A/N- WARNING! Major HBP spoilers! If you have not read HBP (or at least haven't gotten to the end of chapter 27) then please wait before reading this chapter. Some aspects I have changed to make sense with my story. For example, I wrote the first chapter before HBP came out, so obviously I had to change things about Draco's sixth year, but as the story continues, everything become HBP consistent.
Chapter 2- Psychological Analysis
Ginny woke up that morning to discover that yet again she had fallen asleep at her office at St. Mungo's.
"Crap," she muttered under her breath when she saw the pile of paperwork and files on her desk, all pertaining to one patient. In fact, she had an entire file cabinet devoted to that damn patient of hers. He was interesting to study though, Ginny would give him that. I never thought that anyone would be more challenging than Ron, but then again, I could be wrong, Ginny thought as she looked for that accursed folder; the folder that started it all.
"A-ha!" she shouted when she found the slightly bulging folder.
She glanced at the name on the file and still couldn't believe it was actually him. It was only a year and she still couldn't figure him out. It was annoying as all hell too. But what Ginny found sad about it was that he knew it as well.
"Fucking Draco Malfoy. I just had to listen to Professor Upland! 'Oh it'll be a great challenge for someone of your brilliance!' Hmph. Yeah, he's a 'challenge' alright. Let's see you try to get any information out of that man. He was damn lucky that request his mother made was approved by the Ministry."
It wasn't that Ginny didn't mind studying him because he DID in fact have a rather fascinating mind, but he was just too damn annoying for his own good.
She opened the folder to see his Azkaban mug shot glaring back at her with the fierceness that the real Draco Malfoy showed her each day. His psychological analysis was partially hand-written in Ginny's now messy handwriting and was only a quarter done. She knew it would take years to unravel the enigma that was his mind, but she would never give up on a patient, even someone like Malfoy. She unclipped the photo and placed it on the other side with her left hand and grabbed his file parchment with the right.
It was going to be another long day.
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Psychological Analysis
Name: Draco Thomas Malfoy
Date of Birth: 5 June 1980
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Birthplace: Malfoy Manor, just outside of Wiltshire in South-western England
Ancestry: Pureblood
General Family History
Father: Lucius Gabriel Malfoy
Date of Birth: 16 November 1954
Age: 50
Status: Deceased
Mother: Narcissa Eleanor Black Malfoy
Date of Birth: 10 January 1963
Age: 41
Status: Alive; has yet to remarry
Other Living Relatives
The Tonks Family
Andromeda (Black) Tonks (aunt)
Ted Tonks (uncle)
Nymphadora Tonks (cousin)
The Lestrange Family
Bellatrix (Black) Lestrange (aunt)
Rodolphus Lestrange (uncle)
The Weasley Family
Molly (Prewett) Weasley
Illnesses/Conditions: large concentration of Dark magic, family history of insanity
Other Personal Information
Incapacities: None that are known of.
Criminal History: Association with Voldemort and the Death Eaters, performing the Cruciatus Curse on Ronald Weasley,
responsible for the deaths of Lucius Malfoy, Percival Weasley, Angelina Johnson and Cho Chang
Wand: 13" Willow with Unicorn hair
Notes
- has a tendency to speak in the third person
- favourite among female (and some male) Healers
- uses charm to seduce Healers (note to self: try to prevent this at all costs!)
- killed father on orders from Voldemort
- attempted to kill Albus Dumbledore at 16
- youngest person to receive the Dark Mark at 16
- extreme mental inhibitions (does not like to talk about the past, uses Occulmency to block out others)
- refuses to comply with even the simplest requests
- has had ten other psychologists in the past two years; all had left the position with mysterious conditions or
afflictions
- originally slated for the Dementor's Kiss until mother, Narcissa Black-Malfoy, pleaded insanity for her son
- relocated to the Mental Ward at St. Mungo's three months ago…
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Ginny didn't need to look over the rest of his file. It was too extensive for her liking. Besides, she knew Draco like a brother. An evil and highly disliked brother, but like a brother nonetheless.
