Chapter 1

Draco stood silently by the door, his body clothed in black, the hood of his cloak pulled low over his face, shadowing his face from outside view. Others stood back to look at him, their eyes narrowed in jealousy and disgust, at the young Malfoy heir, that stood in a place of power over them.

Whispers filled the dark hall. Rumours and lies spreading like fire in a dry field, slowly ceasing as foreign footsteps echoed throughout the hall, all eyes turning to look at another cloaked figure, flanked by one other. Their eyes falling onto the smaller figure in the room, the young Malfoy heir.

The teen stood tall, his eyes seeming to ice over as he felt their eyes on him. "Come." said one, swiftly turning to the way they had come.Draco followed, allowing the sleeves of his robes to fall over his hands, feeling them shake. The other cloaked figures led him silently, neither of them willing to converse in front of the young boy.

Draco allowed his mind to wander, his thoughts traveling to the next school year, to his up coming projects, his friends, his homework, his rivals...His head jerked up as the two older men, stopped, the door opened to reveal a nearly empty room, furnished with just a bed and chair, both covered in black silk.

Draco straightened, focusing his eyes as the men, stepped aside, allowing the young blond to enter their master's chambers. As he walked further into the room, the heavy oak door shut, the lock clicking into place, he turned, his grey eyes falling onto the dark lord's human face.

Startled, the young boy took a step back toward the door, his eyes roaming the older man's distinguished features. The dark lord chuckled, holding out his pale hand for the teen in front of him, a smirk settling over his lips, as he beckoned the blonde boy. "Come, Draconis," whispered the dark lord, his blood red eyes watching the slight form of the blonde." Let me see your pretty face."

Draco reached up, hestitantly pushing his hood back over his blonde hair, revealing his face to the man in front of him. Voldemort smiled, malicous intent evident in his dark eyes, as he extended his hand to the boy. Draco took his hand, bringing it to his lips as he slowly sank to his knees, his eyes downcast. "Beautiful," breathed the dark lord," even beautiful as a child; I cannot wait until you are older." said the older man, fingering the pale face in front of him, caressing the smooth skin of a child.

Draco swallowed, his fear spiking as he reached forward, unclasping the teen's robes, exposing his pale neck to the man before him. The dark lord unclothed him, worshipping his body, showering it with kisses, nips and tongue, reverently taking the virgin boy, as though he was the darkness that he and his followers praised. All the while, tears ran down is cheeks, bathing his face in sorrow and pain.

When the dark lord was satisfied, he sat up, walking leisurely to his chair, slowly pulling on his black robe. "Marvelous." Purred Voldemort, opening the curtains to reveal the sunrise, watching as the rosy light danced along the boy's pale skin. Draco slowly rolled over, wincing, his grey eyes studying the man before him.

"Milord?" whispered Draco, hestitantly reaching up. Voldemort took his hand, pulling him from the bed along with the sheets, pressing him into his chest, reveling in the feel of his smooth skin.

Voldemort ran his fingers through the teen's hair, watching as the sun rose higher into the sky, casting his chambers in pink light, bathing his young courtesan in rays of warmth."You will carry my heir, my prince of darkness, you will bear him to me and rule by my side." said the dark lord, his fingers caressing the boy's abdomen, as though he could feel the magic of the child not yet conceived.

Draco's eyes widened, his breath hitched in his throat, as the dark lord's hand gently rubbed his stomach, fear flashing in his eyes. Pulling the sheets closer to his body, he dare not try to wiggle out of the older man's grasp, in fear of the punishment. Slowly, Voldemort let go of the boy, watching as he looked up at him. "Get dressed and leave." he commanded, walking from the room, his robes billowing behind him.

Draco walked quickly around the room, gathering his clothes before apperating away to the only place he now felt safe. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary.