Author: Draco vs Romance

Title: Malfoy Honour

Chapter: 1 The Vow

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING YOU HUNGRY DUMB LAWYERS ! I AM MORE INNOCENT THAN A BIRDIE IN AN ACCIDENT ! .. please leave me in peace .. sobs

Summary: You may think this is another story you've once heard before, but I assure you this one is so much more. It doesn't end happily so don't smile, it'll end in tears that will swell up in your eye. So please do read but do not flame, as this one and theothers are not the same.

AN: And it's up again .. hmm .. okey ..

Malfoy.

A name known to many in the wizard community, a name of respect, pride and pure blood, a name of the most prestigious family since the beginning of time.

But is all that just an illusion, a façade to prevent any prying eyes to see for what they truly are?

All these questions will never be answered, for no one dares to ask such bold questions, no one even dare to wonder what would happen to the poor soul who was bold enough to question the Malfoys.

Never in Draco Malfoys entire life, had he ever questioned his family's ideals and traditions, but now he was beginning to have his doubts. You would too if you stood in an almost pitch black dungeon, only lit by candles that were placed all over the stone walls, with a pressing smell of rotting bodies, mould and filth, with fifty different Muggles, all kinds of torture devices and the sound of inhuman screaming as their bodies were slowly torn apart.

Draco couldn't help feeling a sense of dread as he watched a middle aged muggle man getting his bones crushed, mended and then crushed again. The man couldn't even scream anymore, his throat bled from mere exhaustion.

Draco felt a hand on his left shoulder as he watched the muggle slowly become insane from the pain; Draco looked around and saw his father, Lucius Malfoy, with an insane glint in his eye that almost made Draco cover in fear. He had never seen his father so worked up over anything before.

"Look at them Draco," Lucius began whispering in Draco's ear, "Look at the good we are doing for the world! We will be famous! No one has ever accomplished this in the Dark Lords ranks!"

Draco didn't say anything as he looked around, trying to see the good in what they were doing, but nothing came to mind. Draco's eye landed on a woman slowly dying in her own blood as she saw her unborn child lay beside her. Draco could feel the vomit fighting its way up his throat.

Draco couldn't take it anymore and ran out from the chamber. As soon as he got out he spilled his last supper all over the floor.

Too weak to clean it up he leaned against the stone wall behind him took a few deep breaths. He could still see all the mangled bodies that lay behind the door at his left.

Draco looked around the corridor in which he was standing trying to think of something else.

He was standing in a dimly lit stone corridor with a Slytherin relief on the walls. The only light source in the long corridor was the torches that were placed two feet apart from each other. The door left of him was made of dark wood with snakes drawn in the etches of the wood. He could still hear the screams.

Draco felt himself shiver from the cold and from mere fear and placed his arms protectively around himself.

Suddenly the door on his left sprang open and his father came seething out.
Lucius grapped Draco by the neck and slammed him into the wall.

"What do you think you were doing!" snarled Lucius with a menacing gleam in his eyes, "A Malfoy never shows emotions!"

"What about yourself," Draco said with much trouble, "You show a lot of emotion yourself!"

Lucius slammed Draco into the wall again so hard Draco could see stars in his eyes.

"You will not talk back to me again!" Lucius said alarmingly calmly and looked murderous, "Understand?"

But Draco never got to respond for at that exact moment they heard the door at the end of the corridor being exploded of its hinges.

All the next happened in a blur. There were Aurors coming in dozens and Draco fought them with all his might, but just as he thought he was finally getting a clear way out, he turned around and saw a red light coming toward him, and then all was black.

Draco woke up in a dark room with no light, except from a lone, small window with bars that the moon shone through giving the room an eerie light.

Draco hang chained to a dark stone wall by his arms.

As he looked down he saw his wand, snapped in half, lying pathetically by his feet. Draco groaned at the sight of his most precious possession, broken, destroyed.

The door, he had not noticed to his right, sprang open and in walked two Aurors and the Minister; Rufus Scrimgeour.

"Well, well," Rufus began with a wicked smile resting on his lips making him look even more animalistic, like a predator hunting its prey. "The famous Draco Malfoy, the charmer, the slick and cool Draco Malfoy. How does it feel now? To know you've been defeated?"

Draco said nothing; he knew that holding his temper would keep him away from Azkaban for now.

"Cat got your tongue?" Rufus asked tauntingly, "or are you even more of a coward than I thought you were?"

Draco growled slightly but still held his tongue. He will pay for this when I get out of here, Draco thought while glaring into Rufus yellow eyes.

"You know," Rufus began while starting to walk around in the now lit the room, "Your father had already been sent to Azkaban. But you don't have to, not yet at least."

Draco looked curiously at Rufus for the first time. What is he up to? Draco thought to himself.

"You could, get a minor punishment, if you would just tell us where your lords HQ is," Rufus said with a menacing smile on his lips.

"Never!" Draco bellowed and spat at Rufus. He was never going to get that information out of Draco, no, for Draco was loyal to his master and no one could make him spill a word. His pride wouldn't allow it.

Rufus was seething, though he had not been hit. "Very well Draco, you will get the worst punishment I can come up with and in the end you will beg for me for my mercy!" Rufus bellowed and stalked out of the dark dungeon with his aurous walking right behind him.

As Draco was left alone he wondered briefly if he had done the right thing by not handing out the information. But that thought was quickly crushed, he would not be made a coward in the eyes of the lord.

Draco made a vow to never say anything to anyone about his beloved master.