Just Not Cut Out for Torture (HP - Drarry)

Chapter 30: Moldy Voldy

Hiya guys!! *waves spastically* I'm back (finally) from travelling to see the doctor. Not "The Doctor" as in Who, unfortunately. Because, lets face it, Time and Space and aliens-that-want-to-kill-you are way cooler than migraines-that-want-to-kill-you. Anyway. A new chapter! Enjoy!

Harry POV

"Right, well, I think that's everything." Arthur reached for his gavel. Harry smiled, remembering the day a tipsy Ron had confided to Harry that the muggle artifact was the only thing keeping his dad from bolting in sheer terror on days he was forced to conduct Order meetings.

Harry cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus. "I have something to say," he called, pitching his voice to carry over the quiet conversations that had started up.

Arthur looked at him in surprise. "Yes, Harry?"

"I've told some of you that I was bringing a friend tonight - someone who could be a powerful ally."

Arthur looked around, confused. "Yes?"

Harry waited a beat, until everyone was looking at him, then coughed nervously. "Right. Well, here he is." He reached over and yanked off the invisibility cloak, revealing Draco.

There was a moment of shocked silence, and then the muttering started.

"What does he have to offer that we could possibly want?"

Draco lifted his chin. "Slytherin House."

Even Snape looked startled.

Several people started talking at once. Arthur Weasley clapped his hands. "I'll have order, if you please!"

Fred snickered. "We are the Order, after all," he stage-whispered to George.

Arthur glared at them before turning to Draco. "When you say Slytherin House..."

"I mean that I can offer you the loyalty of every member of Slytherin House." He raised a sardonic brow. "None of us is particularly pleased with our parents' choices, of late. "

"Malfoy? Defecting?" Ron's strident voice broke the thoughtful silence.

"Yeah, well...turns out Moldy Voldy and I don't get along. Something to do with the fact that he's a raving lunatic," Draco drawled. He lounged against the wall, the picture of aristocratic ease.

Harry clenched his hands at his sides to keep from putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Draco's ease was entirely feigned – Harry could see the strain in his shoulders, the tenseness to his fingers. Merlin. He could feel himself tensing further, aching to do something – anything – to relax Draco. But he daren't act yet – Draco had to prove to the Order that he was acting on his own.

Harry tore his eyes away from Draco when the silence stretched on. He looked over the room to see everyone's jaw dropped. Finally Neville whispered "Moldy...Voldy?" Dean snorted, and then Seamus, and then they were all howling with laughter. Fred and George stepped forward, and Harry tensed again, but instead of attacking, they each slung an arm around Draco.

"That's gold, mate!" Fred shouted.

"You have to let us use it – " George added.

" – in our newest product – " Fred continued.

" – It could win us the bloody war!" they ended together.

Draco looked skeptically up at them. "And just what might this new product be?" he asked. Harry had to give him points for maintaining his composure whilst sandwiched between the 'terrible twins'.