A/N: This is going to be a three-chaptered story, each chapter focusing on one of the Unforgivable Curses. No slash is implied in this one; it's just written strangely. Promise.
Unscripted, I
Cruciatus
Odd things went on in the Malfoy household between the father and the boy. The scene was the basement; the props were the wands and one screaming young Muggle.
"Like this?" Master Draco asked Father, knowing perfectly well that what he was doing was correct.
"Exactly," Father replied, pocketing his own wand. The Muggle girl looked at Master Draco, fear and sadness mingled in her imperfect eyes, and Master Draco looked back with something akin to anger written all over his pale face. Father approved.
"And I just say it, then?" Master Draco verified, viciously stalling.
"You just say it," Father nodded, stepping away.
"Crucio," Master Draco said then, so casually it was absurd. The girl's eyes rolled back before they snapped shut, and she started twitching. The chair she was bound to topped, and she lay there on the floor, twitching, surrounded by darkness. This was the part in which the audience would traditionally be gasping, perhaps even fainting, but not a sound was heard aside from the 'clunk' of the girl's patent-leather shoes as they hit the floor over and over. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. One Silencing Spell later, it was as though the girl wasn't even there.
The bored determination in Master Draco's eyes never wavered, and his wand-hand was unfailingly steady 'till the end. The curtain closed with something akin to ennui devouring Master Draco's largely unimpressive features. Father noticed, and he agreed.