A/N: I'm currently on a huge writer's block for my other fics and I just thought of a new one so I decided to write it. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything at all.
Title: Dark Infatuation
The Surprise
The summer before seventh year found Draco Malfoy lying tiredly on his bed as he hoped he could get more sleep after a restless night. He was anxious, that much was obvious. Later that night he was to receive the Dark Mark. Like all the rumors, his family was strong followers of Lord Voldemort. He too was very loyal to the Dark Lord as he was to be His successor. It would be the most glorious feeling, having the power, the wealth, and the looks. No one could deny that. He, along with the heiress, would have the power to rule over the wizard and muggle world alike. They would kill all those who betrayed them and shed the blood of mudbloods and muggle-lovers.
Draco could almost imagine the feel and taste of this power. He only wished he knew what his wife-to-be looked like. Yet another reason why he could not sleep that night was because not only would he receive a special version of the Dark Mark, but he would also be getting married to only Voldemort knows who. He wanted to know so badly who it was he was to marry and carry on the ideals of the Dark Side with.
He lay back with his eyes closed with his arms propped beneath his head as he wondered if the girl attended Hogwarts as well. His gray blue eyes reduced to slits as he thought of that filthy place with all the mudbloods and mudblood lovers lurking everywhere. Then his mind loomed to the Golden Trio. His fists tightened as he thought of Potter, Weasel, and that mudblood Granger. Potter and that broke down weasel were always in his way and that Granger- oh how he hated how she bested him in everything, that ugly filthy skank.
Snapping out of the vicious images of setting the Golden Trio on fire, he turned his head to his clock, which now read 1:00 P.M. Best get up before Mother gets all fussy. Contrary to belief, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy were very loving to their son. They just didn't like being around such filth, which made them in bad moods, and knowing his mother and father, one wouldn't want to be near them when they were in their worst.
He got out of his bed and put on baggy black cargo pants and a forest green tee shirt. Even though he hated mudbloods with a passion, he did like their clothes, as did his parents. He walked down the two flights of stairs and padded into the dining room.
"Good afternoon, Mum, Dad."
"'Afternoon, Draco." His father nodded at him before continuing to read from a thick pile of paper held in front of him.
"Ready for the initiation tonight, son?" Lucius asked as he took a sip of his drink. Draco nodded. "Good. Be ready by six." Draco took a croissant from the table and went outside to the lake to get his mind cleared. Today was going to be a day he would never forget.
He lay down on a stone absently chewing on his croissant. He sighed. It seemed as if it were the day he was just entering Hogwarts as a first year, acting as if he could take on anyone. How much of a fool he had been then. And now, here he was, ready to become a Death Eater and Lord-to-be. He was weak then, but now he was stronger than possibly Voldemort himself!
He smirked at the mental picture of the Golden Trio. Those fools don't know what's headed for them. Oh, how he wanted to wipe their bloody smiles off their ruddy faces- Weasel with his family too poor to buy a quill, Scarface with his damn hero act, and finally her- that filthy little mudblood know-it-all. He hated how she always found a way to outsmart and disgrace him in front of others. Draco looked up at the drooping sun. Better go in now.
OOOOOOOO
Finally it was time. Draco dressed in black slacks and a silk button-up shirt under his black hooded robe. Draco met his father downstairs who was waiting for him by the chimney. His father looked up from his thoughts. "Are you ready, Son?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." He let out a huge sigh expelling all the nervousness of the situation.
"Be careful, Draco," Narcissa hugged him. He smiled in return, gave a nod to his father, and they left with a pop.
"Finally, my loyal followers have arrived. I have been waiting for this day for a long time," Voldemort spoke as he looked into the crystal ball.
"My Lord, they have arrived."
"Bring them in." He watched Lucius enter, hood over his head, followed by Draco who did not wear his hood. "Are you ready, young Draco?"
Draco kneeled on one knee with his head bowed. "I am ready." He said with a calm, collected voice.
"This is the only chance you have to back out. Do you wish to do so?"
"No, I only wish to serve you and become your successor in ruling the wizarding and non-wizarding worlds."
"Excellent. What do you think, my daughter?" At this Draco shot his head up. Daughter? Since when did Voldemort have a daughter?
"I think he's perfect, Father." A girl stepped out from behind her father's throne. "Hello Draco." She smirked at him. What? No it can't be.
End of The Surprise
A/N: I know it's really short, but I want to know what your think about it so far? I hope you like it. Please review. Please no flames! I've had enough bad days as it is and I don't need a flame to make my day even worse.