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Unexpected	By : draconisdemented Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 26235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Once again, I do not speak French. I am using
a dictionary/translator on my computer, so I'm aware it won't be perfect. If
you do speak French, I would like to apologize now for any slaughtering of the
language I may have inadvertently caused. Otherwise, what do yore, re, right?

French translations: ((example))

Thanks to those who reviewed!

Author's Note: A special thanks to all of those who have
risen to the fanart challenge, it is much appreciated! If anyone else is
interested, just let me know!

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Fred and George lay sprawled out on the silk sheets of the
huge bed in their new room, the one that they'd been given after the turmoil of
the events in Paris had passed,
relaxing for a bit after their morning bath before they headed dowirs.irs. The
Manor obeyed Draco even to the point of shifting its rooms around or just
creating new ones altogether, and the latter is exactly what had been done.
This room connected to their sister and her lovers' bedroom by the door to
their left, and also to Padma's by a door directly in front of them. Her room
also connected to their sister's, and she and the twins had been granted free
access to come and go as they wished.

A full day had passed since the night of the Yule Ball, but
none of them had left their rooms yet, the twins and Padma sleeping off the
effects of the Nirvana while Draco, Blaise and Virginia had been busy
consulting with their lawyer, Satordi, over the article that would be printed
concerning the Weasleys return to the ruling aristocracy. Fred and George had
taken it all in stride on the outside, but inside they were stunned. How long
had their family aspired for such a thing? But they had always thought that if
it ever happened, it would be because they'd somehow raised the money to
finally buy it all back. They'd never even considered it being given to them.

But it had been, and it had increased the twins' affection
for their sister's lovers even more. They weren't horrid people like everyone
assumed, but the twins could still see how others could think that they were.
Not everyone had the pleasure of being bonded to them, after all. And that's
exactly what the twins were. Bonded to all four of Cocidius's Chosen
for eternity, or for however long they chose to walk this earth. They were to
be their eyes and ears whenever they were needed, their right-hand men, and the
ties between the six of them allowed for open trust. How could you betray
someone when you could neither lie to them nor even raise a hand against them?

They had surrendered themselves freely when Cocidius had
requested such a thing from them, and the god had bound their souls together,
making the twins into true liegemen, into true, unwavering supporters. They had
seen Padma Marked, had listened closely as the god had explained why she was
needed. Draco, Blaise and Virginia (as they'd begun to call her for no real
reason that they could place) had been reluctant at first, thinking that
Cocs mes meant for them to take Padma as a lover as well as their forth. But
they'd consented when He'd told them that He would never force such a thing on
them, no matter what the consequences.

And the twins also had Marks of their own, but they were not
Chosen, not exactly. More precisely, they were not Cocidius's, nor any god's,
Chosen. But if you wished to say that they were His Chosen's Chosen,
then you wouldn't be too far off. They had grown in power dramatically, but
were still nowhere near as strong as their new masters were. Their lives were
tied to Virginia, Draco, Blaise and Padma's, and they would live for as long as
those four did. Should one or more of them fall, the twins would grow weaker
but not die. Not until the last Passed on. Not to say that they could not die
on their own, of course, were they ever seriously wounded and without any aid.

But they did not dwell overlong on that, as everything
seemed much too nice at the moment for them to worry themselves with a fate
that they could not change, a fate that they did not even desire to change.
Some might find their easy acceptance hard to fathom, asking how they could so
willingly agree to a life of servitude. But they did not see it like that, and
they knew no way to make others understand, nor did they really care to. It
wasn't any of their business anyway, and none of them knew the way that things
became so very crystal clear when within a god's presence. Neither did they
know what it was like to be magickally bound to someone in the way that the
twins were bound to the four Elementals.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?"

"What if someone from the ball breaks their oath of
silence?" George asked, and Fred turned over to look at him as best he
could in the almost non-existent light. The enchanted stars above them were the
only illumination in the room, and had, say, Bill or Charlie come inside, they
wouldn't have been able to see a thing. But the twins didn't need but the
slightest hint of light anymore, and the dim radiance supplied just enough.

"Then they will regret it." Fred answered simply.
One did not lightly break any oath, let alone one given to a Malfoy and a
Zabini.

"That's an understatement if I've ever heard one."
A silky voice drawled from outside their drawn bed curtains, and it was their
only warning before the fabric slipped open enough to allow two shadowy figures
to crawl up onto the mattress with them.

"Is it, now?" Fred asked, a teasing lilt entering
his tone.

