through her soft locks.

"Draco," she repeated, almost as if she was reminding herself it was me and not Harry. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes. I was so tired. I could just feel the energy draining out of my body. My breathing evened in sync with hers and our heartbeats fused into one melodic lullaby then before either of us knew it we were fast asleep.

A couple hours later I was waken by a sharp elbow in the gut. I winced and practically fell off the couch as Ginny ran from the room into the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the dark room. I squinted and peered at the clock while simultaneously listening to Ginny gag and choke in the next room. Everything was happening so fast I couldn't quite grasp it.

Yawning, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and trudged into the bathroom to hold back her hair while she finished.

"Thanks," she said quietly as she moved away from the toilet. I nodded sleepily then walked over to the sink to fetch a glass of water so she could rinse her mouth. She watched me tiredly, her eyes drooping slightly. My own eyes were heavy but I concentrated on filling the glass.

"Here," I said stifling a yawn. She eyed it warily.

"It's from the god damn tap, Weasley." She nods and has the cutesy to at least blush as she takes the glass from me. It was too early not to trust each other. I may be a snarky bastard, but honestly what did she think I could do with a few hours of sleep? And for god's sake I just woke up! Evil little plots did not start to be manufactured till after I had a shower and a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"I'm sorry." I glared half-heartedly at her.

"For what now?"

"For waking you." And here I thought she was going to say something with a little more meaning behind it.

"Yea well, it doesn't matter. I have to be up soon anyways." She opens her mouth but quickly snaps it shut. I eyed her for a moment as I leaned casually against the counter top.

"What were you going to say?"

"Nothing." I glare. "I just wondered where you were last night is all." She says this in a small meek voice that didn't quite fit her personality.

"What business is it of yours where I am?" I was tired and in a rather grumpy mood. Standing in a cramped room wasn't improving my disposition at all but I was too lazy to make myself move and she looked rather content sitting on the floor.

"Your right. It's none of my business, I take it back-"

"When are they moving Potter?" I interrupted, throwing out this random question that had been stuck in the back of my thoughts since last night. She looked up at me with wide eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb, I know you know all about the Order of the Phoenix, for all I know your bloody well apart of it. When are they moving him?" I watched her carefully for any facial clues. Her expression morphed into several different emotions ranging from anger to fear to finally acceptance.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked sounding truly curious but then her deposition changed to that of aggressive. "Your going to go run off to Him, aren't you? How stupid do you think I am?" Did you think I was just going to spill everything to you as if we were actually friends? As if you were someone who can be trusted!"

What she said hit hard and it bloody well stung. Here I was trying to help the little brat and she was dishing out poison as if it were candy.

"No," I hiss, aiming as much venom at her as possible. "Believe it or not I try to stay the hell away from Him." Her glare began to falter slightly but she wasn't about to let her guard down just yet. "They are going after him the thirtieth," I say, softer now. "They didn't say much, but I believe they agreed to go after him then."

"Why are you telling me this," she asks quietly. Her voice was beginning to crack as she tried not to cry. 'Why was I telling her this' I asked myself. 'Because I was curious.' Perhaps deep down I was trying to hurt her. I really didn't know.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I-we-there was a meeting last night. I'm not sure if they decided on a day… I just thought I would fill you in on what is going on in the world."

I was grasping for a correct answer and just couldn't place one. She nodded slowly then burst into tears. Her tiny form began shake with the force of her spurts of sobs. 'Damn you all to hell, Malfoy,' I thought bitterly to myself.

"Ginny, no, please don't cry," I practically whined. I couldn't handle her crying every other day. I tried so hard to do the right thing but no matter what I did I always did the wrong thing.

"Tell me he's going to be ok," she said with a small hiccup. I nodded frantically, resembling that of my mother last night.

"He's going to be fine. For Merlin's sake he's Harry Potter." She looked up at me with a tiny smile. "He's come out on top from the very beginning. He's defeated Him five times. This time won't be any different. Vol-vol-He didn't even know where they were even taking him. I know more then he does, and that's really saying something." I rambled on until her soft laughter rang off the ivory walls.

"We're really prepared, you know?" she said, almost to herself but she was still looking up at me. "You'd never guess what our disguise is. And all of us our involved… Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, even Fleur." I nodded and smiled despite the situation. I didn't know if she realized that she trusted me with information that I could easily turn over to the Dark Lord. Just as I thought this her eyes widened.

"Oh Merlin Malfoy, please don't say anything." I shook my head slowly.

"You have my word that I won't tell a soul. A Malfoy's word is gold, well at least mine always has been." She looked at me suspiciously but in the end nodded.

"I don't trust you, Draco," She said my name again. Somehow I knew everything would be okay when she said my name instead of just 'Malfoy'. "But I believe you."

"That's all I ask." I pushed myself off from the counter and walked to her, offering her my hand. She took it with little hesitation and I lifted her off from the cold tiles. "I'm going to get ready, you go on back to bed. I'll bring you a plate of food. I should be back by late afternoon."

She nods obediently and turns to go back to the couch.

"Oh and Ginny," I call just before I shut the door. She turns around while yawning into her sleeve.

"Hmm?"

"In the back of my closet there's a loose floorboard. Find it and pick out a book." She smiled a bright; engaging smile then turns back to the divan. I smile to myself and close the door. I had never told anyone about my collection of books. It felt nice to tell her. Something inside me yearned to tell her more. I wondered if I would.


You know the drill everyone! Review, review, review! To my loyal fans that sent me reviews to my last chapter I thank you dearly. Chapter seven will be up soon (probably next Friday but I'm not making any promises yet, I have a million tests to take next week. But I'll try.)