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The Assignment
Draco Malfoy let the hot water run over his head and body. For the next few minuets he could forget everything. All of his cares and worries were washed away with the water that flowed over him and down the drain. He lifted both of his arms and ran his fingers through his hair; how good it felt to be free.
Reluctantly, Draco shut off the water and reached for a towel. He dried off his hair and then wrapped the towel around his waist. Back in his room, he stood in front of a full length mirror: clothed only in the towel, his broad shoulders and muscular torso exposed. His hair was still slightly long and now hung around his face, he liked it like that. Sighing he reached for his gel and slicked it back; he knew it didn't really matter what he favored.
Over the years Malfoy had become more reserved; the reason being he was bored with everything. Making obscene comments at the Boy-Who-Lived, the Weasel, and their Mudblood girlfriend ceased to be thrilling. He had no real friends, the only thing that came close were his two yes men: Crabbe and Goyle. There wasn't really anyone who Malfoy would have chosen to socialize with anyways. All of the boys he knew were afraid of him, and only ever sought his approval, except those few who only wanted his disgust. As for girls, well all the ones he knew were stupid gits and were only good for one thing. His father was so caught up in worshiping his evil lord to notice anything or care for anyone. Malfoy looked at his father as pathetic; the way he always sought to please his dark master.
There was never anything new in Malfoy's life. It was always the same old hate muggles, curse Potter, get good grades; life was absolutely dull. That was probably the reason why he had agreed to become a Death Eater; it was new, it was different. Malfoy didn't really care for the Dark Lord or his evil ways; Draco was the individual type, he did what was best for him. Right now he wanted a challenge.
Draco pulled on a pair of black pants, and a black shirt. He finished his ensemble off with a black cape, and turned to face the mirror again. There was no doubt that Draco was sexy in a mysterious way, that way why he got so many women so easily. His dark and surly look somehow only added to his attractiveness. Briskly, he turned on his heel and left his room.
"I am ready Father."
"Good. Come then."
Draco's Father walked over to the fireplace, they were going to use floo powder to travel to the Dark Lord's lair. The elder Malfoy lead the way followed closely by his son.
Lord Voldermort had located himself on an old castle at the top of a cliff. It was a much better setting than the house of some long dead muggle. The Malfoys arrived in the main chamber, where all meetings were held. Draco looked around, the room was dark and lit by torches that hung on three of the walls; the fourth wall was left in total darkness. It was by this wall a tall and shadowy figure stood maliciously. The figure turned.
"Luscious!" the figure hisses, "I see you have brought your son."
"He is ready, my Lord," the elder Malfoy said bowing.
The figure focused now on Draco, "Is this true, son?"
Draco bent his head low in a nod.
"Very well then. You will complete, for me, an assignment. When your task has been fulfilled, you will have proven your loyalty and will be ready to become a Death Eater. Do you accept these terms?"
Draco again bent his head low to show agreement.
"Good. As you know, my rise to total dominance is at hand, but first I wish to settle old scores. Therefore, you will befriend the girl called Hermione Granger and lure her to this castle on the eve of the new year. She is to be the bait for my trap. Is this understood?"
"Yes sir," Draco replied with a nod.
"Excellent," he said in a slow drawling voice, "Be off then!" With this he turned his back to the two Malfoys.
So, what do you think? I know not too much terribly important happened in this chapter, but it was the background, and things will pick up soon. So do we like it? Do I keep writing? Let me know!
~Atiannala
