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Seeking the Dragon	By : emeraldjay Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'Hermione has a point,' Draco thought. He understood that getting
Ron in a better mood would be best for everyone; if anything, it
would allow him to feel more safe under Ron's roof.

Quickly, he got up off the bed, trudged to the bathroom, and
checked himself over in the mirror. After taking stock of his poor
appearance, he splashed some water on his face in an effort to wash
away the tear stains. His eyes were still slightly red and puffy and
his hair was a mess. He ran a comb though it to hide the slept-on
look. Thoroughly satisfied that he had removed all evidence of having
sobbed himself to sleep, Draco crept to the study room door.

Draco anxiously knocked on the door. "Ron," he called,
"we need to talk." He paused a moment, awaiting an answer.
Hearing nothing he knocked again, this time shouting.

"Weasel, if you're going to hide the whole time I'm here,
what was the point of inviting me?"

Ron didn't know what got him more riled, being called 'Weasel' or
being told he was hiding. Either way he knew he would have to face
Draco sometime. After all, Draco did have a point; there was no sense
in inviting him if he was going to hide. Getting up from his desk, he
walked over to the door, reversed sil silencing and locking spells he
had cast, and flung it open, causing Draco to jump in surprise.

"What do you want?" Ron shouted. 'Oh, way to go, Ron,
what a way to start off the next round,' he thought to himself.

"You do realize that it isn't polite to hide from your
guests," Draco said with a smirk.

'Damn that vile smirk,' Ron thought. He cracked a half-hearted
smile at Draco's attempt at humor. Draco's humor had intenntended
effect; it broke the tension between them long enough for Ron to
rethink his words.

"You're right, I haven'tctlyctly been a welcoming host,"
Ron said sheepishly.

"And here I thought you Weasleys were all about hospitality,"
Draco chuckled.

"Around here you have to fend for yourself most of the time.
I'm not used to having visitors that aren't family."

"Oh? What about the Potters? They aren't fy. Ay. Anyway, can
I come in and sit down? I can't stand having conversations across a
doorway, I feel like you're going to slam it in my face at any
moment."

"Oh, sorry. Find a chair," Ron said, inviting Draco into
the room.

Draco looked around the room. He saw the desk was practically
covered with what he presumed to be paperwork from Ron's job. There
were also pictures at each end. The one of Ron, was a Wizard photo
without a doubt for tmagemage was sticking its tongue out and making
faces at him. The other was of himself flying during a Quiddich
match. It seemed odd to him that Ron had another Muggle style picture
in here. He couldn't figure out why Ron had any pictures of him at
all. He looked at Ron and saw that the redhead appeared on edge,
though he couldn't tell why

After Draco sat down by the desk, Ron seated himself and began to
talk.

"The Potters are very much like family. They have stuck by me
through quite a bit."

There was a long silence before Draco spoke.

"Due to their Gryffindor loyalty, no doubt," he sneered,
then regretted the words the moment they escaped his mouth.

Ron rolled his eyes at the blond's comment. "Malfoy,"
Ron whined, "do you think you could drop the Gryffindor-this,
Slytherin-that routine? Like you said, we aren't in school anymore."

"Old habits, you know," Draco said.

"So I see," said Ron. "I know you didn't come in
here to argue. You could have done that in the doorway."

Ron took out his wand, giving Draco a reassuring look before
calling out, "Accio coffeepot." The coffeepot came to rest
on the desk near Ron's hands. He tapped the coffeepot twice,
muttering a few words, and then the cold coffee was steaming again.

"Would you like some?" he asked Draco, summoning two
coffee mugs.

"Yes, please," Draco answered, feeling confused. Ron's
abrupt change in mood was puzzling, but since he knew the Gryffindor
could lose his cool in a heartbeat, he supposed he could also regain
it just as rapidly.

After he and Draco took their first sips, Ron spoke.

"I should apologize for blowing up at you. I don't think you
meant for our conversation to turn into a shouting match." Ron
took another sip, watching Draco's apprehension fade away, before he
continued. "While you're here we may as well try to get along.
There aren't many places I can hide a body." It was Ron's turn
to smirk at Draco. "And I'm sure this is probably a lot to
digest."

"Weasley-err-Ron, you're right, this is all a bit too much to
take in. I come home to find my family's home reduced to rubble, I
find out my parents were killed while trying to avoid capture, and to
top it all off, I find out that you were behind keeping the estate in
my hands. I must admit, I am grateful that I still have the land, but
I have to know, why did you get involved? It's not like we were
friends or anything before I left."

