The Final Revenge

A/N: I would just like to apologize for this chapter. I know it's weird, but keep in mind that it was three in the morning when I wrote it. Please excuse what I've done to poor Draco in my sleep-deprived state.

Chapter 4: Orders to Kill

After a night filled with plotting and maniacal laughter that would do Salazar Slytherin proud, Draco decided that maybe the direct approach wasn't the best plan when it came to the Weasley chit. The first thing he needed to do was a little research on this girl. Well, when he said, "he needed to do research," he really meant he needed to find someone to do it for him. He immediately knew who he wanted to help him. Now he knew what he needed to do.

The thought of having a semi-decent, halfway acceptable beginning to a plan that didn't involve boggarts and easy cheese had Draco running around the room looking for something to wear. He was half dressed when he realized he hadn't showered. He groaned, stripped, and padded off to the bathroom. As opposed to popular belief, Draco really wasn't as "put-together" as he liked people to believe. When he got excited about something, which really didn't happen often, his behavior turned a little, well, strange to those who didn't know him. The "People That Know Me" list currently contained three names, one of which was his mother, so he had to be careful about the whole "excited" thing.

Satisfied that he was, in fact, clean, he tried getting dressed again. It worked much better this time. Looking in the mirror to make sure he was wearing everything he should be and nothing he shouldn't be wearing, he grinned to himself and Apparated to his best friends' house.

~~~~~

Ginny was running late... again. She needed to leave the house at seven-thirty in order to run all of her errands and make it to lunch with Harry at eleven forty-five. She needed the entire afternoon to finish Ben's costume.

She jumped out of bed at eight after seven with an "Oh, crap!" and ran around the room looking for something to wear. (Ginny had more in common with Draco than she really wanted to know.) She threw on some robes and a pair of shoes and put her hair in a messy bun.

She then ran through the bathroom to Ben's room to wake him up. This was a task easier said than done. Her prodding earned her a rather nasty glare for a three-year-old, and Ben just rolled over and decided to ignore the insane woman who dared to wake him.

Ginny groaned and went to his closet to find him something to wear. She hoped that maybe he would decide to get up if she promised he could wear his favorite outfit portraying scary dragons eating a village. Ginny found the garment a little disturbing, but it had been a gift from Charlie, and it was Ben's favorite.

The bribing and pleading fell on deaf ears and Ginny had to take desperate measures. She braced herself and picked up the child who immediately started kicking and screaming.

"Ben, you are really getting too old for this, now stop," Ginny said in her "mother voice." This earned another glare and the screaming resumed.

Ginny thought that those doctors who thought Ben had developmental problems were daft. This child knew exactly what was going on. He just didn't like it.

A headache and several bruises later, Ginny and Ben were ready to go.

~~~~~

Draco apparated to his best friends' dining room expecting to find Blaise and Pansy at breakfast. This was not the case. Being in the completely calm and rational state that he was, he decided that the best thing to do was stand in the middle of the living room and call for Blaise at the top of his lungs.

"He has got to be kidding me," Blaise mumbled as he disentangled himself from the sheets and his fiancé.

"Blaise, honey, kill him," came Pansy's muffled response from under her pillow.

"Will do," Blaise said as he walked from the room in only his pajama pants.

He made his way to the stairs and found Draco waiting impatiently at the bottom. Draco looked at Blaise's pajamas, messy black hair, and sleepy eyes and had the nerve to ask, "I didn't wake you, did I?"

Blaise glared at his friend and replied, "It is seven o'clock...in the morning...on a holiday. What do you think?"

"Oh, sorry about that. I need your help," Draco said as he made his way to Blaise's study.

"You do know I'm under strict orders to kill you," Blaise said as he relented and followed his half-crazed friend.

"How is Pansy, anyway? I haven't seen her all week," Draco asked ignoring the death threat.

Blaise sighed and flopped down on his leather sofa and said, "Well, she isn't thrilled with you at the moment, but other than that, fine."

"That's good. I need a favor," Draco said, feeling that small talk could be had later.

"If I say I'll do it, will you go away and let me go back to bed?"

"Well, it may take a while to explain."

Blaise put his head on his arm that was on the arm of the couch and let out a groan that greatly resembled a sob and motioned for Draco to continue.

~~~~~

Four false starts and half an hour later, Draco had related the contents of the will. Blaise, who was currently in a state of uncontrollable laughter, managed to ask, "So, to get your inheritance, you have to marry Ginny Weasley!" This was too great as far as Blaise was concerned. It was just the thing to wake him up. "Doesn't she have a kid?" Blaise asked as he tried to hold back the tears of mirth.

"I don't see why you find this so funny, and how did you know about the kid?" Draco asked as he looked uncertainly at his friend.

Blaise, sobering himself, asked, "Doesn't everyone know about that?"

"Well obviously not!" Draco hissed.

"Oh, come on. It was in the papers for weeks," Blaise said as he looked at the other man strangely.

"It most certainly was not. I think I would remember that."

"No, really. It was about a year and a half ago, I guess."

"Would this happen to have been during the three months I spent in France?" Draco almost yelled.

Blaise stopped and looked thoughtfully into the air. "Now that you mention it, I think it was."

Draco let out a groan of frustration and said, "Well, why would it be in the paper anyway... and that kid looked much older than a year."

"All I know is that she adopted some child after the war. Nobody wanted to let her do it, but then Harry Potter got involved, along with the media, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop her."

"Why would she adopt some random child?"

"I'm not really sure. I know that no one else had wanted him. I guess she felt bad for him."

"Well, who were his parents? What happened to them?"

"See, that's the thing. No one knows. When the Aurors found them, they were too badly mutilated to tell who they were. They weren't from Britain, and there were no reports of a missing couple with a baby. They're pretty sure that it was Death Eaters who killed them, but what the main question on everyone's mind is why didn't they kill him, too? He doesn't have a scar or anything. It's like they didn't even try to hurt him. They just wanted to kill the parents. Usually, Death Eaters will take out the entire family."

"That is strange. That really doesn't sound like something they would do. Do you know anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. The boy should be about three now. Oh, and his name is... Ben I think. Yeah, his name was embroidered on his blanket along with his birthday."

Draco, yet again, cursed his father, and Blaise looked at him with a smirk plastered across his face. "What?" Draco asked impatiently.

"You're going to be a daddy," his voice not at all hiding his amusement.

"Shut up! And I'm not going to be anything unless I convince Ginny to marry me. Do you know if she's seeing anyone? That would make things much more complicated."

"How would I know? I don't read the gossip columns. You'll have to ask Pansy. But I really wouldn't go yelling after her like you did me," he hastily added. "She actually carries out death threats. Besides, she deserves to sleep in; she's stayed up studying for exams all week."

After the war, Pansy had been particularly interested in the trials that went on and decided to go to law school. Not really being known for intelligence, everyone was stunned to learn that Pansy actually held down a respectable three point nine G.P.A. When she found something she liked, she worked hard at it. The wizarding world really didn't have many lawyers, but they were becoming increasingly more popular.

"I guess I'll save her the trip to Azkaban for homicide and let her sleep in," Draco said reluctantly.

"She'll be up soon. Come on, let's go see if breakfast is ready," Blaise said as he put his arm around his friend and led him to the kitchens.