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Summary: Draco Malfoy and Marlya Veratis are Voldemort followers, but not full-fledged Death Eaters yet. They are given a mission, and if they succeed, they will earn a Death Mark.
Failure is not an option.
A/N: Ignore the title, because it doesn't really have anything to do with this story. THX for reading!
1 He sent me Ding-dong
Draco Malfoy didn't acknowledge the doorbell the first time, expecting a house-elf to answer it.
Ding-dong…Ding-dong
But the second and third time he did.
"Is someone gonna get that?" he shouted, his anger mounting.
Ding-dong
"Somebody's gonna pay for this," he muttered, stomping from his room and down the stairs.
"My father is not ho-" He stopped dead, his mouth hanging open, suddenly very happy a house-elf hadn't opened the door. "Marlya!"
"Hello, Draco." Marlya Veratis, his friend from Hogwarts, was a pretty white girl with chestnut brown hair and vibrant green eyes. Her eyes were the feature Draco loved the most. They slanted up and back, and were large and expressive. "I'm so glad your mother didn't answer the door this time.
"What! You've been here before!" How could his mother not tell him?
"Yeah, but you mother wouldn't let me in. Called me a tramp and a whore and told me to stay away from her little 'poppykins.'" She laughed as his face turned red.
"Come on in," he said between gritted teeth.
"Thank you," she said, still giggling.
"Why are you here?" She immediately stopped laughing and her smile disappeared.
"He sent me to get you. Dumbledore has launched an attack against us. We are due at the House two days from now. No magic until we get there."
"Two days with no magic! He's cutting it a little close, isn't he?" She sniffed.
"I know. Is that food?"
"It's almost dinnertime," he said, slightly bewildered.
"I'm starving!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the kitchen, grinning.
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They were already sitting at the table when Narsissa Malfoy entered the dining room.
"Hello, Mother," Draco said. He gave her a hug and kiss, while she stared openly at Marlya. "Mother, this is Marlya Veratis. She is my guest." He emphasized the last word, narrowing his eyes at his mother.
"Hello, Marlya," she said in a voice full of scorn, with look that said she'd just smelt something really bad.
"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," Marlya replied, ignoring the sarcasm. By then the house-elves had started serving the food and Marlya ignored even Draco while she piled her plate full.
"When was the last time you ate, girl!" She swallowed the mouthful.
"Three days ago. Before I left the House." Her words had an amazing effect on Narsissa. She motioned violently at a house-elf, yanking it off its feet with the force of her spell. She whispered in its ear, and it stumbled over to Marlya.
"Is there anything the Mistress would like to eat?" it said, bowing humbly.
"Mashed potatoes, please. Oh, and some lasagna too." It bowed again and scurried from the room.
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