A.N: This is my second Harry Potter Fan Fic. I hope you enjoy it…I am co-writing it with one of my best friends…Well please give us reviews! We lurve them!

Kidnapped By Love

"The perfect time to set our plan into action," Draco Malfoy paused as he

looked into the confused faces of Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy, "is tonight, at

the Farewell Dance."

Draco Malfoy just happened to be in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of

Wizardry when he became a full-fledged Death Eater. He had joined after his father had died in the line of duty

during sixth year He loved the power he

felt emit from his own hands during battles and the rush of adrenaline he felt when he though of seeking his

revenge to the three that made his life hell at Hogwarts. It was there fault his family was shamed and they would

pay. Starting with Granger.

Voldemort had made it clear when Draco was initiated, that he would call

on him to do many "Missions of Destruction", as the Lord himself liked to

call them. Draco was called to complete three during the summer, but he had failed two, almost blowing his cover. The Dark Lord had

another "Mission of Destruction", this time it involved the filthy little

mudblood, Hermione Granger. It would be his last chance to prove that he was a worthy follower, his punishments

for his last two failures had been two of the unforgivable curses, Imperius and the Cruciatus... there was only one

left and Draco couldn't fail this or he would be submitted to the most feared of the three.

"What plan?" Pansy quirked as she tilted her head to the right her short black hair glimmering in the firelight of

the common room.

"The plan to kill Potter's life-flow." Draco hissed as he smacked her,his grey eyes glared with anger "Why

don't you ever remember His plans?"

Pansy whimpered as she glared at Draco. Crabbe and Goyle both gulped and

turned pale.

Draco paced in front of them, his robes whipping near the fire. His hands

were in his pockets, rubbing the few supplies he needed, "Do you remember

anything?" he moaned as he sat on a maroon cushioned chair.

His goons shook their heads slowly. Draco had a fiery and fast temper. He

stood up, slammed his foot and screamed in Goyle's face, "How dare you!" his

wand did a little flick and a beautiful Dark Mark appeared in the center of

the Slytherin Common Room, "I can't believe the Dark Lord chose you pathetic

muggle-lovers!" his hand then dove into his pocket and it quickly came out.

His hand closed, he brought it in Crabbe's face and revealed a pair of

cracked glasses, a package or pink pills, along with a package of purple

pills and "Do these refresh your memory?" Draco sighed as he rubbed his

temple with his free hand.

"N-no…"Crabbe breathed.

Pansy perked up, "Wait. I think I remember a name…Mark." She giggled, "I

remember you laughing about it," she held up her hand to stop Draco from

interrupting her, "The purple pills are for shrinking and the pink return

you to your natural height." She ended with a smile.

"Try the opposite, Pansy." He winked, and Pansy suddenly remembered why she

wanted to be a Death Eater in the first place.

Goyle's eyes also lit up, "I recall something about a twin in fact…but-"

Draco interrupted him, "I don't have a twin. But, Mark has something to do

with the plan." He swallowed the pill and with a pop, Draco Malfoy had

shrunk to the size of a little eleven year old boy. As he slipped on the

glasses, Crabbe snorted.

Pansy gave an awe of appreciation, "Wow...an elf!" she squealed.

Draco shook his head vehemently, "No! I'm not an elf!" he slumped his

posture and smiled weakly at Pansy, "My name's Mark. I am Draco Malfoy's

little brother. I live in the highest tower of Hogwarts. The only way I'm

allowed down is to visit the Library."

"Malfoy, that won't work!" Goyle said as he ate a cookie, crumbs falling on

his clothes.

"IT WILL WORK!" Draco shouted as he flicked his wand and Goyle's robes

caught afire.

"Bloody hell, Draco!" Crabbe shouted as he stood up, his eyes wide with

shock.

"Stay seated." Draco snapped, "You will like my plan and you will be loyal!

Goyle! Do you hear me?"

But Goyle was fidgeting in his seat as the bottoms of his robes were fraying

and burning.

"Draco, please!" Pansy cried as she scooted away from Goyle.

"Draco please!" Malfoy mocked as he doused the fire with his wand, "This

plan will work and you will help!" he shouted, his face red with fury.