Ahh, I had an idea for a Dramione fic, so I'm rambling out this prologue now. Short little thing, not sure if I'm going to continue it or not.

"Draco…you have displeased me greatly." A thin hissing noise came from Voldemort, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, red eyes fixated on the soon-to-be-adult Draco Malfoy.

"Yes, my Lord," Draco muttered, eyes trained on his shoes. The sooner he could get away from Lord Fucking Voldemort, the better. He shared the Dark Lord's beliefs and ideals, but hated the Dark Lord himself.

"Dumbledore was weak and pathetic," Voldemort continued. "And yet, you could not kill him. Tell me, why did Severus have to kill the doddery old fool?"

Draco stole a quick glance towards Severus Snape, Potions Master, Death Eater, and currently the favorite of Voldemort. The only things that the slimy bastard is good at are potions and kissing Voldemort's ass. "I…I do not know, my Lord," he whispered.

He could almost feel Voldemort's furious glare burn into his back. "Very well," the Dark Lord spat. "Crucio!"

All Draco could do was scream and yell himself hoarse, pain soaring through his body, from the tips of his fingers to his heart to his bones. "Stop," he gasped, vision starting to blur, back attempting to bend in impossible directions…

"Corban, Alecto, take him down to the dungeons." Voldemort released the curse and Draco collapsed, fighting the urge to vomit. "Until you have a chance to redeem yourself…I will not see your pitiful face again," Voldemort spat.

Bellatrix pressed her pouty lips together before smirking at the Dark Lord. Draco fought the urge to scream in sheer frustration and pain. What the bloody hell does Bellatrix think she's doing? He looked up towards his mother and father. His father was stone-faced like usual – stone-hearted asshole – but his mother's blue eyes flashed worriedly. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again as Corban Yaxley and Alecto Carrow roughly grabbed his arms and took him down the steps towards the dungeons.

Yaxley opened the first dungeon and leered at Draco. "Ready for you, Sir," he taunted. "Shove him in, Alecto." Alecto threw Draco in so that the teen boy was thrown onto the ground hard.

Draco stood up slowly. He would not let these cruel pigs get beneath his skin. "Maybe you need to try harder, Corban," he retorted, using the man's first name in a show of disrespect.

Yaxley made as if to lunge for Draco but Alecto held him back, grabbing the man's arm. "He's not worth the trouble," she spat. "The Dark Lord will be most displeased if he finds you brawling with a boy like Muggles."

Yaxley spat and slammed the dungeon door shut, the clangs echoing across the empty halls. He locked it with a skeleton shaped key. "Hope you find your disrespect for the Dark Lord worth your time here in these dungeons."

Once both Death Eaters had gone back upstairs, Draco let himself fall against the wall, clutching the hard, rough bricks for support. Trembling, he lifted the hem of his pants upwards to look at his shin. The scent of blood wafted into his nose. His hands went pale as he saw a long, deep gash that wouldn't heal unless medical attention was given. He unconsciously reached into the inner pocket of his coat for his wand, but it was gone. "Dammit," he muttered. "Damn those dirty fuckers."

Slumping back against the wall, he knew that there was no escape from this wretched place. The Dark Lord never gave mercy. He sighed and took off his coat, folding it to make a small pillow for him to sleep on. There was nothing he could do now except wait…

That's literally it. I made up my mind, and decided I'm going to do at least one more chapter, so keep an eye out for it!