He searched around wildly, looking for an escape. I will not die! he
thought to himself with ferocity. He looked towards the door, only to
realize that it was being unlocked.
"Ah," said a slippery voice. "I see we are trying to escape."
Draco stopped searching the room with his eyes. His gaze locked with that of the abomination he was supposed to call a father. The very thought was poison in his mind.
"Good evening, Father," he spat, his disgust almost tangible. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
A glare crossed Lucius Malfoy's face. He threw his son onto the floor. "Don't toy with me, boy. I can see into your mind. You like that filthy Mudblood brat, don't you? And she doesn't even know it!" He laughed viciously.
"No," he said.
"You defy what I say?"
"Yes. She is not a Mudblood and I do not like her. I love her," Draco stated with conviction.
Lucius smiled evilly. "Well, I'm sure I can take care of that. You, my dear boy, are to become the greatest Death Eater of our time and we cannot have that brat getting in the way of your success."
"I do not wish to become a Death Eater, and you will do nothing to harm her."
"It's a good thing I am skilled in dealing with difficult people. I had hoped you would be smart enough to see reason. Imperio!"
Draco had been anticipating this. He was not going to give up his life and his love this easily. He ducked out of the way. Lucius was totally enraged at this point. He drew a small dagger from a sheath near his ankle. In a panic, Draco started running to avoid him. Lucius began to try and corner him. Then, as if in slow motion, the older man tripped and fell. He did not get up. Draco approached cautiously.
Suddenly, Lucius looked up at him. Draco backed away as he rolled over. The dagger in his chest was now clearly visible.
"The Dark Lord will have you, my son, and you will live to see her die."
And with those words, Lucius Malfoy, the most cunning Death Eater of the century, was dead by his own hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There are few people in the world who will stand up to those more powerful than them in the name of love. When one does come across two like this, it should be a celebrated time, for it will likely never happen again. These are two such people, and this is their story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: anyone who know how to do the paragraphs plz post the info id greatly appreciate it
"Ah," said a slippery voice. "I see we are trying to escape."
Draco stopped searching the room with his eyes. His gaze locked with that of the abomination he was supposed to call a father. The very thought was poison in his mind.
"Good evening, Father," he spat, his disgust almost tangible. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
A glare crossed Lucius Malfoy's face. He threw his son onto the floor. "Don't toy with me, boy. I can see into your mind. You like that filthy Mudblood brat, don't you? And she doesn't even know it!" He laughed viciously.
"No," he said.
"You defy what I say?"
"Yes. She is not a Mudblood and I do not like her. I love her," Draco stated with conviction.
Lucius smiled evilly. "Well, I'm sure I can take care of that. You, my dear boy, are to become the greatest Death Eater of our time and we cannot have that brat getting in the way of your success."
"I do not wish to become a Death Eater, and you will do nothing to harm her."
"It's a good thing I am skilled in dealing with difficult people. I had hoped you would be smart enough to see reason. Imperio!"
Draco had been anticipating this. He was not going to give up his life and his love this easily. He ducked out of the way. Lucius was totally enraged at this point. He drew a small dagger from a sheath near his ankle. In a panic, Draco started running to avoid him. Lucius began to try and corner him. Then, as if in slow motion, the older man tripped and fell. He did not get up. Draco approached cautiously.
Suddenly, Lucius looked up at him. Draco backed away as he rolled over. The dagger in his chest was now clearly visible.
"The Dark Lord will have you, my son, and you will live to see her die."
And with those words, Lucius Malfoy, the most cunning Death Eater of the century, was dead by his own hand.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There are few people in the world who will stand up to those more powerful than them in the name of love. When one does come across two like this, it should be a celebrated time, for it will likely never happen again. These are two such people, and this is their story.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: anyone who know how to do the paragraphs plz post the info id greatly appreciate it