~a/n: morning! How are you all doing on this fine summer day? I have about
nineteen minutes until it's time to switch the laundry from the washer to
the dryer, but in the meantime I have to time for a quick Malfoy fix. You
all know how I am about this stuff, and if you don't then ask Dessy or Lia.
They'll tell you.
T h e T h u n d e r R o l l s
He looked like a drown rat.
He knew how awful he looked, but there was time enough for changing and getting ready to go. Father would be leaving soon.
He changed quickly from his soaked school uniform into obsidian black robes. He was an attractive boy, tall and handsome for his mere fifteen years. He combed his pale blonde hair out of his face and straight back. He looked in the mirror.
Evil. Draco Malfoy looked like pure, blissful evil. He grinned darkly at his reflection.
Oh yes, he thought, this would do nicely.
For years, ever since he was a boy of seven, Draco had been attending these little meetings with his father. Bright-eyed and curious, he had absorbed every bit of information he could glean from watching his father and the others in the underground society. He knew their customs, their secret passwords, set up perfectly for when he was needed to take his father's place.
Lucius Malfoy was the head of the group, the leader of the secret society that had been waiting, all these years for the Dark Lord to return. Finally, it had happened, and Draco knew well what the little group had planned. He knew that Potter's days were numbered.
He grinned again as the door opened.
"Are you ready to leave?"
"Yes father," Draco said, his grin broadening. Today he would officially be a member of the society, today was the day he would get his initiation, and he would be an official Deatheater.
The last thing he had to do was get Potter out of the way, to officially consummate his membership. He started out the door, and a sick smile spread across his face. Oh yes, this was going to be a beautiful night.
T h e T h u n d e r R o l l s
He looked like a drown rat.
He knew how awful he looked, but there was time enough for changing and getting ready to go. Father would be leaving soon.
He changed quickly from his soaked school uniform into obsidian black robes. He was an attractive boy, tall and handsome for his mere fifteen years. He combed his pale blonde hair out of his face and straight back. He looked in the mirror.
Evil. Draco Malfoy looked like pure, blissful evil. He grinned darkly at his reflection.
Oh yes, he thought, this would do nicely.
For years, ever since he was a boy of seven, Draco had been attending these little meetings with his father. Bright-eyed and curious, he had absorbed every bit of information he could glean from watching his father and the others in the underground society. He knew their customs, their secret passwords, set up perfectly for when he was needed to take his father's place.
Lucius Malfoy was the head of the group, the leader of the secret society that had been waiting, all these years for the Dark Lord to return. Finally, it had happened, and Draco knew well what the little group had planned. He knew that Potter's days were numbered.
He grinned again as the door opened.
"Are you ready to leave?"
"Yes father," Draco said, his grin broadening. Today he would officially be a member of the society, today was the day he would get his initiation, and he would be an official Deatheater.
The last thing he had to do was get Potter out of the way, to officially consummate his membership. He started out the door, and a sick smile spread across his face. Oh yes, this was going to be a beautiful night.