DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except this stupid little plot. Everything else is JK's and if you ever think it is mine than you are just really stupid.
SUMMARY: Draco must pretend to befriend Harry to bring him to Voldemort but what happens when he falls in love? Will he turn his back on his feelings or his master?
WARNING: This is a slash, meaning boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it don't read it. If you read this anyway and flame me then you are again stupid.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fan fic and my first slash. This is just the prologue. The slash won't come until much later on.
Draco Malfoy kneeled before the Dark Lord, his head bowed in silent submission. A few weeks after the end of school his father had brought him before Lord Voldemort and his inner circle of Death Eaters for intonation into Voldemort's followers. Even now the Dark Mark still throbbed on his arm from being summoned by his Lord.
Since the day he had received the Dark Mark Draco had seen and done many horrible things. Already he had watched his father and several other Death Eaters torture innocent muggles, some no younger than him. But when his father had turned to Draco with that malicious spark in his eyes Draco had not hesitated to raise his wand and say the simple word that filled the air with screams.
He had not hesitated because he had liked it. The feeling of complete power and dominance over another person. He had smiled when he felt the darkness reach out and coil itself around him, had relished in the sound of the muggle woman screaming in pain, had drunk in the sight of her twitching and withering on the floor. He must have proven himself because now he kneeled before his master ready to hear his first mission.
"Rise, young Malfoy." The could voice sliced through the air shooting a chill of pleasure down Draco spine. Draco repressed a smile as he rose to stand before his master.
Voldemort sat in a high back black leather chair. Red eyes filled with knowledge and hunger stared at Draco from pale skin as thin white slips twisted into a smile of pleasure.
"Are you ready to serve your master Draco?" Voldemort asked silkily. Draco bowed his head out of respect.
"Yes, my lord."
"How far would you go to obey my wishes young Malfoy?"
Here was the question Draco was having trouble with. His natural Slytherin and Malfoy instincts told him that he shouldn't sacrifice himself for anyone. His own skin was far to import. But he knew the answer his master wanted and it wouldn't due to anger him. He made himself answer without hesitation.
"I would die."
"Very good." The Dark Lord said sounding pleased. "Very good indeed. Now for your mission. It should be quite easy for someone of your skill young Malfoy." He was silent for a moment before he asked "You are in the same year at Hogwarts as young Potter are you not Draco?"
"Yes," Draco answered looking up for once before quickly lowering his eyes again.
"What is your relationship with the boy?"
"Potter as always been my enemy," Draco said quietly before hastily adding, "my lord."
"That will have to change very soon young Malfoy," said Voldemort calmly. I want you to get close Potter. I want you to befriend him, earn his trust and when you have it I want you to bring him to me. His death had been long over due."
Draco wanted to scream that would never befriend Potter, never wanted to get close to the boy everyone believed to be a saint, a savior. That Potter would never trust him anyway but he held his tongue. He wanted to please his master so he answered simply, "Yes, my lord."
Anyway, if it could get Potter out of his hair, it was worth it.
A/N: So what do you think? It's just the prologue but if you like it let me know so I can write some more. REVIEW PLEASE! -SlowSister
SUMMARY: Draco must pretend to befriend Harry to bring him to Voldemort but what happens when he falls in love? Will he turn his back on his feelings or his master?
WARNING: This is a slash, meaning boy/boy relationships. If you don't like it don't read it. If you read this anyway and flame me then you are again stupid.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fan fic and my first slash. This is just the prologue. The slash won't come until much later on.
Draco Malfoy kneeled before the Dark Lord, his head bowed in silent submission. A few weeks after the end of school his father had brought him before Lord Voldemort and his inner circle of Death Eaters for intonation into Voldemort's followers. Even now the Dark Mark still throbbed on his arm from being summoned by his Lord.
Since the day he had received the Dark Mark Draco had seen and done many horrible things. Already he had watched his father and several other Death Eaters torture innocent muggles, some no younger than him. But when his father had turned to Draco with that malicious spark in his eyes Draco had not hesitated to raise his wand and say the simple word that filled the air with screams.
He had not hesitated because he had liked it. The feeling of complete power and dominance over another person. He had smiled when he felt the darkness reach out and coil itself around him, had relished in the sound of the muggle woman screaming in pain, had drunk in the sight of her twitching and withering on the floor. He must have proven himself because now he kneeled before his master ready to hear his first mission.
"Rise, young Malfoy." The could voice sliced through the air shooting a chill of pleasure down Draco spine. Draco repressed a smile as he rose to stand before his master.
Voldemort sat in a high back black leather chair. Red eyes filled with knowledge and hunger stared at Draco from pale skin as thin white slips twisted into a smile of pleasure.
"Are you ready to serve your master Draco?" Voldemort asked silkily. Draco bowed his head out of respect.
"Yes, my lord."
"How far would you go to obey my wishes young Malfoy?"
Here was the question Draco was having trouble with. His natural Slytherin and Malfoy instincts told him that he shouldn't sacrifice himself for anyone. His own skin was far to import. But he knew the answer his master wanted and it wouldn't due to anger him. He made himself answer without hesitation.
"I would die."
"Very good." The Dark Lord said sounding pleased. "Very good indeed. Now for your mission. It should be quite easy for someone of your skill young Malfoy." He was silent for a moment before he asked "You are in the same year at Hogwarts as young Potter are you not Draco?"
"Yes," Draco answered looking up for once before quickly lowering his eyes again.
"What is your relationship with the boy?"
"Potter as always been my enemy," Draco said quietly before hastily adding, "my lord."
"That will have to change very soon young Malfoy," said Voldemort calmly. I want you to get close Potter. I want you to befriend him, earn his trust and when you have it I want you to bring him to me. His death had been long over due."
Draco wanted to scream that would never befriend Potter, never wanted to get close to the boy everyone believed to be a saint, a savior. That Potter would never trust him anyway but he held his tongue. He wanted to please his master so he answered simply, "Yes, my lord."
Anyway, if it could get Potter out of his hair, it was worth it.
A/N: So what do you think? It's just the prologue but if you like it let me know so I can write some more. REVIEW PLEASE! -SlowSister