Disclaimer: Not mine, as far as Harry Potter characters go

A/N: longer one at the bottom


Draco Malfoy was in a particularly foul mood as he stormed through the front doors of the manor. If there was one thing that he disliked, it was running the Dark Lord's errands before dinner. He found it hard to stomach anything with flashes of the day's events going through his head as he tried to enjoy his meal.

"Inform my Lord that the mission was a success," Draco snapped as he headed towards the staircase, he was in dire need of a shower.

"The Lord has given me instructions that you're to report to him once you arrive,"

"I see," Draco answered, "where is he?"

"In the library, sir,"

Draco's mind was racing as he wondered why the Dark Lord needed to speak with him. It wasn't that he was surprised that he wanted to speak to him, it made sense that he would want to speak to his highest ranking Deatheater. What surprised Draco is that he would request to speak to him after what was considered a low level mission. Direct reports were usually reserved for high level missions.

"Come in," came the cold voice as Draco reached the doors to the library. It had taken him a few years but he had trained his body to not react to his voice, Draco no longer felt the need to shower after every conversation he had with the Dark Lord.

"You wanted to speak with me, my lord?" Draco questioned as he kneeled before the man sitting in a high-backed chair.

"Yes, how was your mission?"

"It was a success," Draco answered smoothly.

"As I expected," the Dark Lord whispered, "Sit, Draco," he ordered.

Draco slowly got to his feet as he sat in the arm chair across from the Dark Lord.

"I need to discuss some plans with you, Draco,"

Ah, so there was something important going on, Draco thought as he kept his eyes trained on the roaring fire.

"Yes, my lord?"

"As you're aware this has been going on longer than I would like,"

Draco didn't have to ask what had been lasting longer. The war, if anything seemed to be escalating and as far as Draco knew both sides were at a stalemate.

"I was expecting a swift victory," the Dark Lord continued, snapping Draco out of his thoughts, "The only reason that Potter and his friends have lasted this long is because of their foolish trickery."

"I agree,"

"Now more than ever is the time where no remorse must be shown. The world needs to know that Lord Voldemort shows no mercy,"

"Of course my lord,"

"Draco—"

The Dark Lord never finished his next sentence because at that moment they were interrupted by Bellatrix's cackling.

"I've brought a present!" she yelled gleefully as she approached the doors to the library.

"What have you brought me, dear Bella?" the Dark Lord hissed. Draco noticed that he was trying to keep his anger in check at being interrupted.

"Look at what the cat dragged in!" she shouted as she pushed a hooded figure into the room.

"Play nice or you'll end up like your friend back there," Bellatrix warned the struggling figure as she shoved the person to the floor.

"Well if it isn't my favorite nephew!" she said when she noticed that Draco was in the room.

"Good evening, Aunt Bella," Draco greeted her he turned to look at the Dark Lord whose curiosity had been peaked at who the hooded figure could possibly be. Could it possibly be Potter? Draco thought and as if reading his thoughts the Dark Lord spoke.

"Who's your friend?" he practically cooed and Aunt Bella lapped up the attention.

"I've caught Potter's mudblood," she answered proudly as she let out a peel of laughter. His aunt pulled the cloak from the figure and sure enough there was a young woman on the floor between Draco and the Dark Lord.

Draco's eyes quickly flickered towards the Dark Lord and noticed that his hopeful gaze had been replaced with a more predatory look.

"What a wonderful gift," the Dark Lord said as he stretched his hand out for Bellatrix. Bellatrix dropped to her knees and held on to his hand, staring up adoringly at him.

"Thank you, my lord. Your approval means so much to me," she declared as she kissed his knuckles.

Draco's stomach lurched at their exchange, he was still unable to wrap his mind around the way that his Aunt Bella worshiped their lord. All his followers were required to worship him but his aunt Bella did so willingly and lovingly.

"Draco, please show our guest to her quarters,"

"Yes, my lord," he answered as he began to stand.

"You're sick, vile, evil and pathetic," Granger moaned from her place on the floor, "Harry's going to win, there's no way that you will ever triumph,"

Draco barely had time to register what had happened, his aunt quick as lightning had pulled out her wand and aimed it at Granger.

"Do it," Hermione moaned, "attack a wandless witch because that's what your lot does best—attack the defenseless,"

"Such spirit this one has," the Dark Lord praised, "what a waste of power,"

Draco saw as his aunt raised her hand and slapped Granger across the face.

"Bitch," groaned Granger as she made to rise again, she was barely on her knees before his aunt Bella slapped her again.

"Filthy mudblood, you will not disrespect me," his aunt growled as she pointed her wand at Granger's chest.

"Bella, please do not break my present," Voldemort interrupted.

Grudgingly, aunt Bella backed away not before kicking Granger in the stomach. Granger made a pathetic moan as she clutched her stomach and curled up into a fetal position.

"Draco, take her to her quarters,"

"Yes, my lord," Draco answered as he stood over mudblood Granger. Draco bent over and roughly grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet.

"Let go of me," she hissed as she began to struggle weakly.

Draco ignored her protests as he pulled her along, exiting the library and walking down a dark hallway.

"Let go of me, Malfoy," she demanded again as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp. "You disgust me," she finally muttered as they reached the cells.

Draco knew that he had reached his breaking point because before he knew what he was doing he had Granger pinned against the wall by her neck.

"No. You disgust me," he growled as he tightened the hold he had around her neck. "Touching you makes me sick," and with that he let go as she collapsed on the floor gasping for breath.

"Welcome to your new home," he taunted as he pulled Granger to her feet and threw her into her cell. "By the way, how does it feel to be the one being slapped?"

"I hate you," Granger whispered.

"Doesn't everyone?" he asked as he turned on his heel and left a sobbing Granger behind.


A/N: I know! I'm starting ANOTHER fic. EEEEK!! This one just came to me and I'm not sure exactly where's its heading, I have a few ideas. It came to me when I was listening to Give Me a Sign by Breaking Benjamin and I had to write something. It was going to be a drabble and then a oneshot and finally I was like, NO! this has to be a fic. I was going to make Draco an Order member, but where's the fun when he's already nice? I want him to change and guess who's going to make him change? Yep, Hermione!! Please give me feedback on how I can make this better. Bee Tee W, reviews are going to motivate me to write faster! mucho love, GREEN FLAMES

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