Written by Aquilus
(beta'd by Princesspepper)
Pairings: Draco/Harry maybe some other pairings in future chapters
Rating: R for SLASH (Two guys like each other very much...), sex, language and other nice stuff...
Summary: In summer between 6th and 7th year, Draco's supposed to become a death eater, no matter what he wants. He runs away and finds himself in Leaky Cauldron with his would-to-be-enemy..
Disclaimer: No matter what I want, I sadly don't own the characters, the places or anything else than this.. ehrm..plot..
Author's note: Wohow! I'm proud of myself! I've started creating my very first story! And hey guys, I'm sorry but English isn't my first language, I come from Finland (that little place in nowhere) and no matter how hard I try, I always find mistakes from my texts… Unless someone else finds them before I do.. Well, anyways, here we go! Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Offer Or Compulsion
Draco's point of view
This means somebody's thinking…
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Here I am, sitting in my room and trying to do some of my homeworks. I just can't think about anything, because I haven't been able to sleep for the past month.
Or maybe it is the thing that happened to me on a Quidditch final with Gryffindor last spring when I saw Potter flying in the wind with his hot, black and messy hair. That's the view that's been circling round my mind ever since. I have to get this thing out of my head. I'm a Malfoy, Malfoys do not have crushes, especially when it's on their worst enemy.
You might wonder why I haven't been able to sleep. It might be because of Harry... No way in hell! Did I just call him Harry! Potter! He's filthy Potter, the Mudblood lover! I think it's mostly because of my father's offer, though I think it's more like compulsion that has been keeping me awake ever since I got back home from school. I'm not even sure if I'm able to call Malfoy Manor home anymore.
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(One month earlier)
It felt great to be coming back home again. The good scent of pureblood family was floating in the air after painful year of dealing with Granger and all the other filthy Mudbloods in Hogwarts. My mother had made me a cup of tea and the table was covered with some papers. Right when my mum saw me noticing those papers she called a servant to clear them up to somewhere else.
My father had bought himself out of Azkaban at the beginning of my sixth year. I was happy for him until I noticed that Azkaban had changed him to become a more evil person than he was even before he was arrested.
Voldemort had been quiet through my sixth year at Hogwarts. I had been wondering why my dad didn't send me any letters about anything. The only letters I got from him were when he told me that it would be better for me to stay in school during Christmas and Easter holidays, and when he told me that he would come to pick me up from Kings Cross station.
I sat down with my tea and my dad came in.
"Hello my son, and welcome back to the Malfoy Manor after a long break." He looked at me with his eyes that looked pretty much like mine. If I would have known what he was going to do to me, that bastard wouldn't have those eyes anymore. It doesn't feel good to see that great git has similiar eyes to yours…
"Hi Father" I answered. I had a strange feeling, and really didn't want to talk to him.
"Why are you so quiet? Usually when you come back home you tell us everything about filthy Mudbloods and that fucker Potter, and after telling us everything, you continue with how many times you've fucked Parkinson girl with her under Imperius curse."
"Why do you care?" I began to feel bit angry. "First you tell me not to come back home, but when I come, you ask me why don't I talk to you like I usually do after arriving back home. It might probably be because you told me in indirect way that this Manor isn't my home anymore. That could be one reason. And the second could be that my father doesn't contact me except for the letters that tell me not to come home for vacations. I think I should ask you couple of questions. You shouldn't ask me about anything."
Lucius (yeah. He's Lucius to me. He's not my father. Not after what he was going to tell me)looked at me with suprise on his face. I looked at him with the "you better make a speech to defend yourself " look.
"I understand why you probably don't want to talk to me anymore," he started. I began to leave. "But please let me finish." I decided to sit down again with an "I-couldn't-care-fucking-less" look on my face.
"You may have wondered why the Dark Lord has been so quiet. Well, I'll tell you why. He's lived here, trying to make himself stronger. Malfoy Manor has been full of the servants of Dark Lord, trying to make him feel pleased, because no one wants to get himself under Cruciatus curse. The Dark Lord himself told me that he wouldn't like any outsiders to hang around him. He wants to be in peace and strengthen his powers."
"Well, where is he now? Doesn't the Great Lord Voldemort want to live here anymore? How did you mess up at this time?"
"He moved into Lestrange's house couple of weeks ago. And I'm still one of His closest servants. No matter what you would think. It's just because He doesn't want to live in the same location for too long. Just so the Ministry wouldn't find out where he's staying."
"So did you have some more important things to tell me about what's going on in my house?"I asked him.
I just wanted to get out of that room and think about the perfect Harry. I didn't dare to tell Lucius I'm gay and that the Parkinson stuff were just lies I told him to be thought highly of by him. But I didn't want to be respected by him anymore. Actually, I couldn't care fucking less if he doesn't want me to be his son.
"Well, now it seems like you don't respect the right person..." he started.
"Yeah right! I don't respect that Dark Lord who kills innocent people just to clear off all the good people from this planet."
"Did you just say 'good people'?" Lucius asked me. "I thought you hate Granger and other Mudbloods and Muggles at least as much as I do."
"Well, you were wrong!" I shout at him. "I don't say I love Granger, but I just admit that they're not real idiots as your Lord is, who thinks that by killing everyone who doesn't think and act in the same ways as he does himself would make the world a much nicer place to live in. But, it doesn't work that way!"
"But, anyway, two weeks before school starts, you'll be marked as Dark Lord's servant."
"Are you telling me that I have to get that bloody symbol on my arm?" I got panicked. I really don't want to serve that selfish bastard who doesn't think anyone else than himself.
"Well, if you don't want to have the Dark Mark, you'll have another chance." I started to feel better, maybe this would ease the problem a little. But it only made this worse. "Either you'll have a Dark Mark and you'll get married with a nice pureblood witch. Of course, I'll choose who's the lucky one. Or, you won't have a Dark Mark..."
Ok, I was gonna pick this one. Why should I want to have a wife, if I'm a gay. Especially because a wife and a Dark Mark wouldn't be a nice combination. I'm not interested in Voldie and I'm not interested in women. So no thanks, the first chance.
"...with your own will, you'll be the Very Personal Slave of Dark Lord. Which means you're gonna give a birth to the heir of The Dark Lord. The one who takes the power when Voldemort's time is over." Okay, this made things a bit harder to choose. No matter how hot that bastard would be, I wasn't gonna fuck him. Even if I am gay.
"You'll tell us your decision on August the twentieth."
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(at present)
I look at the calendar on my wall and notice that I must tell them my decision tomorrow. No shit. I'm not gonna be Voldie's sex slave. Never in a life time. I don't even want to be the son of a Malfoy anymore. Not if it comes to this.
Before I think of anything, I see I have all my stuff packed in my trunk and I'm ready to leave Malfoy Manor for ages.
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Author's notes: Yeah, well, that was the first chapter. I just hope you like it. And please, try to understand me. This was my first chapter I've ever written and I hope you understand me. Just review and tell me if I've made some mistakes and I'll snoG ya all!
And last but not least:
Special thanks: Very BIG thanks for my wonderful beta,
Princesspepper! Without you this story would be much harder to read and
I appreciate your job very much. Thank you!