Today was one of her visits. She usually did them about every other day during the working week, leaving the remaining days (and if needed, the weekend) to study her other numerous patients. It bothered her to have to spend most of her time hearing Draco babble on about useless nonsense. Then again, Narcissa was paying Ginny extremely well, allowing her to live quite comfortably in a spacious flat in London. Thank the Gods for women like Narcissa Black, Ginny thought with a grin. After Lucius died in the war, Ginny learned (from Draco of course), that his mother immediately got rid of her taken last name and started using her maiden name, denouncing her husband as a lunatic in the process. Ginny remembered that this was around the time when she first got Draco as a patient. She thought that he would care about his mother's actions, but he was so far gone that he barely even registered it. Ginny found that visit to be very unsettling. It wasn't until she got Draco to talk about it that she learned that he was the one who killed his father.
She walked down the halls of St. Mungo's in her black pinstripe pantsuit and red dress shirt. Ginny hated to wear just black and white. Black was fine by her, but white was just too boring for her; she liked colour in her life. Her black stilettos clicked on the white linoleum floor as she held the handle of her briefcase in her teeth, freeing her hands to fix her hair into a very chic but business-like chignon. Once she secured her hair in place, she took the briefcase out of her mouth, pulled out her wand and cleaned the handle with a quick spell. She deftly placed her wand inside her jacket and stepped over the threshold into the Criminal Ward at St. Mungo's. She took a deep breath as she walked forward, allowing the door to swing shut behind her.
She went through the usual procedure visiting Draco entailed. That meant testing her wand for suspicious curses, a search of her person for contraband and of course testing and checking her briefcase for some more spells and/or contraband. When Ginny first started her visits, she was annoyed at the lunacy of testing her. The Aurors claimed it was protocol, but it still annoyed her. As the weeks passed, Ginny just ignored the procedure and tried to focus on the task at hand.
She made her way through the corridor, ignoring the stares and cries for help. Luckily, Draco was the only one in the criminal ward that she knew. Ginny walked straight to the back; Draco's cell was at the very end of the corridor. Every time Ginny got closer to his cell, she always seemed to become a bit scared or cautious. His cell was completely different to that of the other patients. The Aurors and Healers in the ward called him the 'Special One' as a little joke.
"Oh, yeah, he's special alright," Ginny mumbled underneath her breath.
As she got closer to the cell, she paused. It occurred to her how different Draco's cell truly was. While most patients either had bars with wards on them or the padded room with a slit called a window in the door, Draco's was completely different. One wall was completely made of glass; an easier way for the Aurors to keep an eye on him. The rest of the walls were padded so he wouldn't dream of doing anything stupid and every wall had at least seven wards on them. Even his robes were different. While most were decked out in white robes with a straight jacket underneath, he got to wear dark green robes with no straight jacket what-so-ever! Ginny personally felt that this was yet again all of Narcissa's doing, but Draco never hinted as such.
Ginny gathered her breath once again and strode over to Draco's cell.
She patiently waited for the wards to be taken down when she spotted Draco. Normally when she saw him, he just sat on his bed fiddling with his nails or laying back waiting for Ginny to enter. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized what he was doing. Instead of sitting down, he walked over to the glass wall, walking along with Ginny, smiling all the while. Strange, she thought. He never smiles, never. I believe it's physically impossible. Then she took a few deep breaths, willing herself to believe that her all-nighter was making her feel a bit disillusioned. Once she calmed down, she thanked the guard on duty and entered the cell. She wanted to regret it immediately.
Draco met her at the door, shouting out "Ginevra!" while enveloping her in a big hug. She looked behind her hoping that the door was still open. Her gaze was met with a closed door and a sniggering guard. She quickly patted Draco on the back and pulled away.
"Umm…nice to see you too, Draco. So how have been for the past few weeks? Did you have a good Christmas?" Ginny asked, conjuring up a red velvet cushioned chair in the process.
Draco settled down on his bed before answering. "Oh well, it was ok I guess."
Ginny went through their normal friendly formalities with a slight child-like air. She already picked up that he wanted to act like an eight-year old today. If he decided to act like one, then she'd have to think like one.
"What do you mean 'ok'? You didn't enjoy yourself at the hospital?" Ginny asked.
"No, I did enjoy myself. The Healers even brought in some entertainment and Mother did visit, but it was just…I don't know…weird to not be at the Manor. Ginny, why didn't you visit me?"
Ginny didn't know what to say. He never behaved like this in the year that she studied him. Sure he could be a pain, just like today was proving, but he never called her by her real name or "Ginny". It was always "Weasley" and he NEVER displayed any emotion short of loathing whenever she came in. Ginny didn't know if she liked this new development very much.
"Draco, you know that I would have visited you, but I was with my family."
