A/N : This is my first English fanfiction. I am not a native speaker, so please, instead of flaming, just kindly point out my mistakes so I can learn from them. The length will always be between 1,000 and 1,500 words and I will update every week (that is why the length is like that).

Disclaimer : The HP series are still not mine. I don't earn money by writing this. All rights go to JK Rowling.

Warning :

- The fiction starts just after the Ministry episode. So consider HBP and DH did not happen.

- There will be smut in the later chapter. You've been warned.

- This is a M/M (Slash, YAOI, GAY, or whatever you call it) fanfic. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.

CHAPTER 2

The next time Draco lifted his eyes open, he saw nothing, as the room he was in was totally dark. He moaned as he felt his whole body numbed by the stillness. Strangely, he felt no pain.

He soon realized that he was chained to the wall behind him, surely in the dungeons of the Malfoy manor. His own manor. He didn't know how long he had been chained, neither did he know how much time he had been unconscious, but, did that really matter?

He knew his clothes were now tatters, and he couldn't help but to be disgusted by the thought: after all, Malfoys should always be nothing less than perfect; which he was far from to be.

Then, he finally came to think about the circumstances. He was tortured, and humiliated. Draco hated to be humiliated, especially by a half-blood wizard who claimed to be superior to everybody else – including Draco. A feeling of anger rushed through his heart. Damn! He was a pureblood, and no one, no one, could be superior to him. Then he remembered the Dark Lord ordering him to beg. First of all, the Malfoys didn't beg; and even the thought of begging disgusted the young blond. Then, the Malfoys didn't take orders from anyone, unless they could find any benefit in it.

Voldemort was trying to break the Malfoy name, and Draco knew that was one of the reasons why he was still alive – the snake-faced monster knew that if he was able to break a Malfoy that would show to the other Pureblood families that he could break any of them. The second one was that Voldemort could not use the Malfoy vault at Gringotts if Draco was dead. Indeed, the vault stayed available and usable as long as the Malfoy family had an heir; if the current heir died, the vault would be closed forever. That was why the Malfoys always managed to get one as soon as they get married. But the Malfoys' problem was that for the last centuries, they only had a single heir.

Draco had always known that Voldemort had been using the Malfoys' wealth. He managed to get a statement from Lucius which allowed him to use one of the Malfoys' vault as his own (a well-provided vault, in addition).

Those issues put aside, Draco knew he had to come up with a defined plan to escape, as he was sure that he wasn't to die soon.

He did not know how long he had been trying to figure a plan out – as he had no notion of time in the cold and dark cell – but suddenly, he heard footsteps noisily striking the stone floor of the dungeons. Draco did not recognize whose steps they were. Nevertheless, he felt apprehension as the noise got closer; and finally, stopped right before his cell.

The door creaked as it opened, letting some hazy light enter the room as well as a cloaked silhouette. Draco blinked many times to get his eyes accustomed to the sight.

The figure moved closer and Draco hoped that he was not going to be tortured again. He closed his eyes, anticipating the pain. He heard a familiar spell, but before he could open his eyes, he knew that he just got stupefied.

"Enervate" hissed Voldemort, and as soon as Draco was able to move again, he gasped.

He now was in front of the Inner circle of Voldemort's followers: he knew each of them and despised all of them.

However, he chose to show no emotion and only stared blankly at the Dark Lord.

"Draco … how are you feeling?"

Draco knew better than to give no answer.

"Painless" he merely responded. Voldemort smirked.

"Well well, my boy …" He stepped back, keeping his blood-red eyes on Draco, and sat down. "As you certainly know," he said, gesturing his wand around to mean that he was speaking to the whole audience, "I still need Draco for some reasons, including the vault Lucius has kindly lent to us. But Lucius is to die sooner or later. So, if he comes to die, the statement he formerly signed will become invalid. And there you come, Draco."

Draco didn't need further explanation to understand the matter. Voldemort needed his signature on a new testimony, plus his own crest seal and the Malfoy crest one.

"But!" Voldemort exclaimed suddenly to draw Draco out of his thoughts, and continued in a lower tone. "But I am afraid that, due to your unwillingness to follow me and your excessive proud, you would just suicide in order to keep me away from the Malfoy fortune. I know that you would rather see the Malfoy name die with … dignity," He spat out the latter word. "and let your fortune be sealed forever than giving me your consent."

Draco almost nodded, but managed to stay still.

"So," Voldemort continued, "I figured out a way to force you to stay alive and, in the process, to obey me."

Draco shivered. No, not the Imperium, for Salazar's sake …

"And, of course, to use you as a war machine." Voldemort ended, looking directly in the boy's eyes. Draco did not like what he saw in them. It was not going to be the Imperium – that was far too simple. It was something much crueler.

Voldemort reached out a skeletal hand to Snape, who was on his right side – the boy felt a flow of anger and disgust through his veins when he realized that his so-called godfather had ethiclessly taken his father's position, not that he was proud of his father's former rank –, and the potion master took a vial out of his robes and gave it to his master.

Draco saw the potion in it was a dark red, but he could not put a name on what it actually was.

Voldemort did not enlighten him either, but only moved closer until he finally downed to Draco's face level. The blonde was paralyzed by fear and didn't do anything when the Dark Lord forced his mouth open and poured the potion down his throat. Draco knew he should have resisted, but it was too late now that he had swallowed the whole thing.

Voldemort stepped back, but Draco didn't notice it. He only noticed that his inner temperature increased.

"Take him back to the dungeons" Voldemort hissed. "Hurry up before the transformation actually starts."

TBC ….

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