One Week

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, spells, or anything else associated with the lovely J.K. Rowling. All I have are my plot ideas! Also, this is extremely AU. Review please!

Draco sat alone on the train. His friends were talking too much so he found an empty compartment: the perfect place to clear his mind before returning home for the holidays. One question, however, lingered in his thoughts: how would he tell his father?

Out of all of the girls and boys at Hogwarts, Draco had to fall for him- an enemy of his family. If he had the power, the blonde would have put an end to his affections immediately, yet he couldn't help himself. And then there was the other one as well.

Did there really have to be two of them? Of course: Draco always had to be the complex one didn't he? Both were already involved with one another, which made it easier, but he doubted that either one would welcome Draco into their relationship with open arms. He'd find a way, but first he must do his initiation rites and warm his father up to the idea of him with them.

Lucius was in Draco's room helping him prepare for coven initiation. "Are you nervous?" he asked, helping Draco into his ceremonial attire, a long, black robe with deep red trim.

"Not really," replied Draco easily, "turning someone shouldn't be that hard."

Draco had to be strong in front of Lucius; it wouldn't do to have his older brother see his weaknesses and report it back to his father, but, truthfully, he was terrified.

He didn't want to turn someone against their own will. When that happens, they become slaves: completely subservient to whomever turned them. His father had plenty of servants, one of them being Draco's own mother. He just hoped that when the time came, his mates would want to be turned instead of becoming as submissive as his mother when it became too late.

Lucius checked the clock. "It's nearly time. Come, Father has a surprise for you. You don't want to keep him waiting."

Although the tone wasn't menacing, Draco couldn't help but feel sick as he let his brother lead him towards the ceremony.

"Are you ready to see your new friend, my son?" Tom Riddle asked, a glint in his eye.

Draco imagined that his heart would be beating out of his chest if it could. He glanced at his family. All were smiling encouragingly at him, sending love in his direction. He looked towards the covered cell, the heavy, uneven breathing sending chills down Draco's spine. He took a deep breath of his own and nodded. "I'm ready Father."

Tom unshielded the cell. Draco couldn't believe his eyes. Standing there, with backs pressed as close to the wall as possible, were the loves of his live: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"You're speechless, I see." Tom said with a grin. "I know it's only supposed to be one but I caught them both and I thought you could help me out." He crossed over to his captives' location. "The prophecy couldn't possibly work if we were on the same side and he was under my son's command, don't you think?"

Draco couldn't look any more horrified. Everyone was staring at him with adoration (Lucius with a hint of jealousy), and he knew he was about to shock them all. He was hoping to delay telling his father the news, but he had no choice. The blonde swallowed hard. "Father, I can't," he said. Tom looked very taken aback, a look of confusion washing over his handsome face. "I'm so sorry dad, but they're my intendeds."

The silence was deafening. "What?" his father asked, trying not to panic.

Draco cleared his throat nervously. "They're both my mates, I can't turn them like this."

"Everyone out," the Dark Lord whispered. Draco's family slipped away as quickly as they could. It was just him, his father, and the humans in question.

Tom sat down and ran a hand through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me? You had to have known since your birthday."

"Because I know how obsessed you are with this stupid prophecy and I didn't want you to be cross with me. But you obviously see that it doesn't have to come true! If Harry is with me, he would never hurt you. I know you wouldn't hurt him either." Draco replied desperately.

Tom knew he could never harm his son, even if he was in danger. "Draco, you always were my favorite." He stroked a lock of his son's hair gently. "Even so, you have a week to convince them to be with you. After that, you must turn them, accepting or not."

"Dad, that isn't fair! How will they possibly come to terms with this in a week?"

Tom closed his eyes. "One week, Draco. My life is on the line here. I'm not making you kill Harry, but if he doesn't warm up to this, I would rather him completely devoted to you so I won't have to worry. One week." And with that, Tom left his son with his intendeds.

Draco sighed. This is going to be impossible, he thought.