The Weasley clan, plus Hermione and Harry, crowded around an unconscious Draco. After being shoo'd away many times by a still Pomfrey-like Mum Weasley, only too re-group, the ensemble had been sitting still in the same position for a little over an hour. Mrs. Weasley had reluctantly joined them after she had nothing left to heal on the broken boy.
Even the collected and unruffled Mr. Weasley was jittery by the time Draco opened his eyes and moved to get up. He was immediately bombarded by a barrage of noise.
"Where's Ginny!?"
"Where does he have her?!"
"Malfoy, you take me to your father or I swear to Merlin I will undo everything my mum just did!"
"What happened!?"
"Why don't you have a bloody Dark Mark, Mate? Thought for sure you were one of those buggers!"
"Do you have any idea where your father has my daughter?"
"Mal- Draco, it is absolutely imperative that you help us find Ginny. Her LIFE is at stake!"
"HE'S AWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!"
a/n see if you can guess who's who, and put your answers in your review. Life-sized Draco's made from chocolate for whoever can get all of them right!!! (or Ginnies if you're a dude.)
"EVERYBODY HUSH!!"
Mrs. Weasley's voice thundered out over the din of everybody shouting at once, a skill that is very wise to learn in large families.
Once everyone was silent, she shoo'd them back about a foot with her hands, then turned to Draco and handed him seven vials filled with different colored potions.
"Here, Dearie. Drink the green one, then the purple, then that dusky one here, and after that the milky white one."
Draco tried to sit up, but his body was still to weak to manage even simple motor skills. He struggled for a while, though, unwilling to give up, when he felt a strong hand pushing between his shoulder blades, assisting his resistant body into a sitting position. Draco turned his head slowly and with much difficulty, and his eyes managed a glimpse of messy black hair hovering by his shoulder before he couldn't hold his head up any more. As Mrs. Weasley poured the first four potions down his throat, Draco was thinking,
Potter is helping me sit up! Bloody Potter who I've hated since first year is the only thing keeping me from falling flat on my back, helpless in a house full of MORE people I've hated since first year!
"All done, Dearie, now I recommend letting my boys know where your father-" She was cut off by Draco's voice, one of the only parts of him that was still strong after Lucius' relentless beating.
"NOT my father."
"Where Lucius, then," an exasperated Mrs. Weasley continued, "Is keeping Ginny holed up. Otherwise I am not responsible for any actions they can and will take."
Draco sighed, and as he felt the potions work, he lifted his head up.
"I don't know exactly where she is, but my best guess would be the Malfoy family dungeons."
a/n Hello, cliché!
As soon as the words were voiced, the Weasley men, Harry, and Hermione sprang into a flurry of action that could rival any Jason Bourne movie.
So this is just me going over what I wrote before to restore consistency to my work. Sorry again about the hiatus. Planning on updating regularly again now :D