Draco's lips quivered. He could only watch as Bellatrix tortured Hermione. No—he didn't pity the mudblood. He was just… Draco didn't know what he was doing. He turned from the scene, unable to watch Bellatrix make that girl scream any longer. He pressed his lips together to stop their trembling and tightened his grip on his wand. Draco decided that he didn't pity the girl; no, he was simply…not used to watching torture.
Another pained shriek from the girl's lips had that damn quiver migrate from his lips to his hands; he dropped his wand as the trembling worsened and Granger began to cry.
"Pick it up," ordered his father.
"Yes, Father," Draco replied, smoothly as he could manage.
Suddenly, Bellatrix was on her feet and walking dangerously toward Draco.
"Why'd you drop your wand?" she asked; her voice was that scarily sweet tone he hated. Draco licked his lips before answering.
"Lost my grip," he lied.
"Your grip?" Bellatrix repeated, annunciating each syllable with striking mockery. "Draco lost his grip!"
Draco looked down at his aunt. She truly terrified him. Bellatrix bore her teeth wildly before stamping back to Granger to resume the torment. Draco hung his head. Becoming a Death Eater wasn't something he was entirely proud of—he'd never admit it, no, but he couldn't help but feel as if what he was doing was wrong. He was aware of his mother's disapproval, but still craved his father's approval.
Draco was a mere child. He was still that sneering kid with slicked back hair trying to please Daddy. He'd grown physically into an appealing young man, but he still craved that attention from his father. He'd do anything to get it—even watch another be tortured with a stoic expression.
"Look up, Draco," Lucius said. Draco's head snapped up.
Hermione screamed.
Draco winced.
A/N: Short and not-so-sweet, but I like it. I was inspired while watching Deathly Hallows Part 1 the other night and this idea swam out of my head and onto paper.
I hope you enjoyed :)
