The Flip of a Coin

Chapter 5

"So, my little Wormtail. This is the 'celebration' you arranged for me?"

He raised an eyebrow in amusement as his servant struggled to answer him.

"My, my Lord. I believed there was to be a party. You know, get the old gang together. Minny was going to come, and of course, your brother too. Ooh. And Old Moll was meant to be cooking - mmm - her apple tarts..."

A dreamy look came over his face, and he didn't even hear his master laughing at him as they both made their way up yet another flight of stairs, coming to face a large stone gargoyle.

"Anarchy rules," he drawled, his smirk morphing into a smile as he came face to face with his brother.

"Alby!"

***

Molly Weasley was bustling around in her kitchen, shaking her head madly.

"Oh no, no, no. I am sooo unbelievably late! Ooh that man will have my guts for garters! Today of all days, Arthur forgets his lunch! He could have Floo-d, but no! 'I have a meeting, dear. Surely you can drop it off for me?' I can see why Minny poisoned her old hubby off now!"

She went on in this fashion for quite some time, before putting all of her cooking in a Bottomless Bag, and disapparating

***

Harry's head was spinning almost painfully. How did Malfoy know all those things? he wondered, and why is he being so nice all of a sudden? He frowned slightly, glancing over the top of his potions textbook, his eyes resting almost immediately on the girl, only a few seats away from him. It occurred to him how often the same thing seemed to happen these days, but it wasn't really surprising, as she was rather pretty. And there was nothing wrong with fancying his best mates sister really. He was already an honoury Weasley after all...

***

She sighed, pushing the pile of parchments away. A quick glance at her hourglass told her it was time to turn in, and she yawned widely, still exhausted from the previous night's events. Then it hit her.

"The party!" she hissed angrily, "I forgot the goddamn party! Argh!"

There was an amused chuckle from the doorway, and a pair of hands crept around her, holding her tightly.

"Don't worry, Minny. We can party here if you like."

She giggled, turning, and snuggled into his pale neck, before pulling him off to her bedchambers by the collar of his robes.

***

Draco Malfoy sat at a small desk in his Prefect dormitory, his eagle-feather quill scratching the same words across the parchment in front of him.

We will rule the world.

We will rule the world.

We will rule the world.

He sighed, turning at the creak of door hinges.

"Oh leave me alone already!" he whined. "I'm writing, I'm..." He trailed off, staring at the doorway for a moment, before jumping to his feet.

"Uncle Voldie!" he cried, as he leapt into his arms, squashing him in a big bear hug.