Draco felt his stomach plummet. His father had been warning him.

"Draco!" Remus interrupted, "Is that correct?"

Draco rose his eyes to meet his mentor's; "I was never told of a meeting"

"What!" Remus demanded loudly, causing someone to stir in the next room. He closed his eyes and look of severe doubt covered his face, "You weren't informed of this meeting?" Remus summarized his voice softer.

He felt sick, so sick that his position had been found out. He had been such an asset to the Order of the Phoenix, and now he was nothing. "Correct" he replied slowly.

Remus turned his face away from Draco to stop him seeing the relieved smile that covered his face. Remus understood how important Draco's position was, but Remus considered Draco something close to family and if Draco no longer was a spy it was an enormous weight off his shoulders.

"I imagine the next trip to the Manor you make shall be your last for now then." Remus broke the silence.

Draco looked at him curiously, "Was that supposed to be a joke Lupin?"

Remus frowned, and then rolled his eyes at his mistake. "I did not mean that in a sinister way Draco, I just suggest you return, gather what is off… importance…and leave until it is safe to return" Remus corrected himself.

Draco pulled his cloak off the hook, with one hand on the cold doorknob he turned around to Remus and smirked. "What is of importance?"

As Draco quickly walked down to a point safe to apparate at he heard Potter's voice in the background, "What was all that about?"

Ginny sat quietly nursing a hot cup of chocolate, ignoring the patronizing looks she was being shot by Blaise Zabini. She felt like such a child plunged into a situation so far out of their depth it became less frightening, as it was so surreal. All her original confidence and fury had slowly seeped out of her the longer she was away from her family and her comfort zone. She no longer understood why she was here, why they had accepted her and what had caused her to be so furious at her friends and family. And to think, some of those she had been angry at were dead, she would never see them again.

Ginny was thrown out of her thoughts as a gust of wind from the now open door made her shiver. She turned and saw a figure stalk into the house, pause as if to look around, then head her way. Ginny frowned as she recognised the confident strut of Draco Malfoy, and was even more confused when he blatantly ignored the greetings of the other deatheaters – only to drag her out of the room and upstairs.

"WHAT!" Ginny shrieked pulling herself away from him, "…on earth are you doing!" she finished, lowering her voice.

Draco looked straight at her, studying her miserable expression. "I'm saving both our arses Weasley."

Ginny clicked her mug with her nails and edged away from his outstretched arm, "Oh yes? And what do you mean by that?"

Draco made an angry noise in his throat, "Believe me or not Weasley but both our lives are in danger if we hang around here any longer. Leave with me, and maybe scrape together some life for yourself, or stay and be fed to the dogs" Draco paused and rubbed his temple. His lowered his voice and his eyes softened, "Look Weasley, they know I'm a spy, I don't care whether you told them or not, but I have to leave, and you are no longer of use. When somebody stops becoming of use…" Draco paused again and looked her in the eye, "…they are disposed of"

Ginny kept looking at him; so tempted to just pick up and leave. "But where would I go?"

Draco scoffed. "I don't know! Where would I go Weasley? This is my home no matter how much I despise it. You haven't gotten the mark, you haven't killed anyone, and I've done both. You stand a much better chance of conforming to society once again so don't expect me to try and sympathize with you."

Draco headed towards the door, releasing the grip he'd gotten on her shoulders. "I'm packing, then I'm leaving in 10 minutes sharp. Meet me back here if you intend to keep living."

Ginny stood in the middle of what had become her room. No matter how hard she tried, the small, dark room held no warmth for her, and she had never been able to consider it something even close to a personal room. A case sat steady on her bed, open with clothes strewn around, she just couldn't decide on what to do. At least five minutes had passed since her

'talk' with Draco and she knew he would not wait any longer than the designation ten minutes. On the desk, left in an openly precarious place were two lists she'd made earlier that day entitled Reasons to Stay and Reasons to Go. How immature.

