Disclaimer: I don't own HP. Oh well.
Author's Note: This is dark and disturbing. Be warned.
His eyes were wide and blank, blood dripping off of the tip of his nose.
"You never believed in me." He whispered, digging the dagger he got for his seventeenth birthday deeper into his Father's chest. Lucius had been dead for at least an hour, but Draco continued, slicing at any part of his Father's flesh that remained untouched.
"You forced me into this, thinking that I would fail, and that Master would hate me…" He said, shoving his blackened Dark Mark into what was once his Father's handsome face.
"Master loves me more than he has ever loved you!" He screamed, hoisting the dagger above his head and plunging it into his Father neck, "He loves me!"
Long, slender fingers trailed their way through the boy's blood-soaked blond hair, "Lord Voldemort told you that you would have a reward beyond your most desired dreams…"
Draco nodded, twisting the knife further, relishing in the pleasure of the Dark Lord touching him.
"It this, Draco, what you wanted above all?" The Dark Lord asked, yanking Draco's hair, the blood smearing on his skeletal fingers.
"Yes… my Lord… above all…"