Albus Dumbledore looks around appraisingly at the…unexpected place he finds himself in. He sits in perhaps the comfiest chair he's ever sat in, surrounded by warmth that cannot be generated by any type of fire nor heating charm (or even Fiendfyre for that matter), as he stares into the welcoming eyes, feels his being under the gentle gaze of the Weasley Patriarch Arthur, and the Weasley Matriarch Molly. Albus has heard about the Burrow before and how homely it is, and he's long since admired the attitude and the diligence of both Arthur and Molly, but still he cannot help but to be impressed and nearly overwhelmed every time he's been welcomed into their home.

His eyes roam the room, a living room with not much in it besides the necessities: a couch, a clock on the wall, not too much space...and the numerous Weasley children, even those considered to be well into adulthood, having aged out of Hogwarts for years, nearly a decade for some. He waves off any attempts to fret over him, though he does accept a spot of tea and some homemade cookies, as he waits for everyone to settle in.

"Arthur. Molly." He addresses the heads of the Weasley family. His eyes then turn to perhaps their most important member for this discussion, and coincidentally their youngest. "Ginevra." The young girl's eyes snap up, widening in shock as he addresses her and none of her other siblings. Almost immediately, the shock is transformed into worry.

"Fret not, I do not come bearing bad news young Ginevra, merely a proposal." He settles his gaze on her parents, once more, the two redheaded elders stiffening up at the word 'proposal', already preparing themselves for the worst. Was he truly so disreputable to cause such a reaction? The bearer of bad news and compromising deals? He shakes his head slightly, closing his eyes as he does. No, it's simply the times they are in, the times they're used to seeing him that has conditioned this response. Nevertheless.

"I come to speak to you about one Draco Malfoy." He explains simply, opening his eyes once more and leveling them on the Matriarch of the family. Immediately there's an outcry from the children of the Burrow.

"That git?"

"What does that demon have to do with us?"

"Are you finally sending him to Azkaban?"

"…I hope it doesn't have to do with Ginny." This causes Albus' head to turn, to see which of the children is so insightful, even if they do sound put out about the situation. At the sight of the sole bespectacled Weasley, the headmaster finds himself nodding along in self-confirmation. Young Percy would be the one. These words cause more of an outcry, one that is far less decipherable, but with far more volume. Despite that, it only takes a clearing of his throat for all sound to cease.

"As a matter of fact, it does." Dumbledore clarifies, a twinkle in his eye. The children go to speak again, but the Arthur silences them with a gesture, his expression dire and serious. He doesn't say it, but his face tells it all, condensing it into one simple word: explain.

"The boy is powerful, incredibly so, as evident by him not only defeating a Dragon, but dominating the entire Triwizard Tournament." The arch wizard starts. "At the same time, he seems to be a bit…dark." His glowers, frowning at the frightening possibilities of said boy joining forces with Voldemort.

"I understand, headmaster, but what—?" Albus flashes the eldest Weasley a toothless smile.

"I was hoping that perhaps…young Ginevra could function as his…guide towards the good, his light in the darkness so to speak, the one to lead him to the right path." He states quietly, and instantly all eyes turn to the youngest Weasley, whose face has turned a quite interesting shade of red. "Normally, I would not suggest this, but from what I have seen…the two seem to be drawn to each other. And while I understand your misgivings about the boy, as I possess my own, I thought that maybe we should use this and be grateful for such a connection, for such an opportunity."

This renders the family of redheads speechless. The second youngest, young Ronald appears angry, shaking, lips thinned, hands clenched, but impressively enough, he hasn't spoken out against it just yet. It is the two women, well…females of the group who break the silence.

"Albus…what are you saying?" He smiles once more and shakes his head.

"It's not what you think, Molly. I'm not asking young Ginevra to correspond with the boy, or anything of the sort." He clarifies once more. "I have merely been witness to their connection, to the fact that they're drawn to each other, and I hope to persuade you to allow such a thing to blossom should it ever come to that. That is all." The Weasley Matriarch nods at his words, looking downcast as she thinks it over, a grimace on her face at the thought of such a wicked boy corresponding with her precious Ginny.

"But I'm not drawn to him!" Ginny protests loudly, cutting through her mother's thoughts and causing Dumbledore to smile.

"Of course, Ginevra. But he is drawn to you." He points out, not denying her feelings on the spot. "As I told your mother, I will not ask you to make such a heavy sacrifice young Ginevra, especially for a boy you so dislike." He stops to think for a bit, taking on the look of the wise professor he is. "I only offer you…an opportunity, and another perspective on the matter."

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Smile on her face, Ginny can honestly say that she's not only learning a lot, but she's having fun. Harry…Harry is as amazing as always, taking it upon himself to teach them all in place of that slag from the ministry, and to do so in a secret room that no one else knew about? Well, it was brilliant. Hermione likely helped with the planning, smart as she is, but still, it's Harry who brings them all together. It's Harry who has quite frankly too much experience when it comes to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and it's Harry that brings legitimacy to the club. It's even Harry who deems to name it not after himself, but after Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster of the school.