She remembered Draco's words from a few nights ago, on how self-centered and childish she was. He was right. How utterly selfish of her to become a traitor just because people weren't parading her around like a beautiful, wonderful daughter, sister, girlfriend or friend. They might have if you weren't such a reclusive sook.

Ginny frowned at nothing in particular, but angrily began throwing her clothes into the trunk haphazardly. She needed to get out.

Draco glanced at his watch, 2 minutes late. She wasn't coming. He felt disgusted at the sick, sinking feeling her felt knowing her choice. Why on earth did he care so much about the fate of another Weasley? Especially a Weasley who could not even stand by their own morals and values.

"Draco" a voice called from behind him. He turned quickly, the hope in his eyes dying as he saw his father standing coolly behind him.

"Father"

Lucius eyed his trunk and smirked. "Going somewhere son?"

Draco gazed back at his father who was looking knowingly at him. "Just a short trip to the family home in France"

Lucius stuck out his hand firmly, and replied, "I imagine that the family home in The Lakes District would be far more suitable"

Draco smirked at the reference to their unplottable, secure house, which still remained unknown to anybody out of their bloodline. Draco stuck his own hand out and shook his father's firmly replying respectfully, "I believe you are right father."

As Draco gave him a short nod, Lucius said in a far more rushed voice. "I am proud of you Draco, not matter what you believe."

Draco glanced at his father, a rush of affection passing over him, then leaving as he saw the change in his father's expression.

"I must be off now Son…" Lucius drawled, not taking his eyes off the point beyond his shoulder, "…besides, I believe someone is waiting for you."

Draco turned around and saw Ginny standing there, next to a full case, her body shaking slightly. He looked between his father and Ginny, seeing the amused expression on his father's face as he studied her.

"Nice knowing you Miss. Weasley" he smirked, leaving the room.

Draco paused and just looked at Ginny for a moment who said hurriedly, "I know I'm late"

"It's fine" Draco replied quickly, grabbing her trunk along with his own. "Right now, we've just got to leave"

Ginny hesitated as he took her luggage, but stopped and asked, "And to where?"

Draco did not look back but replied, "You'll see"

"Your father warned you?" Ginny asked indecorously, keeping her eyes on the path in front of her.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Yes"

"Your father?"

Draco spun around causing Ginny to halt to a stop.

"Weasley don't pretend to know my father and I answered you the first time. Yes. My father warned us to leave."

Ginny kept quiet, but a few moments later piped up again. "Where are we going?"

Draco, much to his annoyance felt a smile tug at his lips. "God your annoying Weasley" Draco paused and looked around and realised they had arrived.

"Actually Weasley, this is where we are meant to be."

The Malfoy Manor was the primary residence for the Malfoy's but they had homes scattered all over Britain and Europe. The impressive three story house, positioned right on a wide lake was Draco's personal favourite, not only because of it's seclusion, but just because it made a striking sight. He smiled to himself, then turned around to look at Ginny. If the situation had not been so serious he would have laughed and made some 'Weasley's are poor' comment. Her small figure was accentuated as she stood next to two massive trees. Her cloak shrouded her body, and her jaw was left wide open, eyes large in surprise.

"I imagined it'd be some small shack" she said softly.

Draco laughed. "You thought a Malfoy would be staying in a shack, how quaint of you."

Ginny glanced at him, her cheeks flushing a bit. "You're staying too then?"

Draco frowned and wondered what was up with her. "For the time being, I have errands to run of course, but you are not to leave here, unless of course you wish to be murdered, arrested or whatever."

Ginny nodded and continued following his footsteps.

A/N:

Something disgusting happened in this chapter, I decided I liked Lucius. Woot.

I also came to the conclusion, in this chapter Ginny is not at all like I portrayed her in the original chapters (which I'd like to mention I did write over a year ago), she's much 'softer' so I'm going to try and bring back the seductive cold person a bit.

Oh, and btw. Ginny is clearly not evil, I've actually made her out to be a bit of an unlikable character as she's so dang selfish and immature. That's why I think this fic might end up being longer than my other ones because I'm really going to have to do a bit of a turn around in her character, or at least small adjustments.