"Oh, I understand. Too busy socialising with your family and Potter to visit your favourite patient," Draco replied with a sneer, putting a spitting emphasis on Harry's last name.
Ginny almost did a little jump for joy when he went back to his normal snarky self. This was familiar territory. She could deal with this Draco, not eight-year-old-pain-in-the-ass-spoiled-brat Draco. "Oh gods, Draco, not that again! You know that I haven't gone out with Harry for over a year! And besides, I'm here to talk about you, not about my love or social life."
"Fine then. So, Dr. Weasley, what's on today's scheduled session?" he replied with some more emphasis only this time on 'Dr. Weasley'.
"Well…let's see…" Ginny trailed off, taking his file out of her briefcase. "Hmm…we already discussed your childhood, what about your years at Hogwarts?"
"Oh please, Weasley. That's just a waste of a question and a waste of our hour long session if you ask me."
"Draco, who's the doctor here?"
"You are."
"And what is my job?"
"To discuss your personal life with me?"
"Nice try, but no. Please, Draco, don't be stubborn and answer my questions."
"Alright, as you wish. What's the first question?"
"How about we start off with some of the more obvious questions?"
"Whatever, Weasley. Just get on with it already."
"Fine. How did your years at Hogwarts make you feel?"
"Horrible."
"Really? How so?"
Draco snorted at this. "What kind of question is that? You were there, you should know."
"Draco, I know, but it just helps me to better understand what's going on inside your mind."
"Ok. I'll bite. It was horrible in many ways. It was horrid from the moment I met Potter. It was miserable the moment he didn't shake my hand first year. In that one inconsequential moment, I had unwittingly decided the fate of my seven years at Hogwarts. The thing is, Weasley, that I really and truly wanted to befriend Potter and the fact that he didn't accept my friendship irked me in more ways than one. I guess that's why I focused all of my hatred and personal anguish towards what you so lovingly called the 'Dream Team'. It may seem childish and pathetic now, but at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do."
He paused here, watching Ginny scribble down some notes on a roll of parchment.
"After my first year, things just got worse for me. In my second year, nothing pleased me more than seeing you involved with the Dark Lord's old diary. When my father informed me of his work, I wanted to hop around with a mad sense of joy. I thought it was a just punishment for speaking out against me. Nothing else eventful happened in years three through five. Then year six came along. My sixth year was the year that I could prove my use to the Dark Lord. Everything was perfect. I had every detail of the plan taken care of. Potter followed me," Ginny gasped here. "Oh don't look so surprised. I knew but do you think he had any concrete evidence against me? No? I thought so. Plus, he was too preoccupied with trying to make googly eyes with you while you were off snogging Dean Thomas. Anyways, Potter followed me, but that wasn't too much of a big deal. All I had to do was kill that old fool Dumbledore and my sixth year would have been perfect. It would have been, but at my big moment, I got scared and I ran off like a dog with its tail between its hind legs. I was in a deep depression for weeks. I was irritable, insufferable; an overall bastard. Isn't it funny?" Draco paused again, flashing Ginny a shark-like smile. "So much shit happened in my life and all before I was 16."
Draco left his tome at that, patiently waiting for Ginny to say something profound or thoughtful. She didn't say anything right away, writing down notes instead. After about five minutes, she looked up and spoke.
"Well, Draco, thank you for that lovely statement, but you didn't answer my question," Ginny said with a slight smile.
"What? I just poured my heart out with mediocre thoughts about a school I abhor and all I get is 'Sorry Malfoy, but that wasn't what I was looking for'."
Ginny had to bite her cheek to keep from laughing. Once she composed herself, she proceeded to speak.
"Truthfully, you started to answer it, but then you kind of digressed from the point. Here, let me ask you again. In what ways were your years at Hogwarts horrible?"
Draco was silent for about ten minutes, trying to figure out what he wanted to say. Finally, he spoke.
"I'm sorry, Weasley, but I can't answer that question."
A/N- Thanks for reading! Thanks to Angel my awesome beta! Wow. This one was a doosy! We learned a lot
about Draco's background. Just to let you all know, I did check his background on various HP fansites (like HP
Lexicon) as well as his family tree, which coincides with the Black family tree. If you find anything at fault, check
first, then let me know so I can make the appropriate changes. Other things I made up (his wand, his middle name,
Narcissa and Lucius's birthdays and middle names -I gave Narcissa my birthday. hehe.-, who he killed, etc.).