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"Of course." Blaise responded, as if it would be
absurd for it not to be. "No one likes incurable leprosy." The twins
choked, and then started snickering.

"Ooooh, that is harsh." They said in unison, quite
glad that no such fate would be befalling them.

"Perhaps." Draco said, his lips curling into a
sneer that said he didn't really think it was at all. "But that's not why
we're here so early." He added, his expression evening out once more.

"What do you need?" George questioned without the
slightest hint of hesitation, rising to a sitting position and stretching his
bare arms over his head.

"Two things." He said neutrally. "Neither of
which you have to do. But both would be appreciated greatly." Their
interest and curiosity peaked, the twins tilted their heads to the side and
waited patiently for one of them to continue.

"We have an�errand, of sorts, to take care of before we
return to school in two days. We leave tonight, and it is important that no one
knows where we have gone once we do." Blaise told them, his indiyes yes
serious. The twins nodded.

"We understand. Is Virginia going with you?" They
asked, and the Slytherins' faces hardened.

"No. She must not know either." They replied, and
the twins' mouths fell open.

"What?" They questioned, shock shining clearly in
their eyes. The Slytherins looked away, as if they didn't quite believe that
they were going to keep something from her either, but when they looked back,
the twins could see that their resolve stayed firm.

"No one else can know. Not even Virginia or
Padma." Draco stated, his mercury eyes boring into theirs and glittering
like the stars above them. The twins continued to stare for a moment or two,
before nodding again slowly.

"We'll do whatever you ask, of course, but do we get to
know why you're doing this?" Fred asked, not liking the creeping suspicion
growing in the back of his mind.

"We're going to see Voldemort." Blaise finally
responded, right when the twins had decided that they weren't going to receive
an answer. They almost wished that they hadn't as soon as the words had left
his lips.

"Like hell you are." George hissed, poking him
hard in the shoulder. Fred delivered an equally hard poke and potent glare to
Draco.

"We have to, alright?" Draco said, catching Fred's
hand, and the twins saw something new and completely unanticipated in their
friends' eyes. Fear. Not fear for themselves, oh no, never that. It was deeper
than that could ever be. It was instinctual, primal, the sort of fear that creates
an irresistible urge to protect and defend, to sacrifice everything if need be.
It was fear for Virginia, and it
cut the twins straight to their cores.

"Alright." They replied once they'd found their
wits again. A previously unseen tension seemed to leak out of the two
Slytherins, and each gave the twins a grateful kiss on the cheek.

"Merci." Blaise murmured, his eyes distant, as if
seeing something else entirely. Then they cleared again, and he gave a small
smile. "Just�don't let them find out where we've gone. We will be fine, I
promise you, but we cannot risk anyone coming after us, and we certainly cannot
take Virginia with us. Not there.
And she would demand to come if we told her. You know this." ((Thank you))

"Yes, we know she would." Fred sighed,
understanding his sister's stubbornness all too well. "But you know that
if she gets suspicious and opens the Marks we won't be able to keep it from
her, just as we wouldn't be able to if it was the other way around."

"Oui." Draco said softly. "You must be quite
pleased that we are rarely divided in such a way. I'm sure it must be a bit
uncomfortable for you. That's why we got that part out first."

"Oh, yes, the second favor." George said, putting
on an air of martyrdom. "Please tell me that it won't be something like
murdering and skinning helpless infants. Because that's the only thing that I
can think of that would be worse than facing my sister if she finds out what
you're planning to do."

"Non, non, it's nothing like that." The Slytherins
laughed. ((No, no))

"Then what?"

"You have a shop in Bristol,
do you not?" Blaise asked, and the twins felt a simultaneous shiver race
down their spines.

"Yes." They answered promptly, wondering where
they were going with this. Did they need something made? Or a place to hide if
need be? But both of those options seemed quite ridiculous, and the twins
couldn't glean anything from their Marks, as the two Slytherins were shielding
their end tightly.

"Do you like it where you are?" Draco inquired,
and they stiffened the slightest bit.

No, they didn't like where their shop was located at all. It
was in the seedy section of wizarding Bristol,
and their part of town was too unpopulated for word of mouth to spread very
far, so the business was bad. They made just enough to pay their bills and keep
themselves fed and clothed, and they were three weeks from losing the lease on
their flat. They would have chosen a better spot, or at least relocated, but
they simply didn't have the money. The gold Harry had given them years ago
hadn't stretched very far, although it had enabled them to create a whole horde
of new products that they knew would sell like crazy if they could only get out
of Bristol.

