Sweat Seduction
Chapter 1: Final Request
Draco Malfoy landed on his knees as he was thrown into a dark, cold room. His wrists hurt from the rope binding his hands together. He was still his handsome self, but the torture he had endured over the summer had seemed to take a toll on his appearance. Ever since he and Snape had returned from Hogwarts last year, Draco had been tortured every single day. In the mornings, the Dark Lord himself would heal the wounds he had gained only to have them sliced opened once more. He always said that he wanted Draco to lie awake with the pain of it. Sometimes his own father would come in and torture him. There was no love in his eyes, there wasn't any hate either. There was pure indifference. He felt nothing for his son. Not one drop of sympathy. His once best friends had started torturing him. Crabbe and Goyle may not be smart enough to perform the crusiartis (sp?) curse, but their fists served as a worthy substitute. Today, he had gotten Crabbe and McNair. McNair was the brains, while Crabbe was the bronze. He could feel that his ribs had been cracked. His nose stung from being broken yet again to day. A cut had formed just above his eye and was slowly bleeding down his face. And to top it all off, he couldn't feel his right hand which lead him to believe that all the bones in it had been broken. All together today had been a good morning, a merciful morning. Voldemort stood in front of him wand in plain sight. Just the sight of his wand was ten times more intimidating than having a gun at your forehead. Draco didn't flinch or move or show any signs of weakness.
"So, Draco," Voldemort hissed, "how was your morning?"
Draco didn't respond. He kept his eyes on Voldemort's and no where else.
"Oh come on now boy. You should be used to your punishment," he said. Draco looked beside Voldemort where Snape stood. Snape had been punished too. But for only three hours as apposed to the three months that Draco had paid for his mistake. Snape gave up the information about the unbreakable vow and how he had to blow his cover or else die from the inside out as a result of the vow. He told of how Draco had lowered his wand and how Draco was the traitor and he was merely doing Voldemort's deeds. He gave up Draco. Draco hated him with every ounce of his body for that.
"I have a mission for you that may just give that mark on your arm mean something once again," Voldemort explained. "I need you to go back to school."
Draco looked at him horror stricken. "Don't worry, thanks to the damn Profit, you're the hero by lowering your wand. Snape's the criminal," he spat glaring at the man on his right.
"My Lord," Snape began, "I told you, it wasn't my fault…"
"Silence!" Voldemort shouted hitting Snape with a curse that knocked him off his feet.
"Do not question your master. Now Draco, when you go back to school, there is a certain girl I need you to "get" for me. I need you to seduce her to the point that she would do anything for you. Follow you anywhere, kill for you, lead you anywhere, and even die for you. Now, the witch I have in mind is going to be tricky. This is why I wouldn't get Zabini. He may be a lady killer, but he's no you. I have heard of your special "talents" and thought that this was right up your road. But, if you would like to spend the rest of your days with his routine, then be my guest and refuse."
Draco looked around the room. There was Snape, his father, Crabbe, and Zabini all looking at him waiting for the answer to death or to life.
"Who is it?" Draco finally asked.
"Some one I am sure you are very, very familiar with," Voldemort responded pleased.
"A witch by the name of Hermione Granger."
"Granger?" Draco said in disbelief. "Do you wish to bring a mudblood to our side and muck up the place? Why do you want her?"
"Draco, Draco," the Dark Lord said shaking his head. "I don't want her to join us. I want you to bring her to me by the end of your school year so I can kill her personally. If she wasn't so close to Potter, then it would be easier. I wish to kill our biggest threat personally."
Draco took a deep breath and began to speak.
"I will do it," he finally said.
"It's settled then, you have one year to seduce Hermione Granger for me," Voldemort told him. "And Draco, don't disappoint me."
"I promise you, I shall not," he responded as two Death Eaters helped him out of his binds.
"And just so you know, my people inside the Ministry have made you Head boy to make your work a little easier. I mean after all, you'll share a room with her," Voldemort said in a note of finality. "You're bags are up stairs, you leave tomorrow.