She lets off a powerful bombarda spell at the thought of the headmaster, not for any fault of his own, but because of a name she now associates with him, since that fateful day over the summer where he visited her family: Draco Malfoy. Her brow furrows as she lets off a rapid flurry of curses and jinxes, the disarming spell, the blowback jinx, the stunning spell, the cutting spell, and even the shield spell, courtesy of Hermione being her usual helpful self. She'd even gotten down conjuring, able to erect a wall of stone, a flock of birds, and even a swarm of bats to block an oncoming spell.

She smiles a bit, the swarm of bats reminding her of her favorite spell, the Bat Bogey Hex, which turned the poor unfortunate victim's own bogeys against them in a vicious and relentless attack. Moreover, it was a spell that very few knew or bothered to learn, so she is perhaps the one and true master of it, above all else.

"Ginny!" Her thoughts are cut off by the voice of her favorite twin brother, Fred who approaches, George in tow with a playful smile on his face.

"Gin Bug!"

"Firemane!"

"The Red Maiden!"

"And of course, our favorite sister!" She rolls her eyes at that one, being their only sister. Still, their other names are…interesting? Firemane and Red Maiden are new ones, and she has to hold back a snort and a grin as she hears them. Her favorite brothers' smiles tighten up a bit, and instantly, she can sense something is wrong.

"What is it?" She asks, concerned. The two twins exchange looks.

"It's nothing."

"Nothing at all."

"We're just here to hang out with our favorite sister!"

"Our favorite sibling actually!"

"And nothing else!"

"Nope, pay no attention to anything else!" Her brow furrows as she tries to read between the lines. Something is going on and they're trying to protect her from it, but what? Instantly she turns her wand on them, a look in her eye.

"Tell me what's going on or I swear—" George holds a hand to his heart, looking absolutely scandalized.

"Gasp! You'd turn your wand on your favorite brothers?"

"Curse us unjustly?"

"For something we haven't done?"

"For shame Gin!"

"For shame." She opens her mouth to respond when she hears some yelling, grunts of pain, and other sounds of a scuffle.

"You have three seconds." She threatens, her wand glowing bright.

"Gin Bug, you don't have to do this!"

"One…"

"Think of the children Gin!"

"Two…" The two twins look at each other and shrug.

"Him first!" They point at the other.

"Three!" She lets off a beam of light, only for it to be slapped aside by a sudden intruder. All three Weasleys are shocked at the interjection, and upon laying eyes on the interloper, they all change shades: the twins turning pale, and Ginny herself turning red.

"Draco!" She squeaks out, blushing and a feeling a bit underprepared for this meeting. Her hair is wild, she's sweating, she's not dressed for much, and… Suddenly, she remembers where she is and her mortified expression changes to one of confusion and then to one of caution. "What is this? What are you doing here?'

Her brothers, having drawn their wands and turned them onto the blond-haired intruder, match her words, albeit with a grim expression.

"Yes, you snake!"

"What is this?"

"And what are you doing here?" All but ignoring the bluster and bravado, Draco Malfoy turns to Ginny with a wide grin, one half intimidating, one half charming, as he dismisses the shaking wands of her brothers as non-threats.

"Believe it or not, I quite like your brothers." He says simply and with a shrug.

"What?" She asks, confused.

"It's why I blocked your spell…" He explains as if it's obvious.

"Th-that's not what I meant! What are you doing here and why?" She demands, sputtering as he successfully flusters her. The Slytherin King tilts his head slightly and smirks.

"I was looking for you actually, and I just so happened to stumble upon this little…get together." He gestures around as he begins his explanation. "Now imagine my surprise when I see such a well-trained, and well-organized…army, ready to fight against the Man and overthrow the ministry. And of course, it's in Dumbledore's name, and led by his champion, Harry bloody Potter." He finishes with a grin, causing Ginny's eyes to widen.

"That's not—!" She swallows. "We're just here to learn, we're not trying to overthrow anything!" Ginny fires back, angry at the insinuation.

"Well...you know that dear Ginny, and I know that, but imagine how Professor Umbridge will feel about it, or worse, Fudge."

"But…why would you tell them? You get nothing—" She's cut off as the Malfoy heir shakes his head.

"Wrong. Not only do I get to see Potter suffer, which is my third favorite past time, but I get to help out my friend, who just so happens to be the Captain of the Inquisitor Squad." He stops to lick his lips. "It's a win-win for me, really. Usually I detest snitching, but I wouldn't actually be doing so, I'd be simply…letting a friend know about a special little room, and maybe a time to go check it out." He then meets the youngest Weasley's gaze. "Funny how that works, innit?"

Once again, Ginny finds herself feeling like prey, wilting under the gaze of an apex predator, of a beast unlike any other, the one monster above even a Dragon on the food chain. With a huff she lowers her wand and gestures for her brothers to as well.

"What do you want, Draco?" He continues to maintain eye contact, licking his lips once more.

"I want something that is worth my time. Something that makes it worth it to not enter into the win-win situation of informing my friend about this place and its illicit activities." Gulping, Ginny Weasley's shoulders sag in understanding, even as her heart speeds up with rapid fire and deafening thumps, even as her face flushes, turning a deeper red than her own hair, even as her mouth unintentionally waters a bit.

"I…I understand." She replies defeated. He's won. She's his.