"True, you and I weren't friends by any means." Ron
hemmed a moment before continuing, "I got involved because I
couldn't tolerate those self-serving hypocr in in the Ministry. If
your family is anything like mine, your land has been in the family
for generations. To take that away, along with everything else, would
have been punishing you for being a Malfoy. That's not honorable and
is really no better than Voldemort who punished Muggles for being
Muggles."

"But I don't understand, why you?
Wasn't there anyone else that had a problem with this? Even a former
Ravenclaw, should have seen a problem with the logic of it all,
right?"

Ron merely shook his head. It finally dawned on him exactly how
far outtouctouch Draco had been, while away.

"Draco, this may come as a shock to you, but your father was
an excellent fighter. Don't let this get out or they'll probably burn
me alive, but I actually admired his skills in battle. If your
parents had been fighting against, instead of for Voldemort, they
would have been seen as war heroes. Unfortunately, for them, the only
one the Ministry wanted to punish more was Voldemort. My brother
Percy, the power grubbing git, practically worshiped your father."
Ron watched as Draco's eyes grew wide at this realization. "Percy,
became your father's right hand. Most of the time he worked with the
Ministry, he leaked information about the who and the when to him."

"You must think I'm an idiot, Weasley. There is no way you
can get me to believe that my father would possibly work with anyone
from your family."

"No, Draco, I don't think you are an idiot. Like I said this
morning, things changed during the war. Percy was so cunning, and
power mad, he managed to convince your father to trust him. He earned
that trust by getting involved in planning some of the raids, he gave
the Death Eaters enough information that they could get away. It
wasn't long before he cut ties with our family and took the dark
mark."

"You mean he gave up being Fudge's lapdog for a little
promise of power?" Draco asked.

"Not just a little. He was given the chance to lead a few
surprise attacks. I was still working as an Auror back then. Percy
was one of those Death Eaters that attacked my father. He owes his
life to Harry and Hermione, I would have killed him if they had not
stopped me. Percy's partner in the attack just happened to get caught
in the crossfire of a family tiff. Poor chap should have known better
than to work with someone who could double cross his own family."

"Especially the Weasley family." Draco muttered.

"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ron.

"How many others in your family make objects quiver when
angry?" Draco inquired.

"I don't know, I've never seen it happen."

"If your relatives' magic is half as strong as yours, I'd
rather not be the one pushing them far enough to find out."

"Why? Uh, not that I would encourage you to cross them, but
why do you say that?" Ron asked

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the fact that just a while ago, I
was wondering what would hit me first; the stuff you have hanging up
or a blast from your wand."

"Sorry, I don't usually work myself up like that. It can be
rather destructive."

"Really?" Draco asked, smirking. "I never would
have guessed." he teased, slouching back in his chair with his
arms crossed and looking as though he were ready to burst with
laughter. "Is that why the Potters' pictures are in your guest
room?"

"Sort of. The last time I had them out in the den, I turned
Hermione's monochromatic. For the sake of the pictures I moved them
in there since I don't go in there very often. Besides, I've got one
in here too."

"Where? The only pictures I see are the one of you making
faces at me, and that Muggle picture of me. How did you get one of
those anyway?" asked Draco.

Ron looked down at his hands and fidgeted as he spoke. "Creevey
took it. I asked for a copy just before the end of sixth year. I
suppose you saw the other one in the loo, too." He gave Draco a
half smile. "This one of me," Ron began as he poked at the
picture's chest, "is actually of Harry, Hermione, and myself.
They have one just like it."

Ron turned to speak to the picture, "Ron, could you go get
the other two, please?"

"Which two?" the picture asked with a devilish grin on
its face.

"The real two, Ron." came Draco's reply. He had no idea
what compelled him to say it, but the image of Ron was gone from the
frame before he could change his mind.

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" Ron asked.

Draco shook his head. "I have to face them sometime, right?"
He looked Ron in the eye. "Might as well get it over with."
he said with a sigh.

"True, but don't you think you should wait another day?"

"I probably should. I've been talking to Hermione's picture
in the guest room, don don't think it will go too bad." Draco
gave a weak shrug. "It's her husband I'm worried about."

"She'll keep him undertroltrol, unless you call her
Mudblood."

"Somehow, with the three of you around, I don't think that
will happen anytime soon." Draco chuckled.

"Good choice." Ron said.

"So how soon do you think they'll be here?"

"Knowing the two of them, they'll be taking the Muggle way
here."

"Why do you say that?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

"For starters, I don't have a fireplace for them to make an
entrance by Floo and unless they've hired a nanny in the last day or
so, their daughter will most likely be with them. So, that leaves
Apparation out." Ron explained.
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