"Not particularly." Fred replied slowly, and the
smirks on their faces testified that they could tell the twins hated it.

"Would you be terribly heartbroken to leave,
then?"

"Not really." George said, his nose wrinkling as he
wondered what they were up to. "Why?"

"Because," Blaise started, his smirk turning into
a self-satisfied smile, "we have a proposition for you."

"See, we've been considering expanding into a new field
for a while now." Draco explained, and a funny, fluttering feeling started
between the twins' ribcages. "We weren't sure what sort, though, until we
observed your skill when we mixed that potion up for your brother."

"You two have some true talent, and we're always
looking for that." Blaise continued. "So we would like to offer you a
contract with us."

"A wha�" The twins started, but Draco waved them
silent.

"A contract." He repeated. "Should you
accept, you'll be relocating to Diagon Alley and to the shop where Gladrags
used to be. It will have to renovated, of course, and made suitable for your
needs, but that won't take very long once we assign a team to it."

"We own the shop already, so you won't need to worry
about a rent payment due every month. Although I doubt you'd have any trouble
paying it if you do agree to all of this," Blaise said wryly, "as you
would be keeping an eighty-five percent share of the total earnings, which is
rare, but we like you. And if it catches on like we think it will�"

"And we have never been wrong regarding our businesses
before," Draco added.

"Then within less than six months we could be turning
it into a chain. And just for signing the contract, you'll get the same deal
that all of the�promising new business owners we enlist receive. It includes
sponsored advertising, all of the supplies and staff that you will need for the
first year, and a new residence that you may or may not move into, depending on
your preferences."

"And then there is the signing bonus, of course."
Draco finished, and they both looked at the twins expectantly, waiting for them
to say something.

Fred and George, however, seemed to have lost the ability to
think properly, let alone speak. Everything that they had been dreaming for,
everything that they had sweat, bled and worked themselves into exhaustion for,
had just beend oud out before them, waiting patiently for their acceptance or
refusal. And what sensible person would turn down such an offer from the owners
of the largest, most successful corporations in their world? No one. If you'd
asked them a few months ago if these two would ever give them the chance to
prove themselves in such a way, they would have laughed, albeit humorlessly.
Yet there they were, watching stunned as they were handed a thick folder.

They opened it slowly, almost reverently, and saw the
familiar sight of Gladrags, except the sign was gone and the outside had
finally been repainted. Next were pictures of a country house that appeared to
be far from any neighbors, which would be a relief considering how often one or
another of their experiments exploded or malfunctioned when they were still in
the testing phase. After that came the contracts themselves, and they skimmed
over them silently, their hands shaking just enough for the words to slightly
blur. Then they reached the part about the mentioned signing bonus, and their
eyes widened impossibly, the parchment falling from their suddenly nerveless
fingers.

"A...A million galleons apiece!?" They cried,
staring at their friends as if they'd gone mad. They received mildly confused
looks in return.

"Oui." Draco replied. "Is it not enough? We
could double it if you wish."

"Double it? Sweet gods�" Fred muttered, feeling as
if he were floating, as if he were in a dream that would end at any moment,
leaving them back at their rundown shop in Bristol
with no hope and no future.
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"It's too much already without you doubling it."
George stated, his blue eyes still glued to the contract lying on the sheets.
"We'd never be able to pay you back for all of this."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that. And you're not required
to in the first place." Blaise insisted. When they made to argue, he held
up a hand. "I know, I know. You would want to anyway. Which is why we've
put a clause in your contracts that are not in most. We'll give you the
opportunity to be co-owners, which is typical enough, but we're also offering
you the chance to buy it all from us whenever you are able. We will not hold
you to a life-long debt as we do most others, for we favor you and you are
completely loyal to us, which is rare."

"You are highly skilled at what you do, as are
we." Draco added, another smirk beginning to form on his frosty lips.
"Together, we are sure we can have your business booming and thriving in
no time, especially with the War looming over the population's heads. They will
desire laughter and an occasional escape from reality, and your shop would
provide that."

"Yes, but�" Fred started slowly, his head still
spinning and his adrenaline rushing at the very thought of them getting such an
opportunity. "But what if it doesn't work out?"

"It will." Draco assured them, and his confidence
bolstered theirs. They shared the briefest of glances before turning back to
the two Slytherins and picking up the contracts once more.

"Alright. But the bonuses aren't necessary, I mean,
Willow Bright will be bringing in quite a good sum, and we could always
just�"
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