Chapter Ten

"What do you mean my parents were arrested?" Draco asked his aunt hotly, after they apparated back to her manor.

Bellatrix sighed, "They were arrested because the Ministry thinks it was them sending up all those Dark Marks." She replied, eyeing Thomas from the corner of her eye.

Draco sank into one of the chairs in his aunt's study. It looked a lot like his father's study, only the décor was a bit more gothic. Bellatrix had a hanging chandelier with candles in it, candles. The wall hangings were exactly that, they hung, they didn't just hang on the wall, they hung. Draco thought they looked like they were drooping.

Draco shook his head and rubbed his temples, "So," he began, "you're telling me that they got arrested for something that he did." He shouted, pointing at Thomas.

Bellatrix flinched, "Well, yes." She said, shrugging as if there was nothing else to say.

Draco was furious; so, growling, he stood up and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. When he got out side, Draco disapparated back to the Malfoy Manor with a *POP*.

Walking up the path to his front doors Draco sighed; with his parents arrested, only the house elves would be home to keep him company, and he really didn't want to be alone. Being alone gave you time to think, and Draco didn't want time to think. All he could think about was that stupid mudblood granger, and the whelp that was growing inside her.

Trudging up the stairs to his room, Draco tried to decide what he would do; he couldn't go back to the forest, She might be there, and he could go back to his aunt's. Draco huffed; he'd have to go out.

Draco was walking down a busy street in downtown England, he was going to go meet Blaise at a muggle bar near his apartment. There weren't many wizard bars in England, and The Leaky Cauldron was kind of greasy. Draco ran a hand through his hair as he walked through the door; looking around, he spotted Zabini sitting in the back corner.

Draco was about to walk over, when he noticed that Blaise was talking to someone. Draco frowned; he hadn't known they were meeting anyone else. Walking over, Draco saw that the person Zabini was talking to was just Mundungus Fletcher and he was leaving. Nodding to him as he walked by, Draco took his seat across from Blaise.

"Hey," greeted Blaise, "what's up."

Draco sighed, and looked around, "My parents got arrested for all those Dark Marks."

Zabini let out a long whistle, "Shit dude, that's rough."

"Yeah," agreed Draco nodded, "and you'll never guess who it really was."

"Who?"

Draco looked over his shoulder, before whispering, "Voldemort."

Zabini's eyes widened, "What?"

Draco nodded, "Yeap, turns out Nagini wasn't actually a Horcrux. He showed up at my aunt's house, he looks like he did back when he was our age." Draco shook his head, "It's juts creepy. Anyways, he was the one sending them up; apparently he thought someone would figure out it was him. But since all the Dark Mark's never disappeared from the Death Eater's arms, none of them realized he was back."

"Shit," Replied Blaise, "just shit."

Draco nodded, then ran a hand through his hair, "There's, uhm, there's something else." Draco said, looking at his hands. Zabini frowned, "You the whole legacy thing, well, uhhm, I sort of transformed before my name-day." Draco shrugged, "And, well, there's a chance I played a little game with another wolf one night. And there's a chance that that wolf was another animagus. And there's a chance that the other wolf was," Draco gulped and took a deep breath, "that mudblood from Hogwarts."

Zabini's eyes widened, and Draco cringed, "Merlin, dude, that's awful." He said, shaking his head.

Draco crinkled his nose, "That's not the worst part," he said staring at his hands, "she's pregnant."

Blaise's jaw dropped, "Shit."

"Yeah."

Zabini shook his head, "You know what, you need? You need to get drunk." Zabini said winking.

Draco laughed, "You're right," Draco said, lifting a finger to the waitress, "Two please."

*Beep Beep Beep*

Draco groaned, his alarm clock was making his head feel like it was being stomped on by a hippogryph. Rolling over, Draco stared at his ceiling; he was about to get up when he felt a warm body pressed up against his. Draco froze, who in the name of merlin was that?

Looking over his shoulder he saw a dark-haired shape sprawled on his bed, Draco groaned as he remembered what had happened.

"Dude," slurred Zabini, as him and Draco were leaving the bar, "You'd better come back to my place. You're too drunk to apparate."

Draco was about to argue when he tripped over a crack on the sidewalk. Lying on the sidewalk, Draco and Blaise went into a laughing fit; Draco was about to get up when a girl walked by and tripped over his out-stretched legs. Draco reached for her, but instead he only managed to grope her chest; which only sent him and Zabini into another laughing fit.

After they finally recover enough to help the girl to her feet, they realized that it was Daphne and she was pissed. "Just what in the bloody hell do you think you're doing Draco Malfoy?" she asked giving both him and Blaise dirty looks.

Draco shook his head and put on a superior look, but in his drunken sate he just look exactly that, drunk. "Well Miss, it seems that you've just very literally stumbled upon a poor defenceless drunk man."

Daphne sneered, "You're anything but poor Malfoy." She spat

Draco smirked, "Be that as it may, I am, very drunk; and you did, happen to trip over me. So, to start apologizing, I think it's only fit that you come sit with me."

She narrowed her eyes, "On the ground?" Daphne asked, wrinkling her nose. Draco nodded, "Fine," she said, "but give me your coat." She demanded, holding out her hand.

Draco frowned, but shrugged and pulled off his coat, "With pleasure, Milady." Draco said, sweeping into a mock bow form the ground.

Daphne gave him another dirty look, then threw his coat on the dirty sidewalk next to him before sinking down, "There," she declared, "Now what?" Daphne asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well well well, my sweet, aren't we impatient," Draco chastised, smirking, "But if you really must know; now you give me a kiss." He smiled, patting his cheek.

Rolling her eyes, Daphne leaned over him to kiss his cheek only to end up kissing him full on in the mouth, when Draco moved his head at the last second. Pulling back abruptly, Daphne smacked him on his arm, "Jerk!"

Draco cringed under her hand, "Hey! What was that for?" he asked, pulling away.

Daphne growled, "You bloody well know what that was for Draco Malfoy. Now," she said, about to stand up, "can I go now?"

"Of course not Miss, you still owe me the rest of my apology." Draco replied, smirking.

Groaning, Daphne settled back down, "What's next?" Most girls wouldn't put up with the way Draco was acting, but Daphne had gone to school with Draco and Blaise. So she was use to their crude ways.

Draco tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Well, you need not worry milady. You are in very good hands." Draco slurred, clapping his hands together, "Now, let's go get a drink." He declared, turning to Zabini he smiled, "Now, friend, would you care to help a drunken man up? It seems I've misplaced my hands." Draco said smirking as he held up his hands, still clasped together.

Draco ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes, what in the name of Merlin's left- "Draco? What was that noise?" Daphne asked groggily, rolling over to face him. Draco groaned, it was going to be a long day.