"Draco! Come with me now, your presence is requested." Narcissa Malfoy said, softly but urgently.

A tall, thin boy with white-blonde hair looked up from his book. "Alright…" he said, setting it aside and pulling on a cloak before following his mother downstairs. He was slightly upset by the fact that the Dark Lord had chosen his own home as his new headquarters but there really wasn't much he could do about that.

As soon as he and his mother rounded the corner, there was a thud. Voldemort looked at Draco, whose eyes were transfixed on the cause of the thud.

"Draco." He hissed. Draco reluctantly looked up at him, not daring to meet his eyes in fear of Legemency, but focusing on what was supposed to be Voldemort's nose.

"Yes, my Lord?" Draco said, surprising himself at how level his voice was. His eyes wandered around the room though, to see if he could get some sort of hint as to what was going on. His parents looked perplexed, but just as arrogant as ever. His aunt was confused but only her eyes said that. Severus looked angry which surprised Draco the most. Severus Snape was the most reserved man Draco could think of so to see him looking outwardly angry was a shock.

"Do you know who this is?" Voldemort's voice broke into his thoughts, sending shivers down his spine in the most unpleasant way imaginable. He couldn't use his voice, so he just shook his head. "Well, no matter. It doesn't make a difference, she never attended Hogwarts. I'm not going to kill her, but I actually need her. Unfortunately I think I wounded her a bit too much…" Severus huffed a sigh and Voldemort gave him a pointed look, "Nevertheless, I want you to bring her back to health to the best of your abilities. She will stay with you."

Draco looked back at the girl. He couldn't see much of her because of the way her hair and skirt had billowed around her. She had rather long strawberry blonde hair and wore all black. Her arms had burns on them and she looked as if she were barely breathing. Draco furrowed his brows, he had found over the years that he was a fairly skilled healer, but even so, he couldn't bring back the dead. He looked at Voldemort and nodded, "I'll do what I can, my Lord."

Voldemort smiled in a sinister way, chilling most of the room and nodded. "Good, now take her up stairs like a good boy, we have things to discuss." He waved Draco off.

Draco used a spell to levitate the girl without moving her position, in case there was any bone damage. He walked up to his bedroom, and laying her on his own bed. He brushed her hair back and his eyebrows went to his hairline. She had a rather peaceful face; narrow shaped, firm jaw, a slightly pointed nose and dozens of light freckles. He sighed, feeling slightly guilty now that he had to undress her because he felt some sort of physical attraction to her. He did a once over with his wand to see where the worst damage was, it seemed to be her skin, mind and nervous system…Draco figured Voldemort had torn through her mind, threw fire or something at her and used the Cruciatius Curse.

He undid her cloak, pulling it off, blushing slightly despite himself. She had on a simple black outfit, black skirt with a black corset. The corset was tight enough that it restricted her breathing and made her breasts rise enough to catch Draco's eye. He sighed, shaking his head to make sure he stayed focused. He grabbed one of his white school shirts and unbuttoned it. He removed her corset and skirt and put his shirt on her, doing his best to keep from hitting the burns on her.

As he lay her back down, he noticed she had a nasty bruise growing on her jaw line, someone had hit her earlier. He frowned, busying himself with clearing as much of the visible burns he could. He brewed up a potion to help with whatever pain she was still in. He couldn't do much for her mind until she was awake, and even then she'd need Severus to go in and mend it. Draco had tried Legemancy…it didn't work for him, nor did Occlumency.

He did all that he could for the night, leaving his room and shutting his door softly before going back downstairs. He knew the Dark Lord was gone, he could feel it. He walked into the sitting room and saw his parents, his mother nursing a glass of wine and his father writing something.

"Draco." Narcissa said. "How is she?"

"It's not great, but it's nothing that I shouldn't be able to fix. Other than her mind, I would need Severus to do that." Draco said, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. The sleeves of his white shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up and his tie hung loose around his collar. His hair was frazzled and his stature said that he was tired.

Lucius looked up at his son. "Go to bed Draco, she'll still be there in the morning." There wasn't much emotion in his father's voice, but it was something Draco was used to.

Narcissa stood up, walking towards Draco and planting a soft kiss on her only son's forehead, "Goodnight Love, sleep well." She walked away and into her own bedroom.

"Yea as well as I can in my desk chair." Draco said to himself, but he was sure his father heard. Before Lucius could respond, Draco was already closing his bedroom door for the night.

Notes: Well first of all, I don't own anything in the Potter-verse. I do however own the girl, whose name you'll all soon learn. This is my first fanfiction in some time, I haven't done much recently, but I felt the need to do something with Draco's character. Let me know what you think! :D

By the way the title "'Sé mo laoch mo ghile mear" is Irish Gaelic for "He is my hero, my dashing darling". It's actually the first line of the chorus of a song, "Mo Ghile Mear" by Celtic Woman. It's very pretty and I felt it fit well, seeing as how the girl is unmistakably Irish.