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"The Dark Lord wishes to speak to you," said Lucius Malfoy, to his only son, Draco.
This is the time, thought Draco, He will ask me for the Dark Mark now, I know it!
Draco knew that his time to accept the Dark Mark is near. Voldemort has been constantly calling him over for the past month. He's been asking him about Harry and his friends, thinking that he knows something about them that he doesn't. Draco always answered truthfully and told him everything he knew about them.
It was true that Draco did know a lot about Harry, Ron and Hermione. Draco told him about how Harry had organized Dumbeldore's Army. He told the Dark Lord about Harry crushing over Cho Chang. He told him everything he knew. He gave the Dark Lord answers, but none helped him.
Soon, the Dark Lord will ask, "Draco, do you accept the Dark Mark?" Draco would give him his answer, which will of course be yes and the Dark Mark would be drawn on his arm painfully.
If Draco had an actual choice, then he wouldn't accept it. He didn't want to be a Death Eater at all. But he had to accept it.
One reason is that if he even hesitates to say an answer, the Dark Lord would take his soul. The other is his father. His father would be so mad about if he said no. If he escaped the Dark Lord somehow, he'd still be killed by his own father, who is always talking about how proud he'd be once Draco gets the Dark Mark. The other reason is that if he doesn't accept the dark mark and managed to survive the Dark Lord and his father, what point would he have in life? He couldn't just ask Harry to participate in the war on his side; for one they wouldn't believe him and for two he can't fight against his father.
"Draco, my dear boy, I have a question to ask you," said the Dark Lord, as Draco entered with fear. This is it, thought Draco. "Slytherin Sex-God, am I correct?" Draco nodded trembling. He bowed to make cure that his head is below Voldemort's. "Don't worry, not yet," said the Dark Lord, noticing that Draco was trembling. "The questions I have for you this time are not about Harry and his friends, not fully, they are more about you. Being the Slytherin Sex-God, you must be loved by females. Am I correct?"
Draco nodded, too afraid to be arrogant.
"Well then, go on, who are these girls?"
Draco began listing the girls' names. While doing this, the Dark Lord was walking around, trying to recognize one of their names, but he couldn't. After Draco said about five names, the Dark Lord stopped him with a scream of fury, which made Draco and his father jump.
"Stop, stop, stop! Is there a female in your list who is also friends with Harry? Hermione Granger, the mudblood, does she like you?"
Draco began wondering why he asked such a question. Is it because he has a plan? He had no idea. He stuttered at the thought that Hermione Granger would like him. "No," he answered rudely.
"How dare you speak to your Dark Lord this way," said the Voldemort drawing his wand. Lucius Malfoy's eyes widened with fear. His only son was in danger. "Crucio," shouted the Dark Lord, as Draco struggled.
He felt pain he'd never felt before. It's like someone was whipping him while he was on fire. He felt his organs deform and his soul trying to escape his body. He wished he'd died on the spot. Anyone feeling the Cruciatus would want to. His eyes were closed tight, as he was trying to control the pain.
Lucius was also being tortured watching his son like this. He couldn't do anything to stop the Dark Lord. If he said a word against the Dark Lord's actions, he would be tortured even more. He'd wished that he could run over to his son. He wished that he could feel the pain and not Draco.
He kept wriggling, and after about ten minutes of this torture, the pain stopped, while Draco was panting breathlessly on the floor. He choked and gasped for air. The Dark Lord didn't wait for Draco to catch his breath. "Well, that should teach you to talk that way to me. Now, is there anyone from Dumbeldore's army that likes you?"
Draco thought for a moment. Who in Dumbeldore's army likes him? There's Cho Chang, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Lavender Brown, Parvati and Padma Patil. That was all he could think of at the moment. Yet none of them liked him. He shook his head, still panting strongly.
"Answer me in words boy! Also don't lay down in my presence," Draco got up on his knees, trying to keep his head below Voldemort's and gulped. "No, my lord, none that I know of," he said fearfully.
"List the ones you know of!" said the Dark Lord impatiently.
He coughed, still recovering from the Cruciatus. "There's Cho Chang, my lord."
"She won't do," he said thinking. "Harry doesn't like her anymore anyway."
Draco remembered when he told the Dark Lord about finding Dumbeldore's Army and about how Umbridge used Veritaserum to get the answers she was looking for and Cho was the one who told off Dumbeldore's army. That's when Harry started to hate her.
"There's Luna Lovegood," he said, trembling at every limb. His breathe slowed down a bit.
"You mean Xenophilius Lovegood's daughter? Isn't she the daydreamer? She has mental problems you told me."
Draco nodded. He told the Dark Lord about how Luna has imaginary animals and how she looks into space so many times and thinks.
"She won't do either. Give me another!" he said walking with his hands behind his back think about something.
Won't do for what? Draco asked himself. It seems that the Dark Lord has a plan. But what is it? He'd find out later.
"There's Ginevra Weasley, the Weasley girl, the youngest member…"
"I know perfectly well who she is!" said the Dark Lord angrily. "She was the one I took over in your second year!"
Draco was scared at the tone of his voice, for it was the same tone he used to say the Cruciatus curse. He hasn't said much about Ginny Weasley, so thought he didn't know much about her. But oddly, his voice calmed down a bit.
"Ginevra… yes… she's perfect! Since she's Arthur Weasley's daughter, she must know a lot about the Order. Yes, this is the girl!"
Draco was a bit confused. First, the Dark Lord asked him about the girls that liked him. Second, he asked him about the girls in Dumbeldore's army. What do they have to do with each other? What could possibly be his plan? And then he said something about the Order. How he wished to ask Voldemort his plan, but questioning the Lord would mean a terrible suffering.
"Draco, my dear boy, I have a task for you before you can get the Dark Mark," his voice was very soothing. He put his hands on Draco's soldier. This made Lucius smile, the Great and Merciful Lord had touched him.
Draco looked up at him, awaiting the command with fear.
"Make Ginevra Weasley like you, love you, anything but hate you. Make her feel positively about you in exactly one week."
Draco's eyes widened. "But…" he stopped as soon as he realized he was questioning the Dark Lord's orders. "Sorry, my lord," he was desperate for an answer though, but worried about what he would do for saying 'but'.
"I'll forget that, seeing that you have learned your lesson," it was an odd reaction. Voldemort still had his soothing voice. He also has a creepy smile spreading across his face. "So do as I say." Draco nodded frightfully.
What is he trying to do? Draco asked himself, see if I could do the impossible?
"If you succeed, you will be ready for the Dark Mark, if you don't then you, or your father would suffer death or torture. There is a plan behind it all, my dear Draco, I won't tell it to you now. Not yet," his calm voice didn't comfort Draco at all. His smile sent shivers down his spine. "You are dismissed.
Draco sighed in relief. He bowed to Voldemort and went to his room to rest. But all night he was thinking about the Dark Lord's order. What could it mean? How the bloody hell am I supposed to get the Weasley to like me in only a week?
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