Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly. Not yet at least...
Author's Note: I'm truly sorry that I have not updated in a long time. I've been lazy and a big procrastinator. As always! But never fear, here is the next installment in this lovely little story. I hope to have everything done and ready to go before the next book comes out. It should be no problem, I don't see it being a very lengthy story, but then again I'm not quiet sure of all the details so psh.
And just so you know this chapter is from Draco's point of view. I figure you would find that out soon enough but, hey, I thought I'd warn you.
The Beauty and the Geek
I frowned as I walked down the corridor at a fast pace. Others who were walking, upon seeing someone such as myself, would stop mid-step or turn suddenly into a room they hadn't intended to enter. Fools. They were all cowards, not worthy of the title Death Eater. They hadn't bled for the cause…yet. They didn't know of the work it took to reach the top. Five years it had taken me. Five years of rigorous training and sleepless nights. But I had made it. There was no farther up to climb.
I saw her coming right away. I knew that she would not run into a broom closet to avoid me. If anything she would wait in a broom closet for years if there was a chance I would even open it. She saw me also and started to strut. The others were now standing terrified, unable to move to hide even. I imagine that I didn't look happy to see her.
Alyssa Moon, in my opinion is a stupid witch. Not only is she stupid, but she believes herself to be smart. The worst thing. Perhaps Alyssa Moon was the one exception to the pure blood rule: being pure blood makes you perfect. She was short and tiny. Her long black hair was always in a tight pony tail. And she always had that annoying stone at the end of it. She used it for decoration, even if it didn't go with what she was wearing. That ugly red stone was the biggest indication she had to show everyone she was not poor.
"Malfoy," she said turning on her heel once we met. Instantly she fell into stride with me. Infuriating little girl!
I didn't stop to acknowledge that she'd spoken to me. Instead I narrowed my eyes and focused on the door at the end of the hallway even more. She groaned in annoyance of me. Perhaps the only person who would dare to be annoyed by one such as I. How much longer must this go on?
"Malfoy," she said reaching her arm out to stop me. I shrugged it off not wanting to stop. I walked for a few more paces and then stopped. I closed my eyes counting to ten before I turned to look at her. She stood there, arms crossed ever defiant. Her eyebrows raised as I looked at her. She finally pulled out a sheet of paper. She handed it to me and I grabbed it as fast I could. The sooner this was over with, the better.
"That," she said smirking. "That happens to be Vincent Crabbe's testimony of being under the imperius curse."
It was a newspaper clipping from the prophet. It had Crabb's mug shot gleaming on it as they hauled him off to Azkaban for the remainder of his life. This may not be long, if the kiss is considered. Coward! Why would someone so esteemed in his work claim it was all a fluke when it boils down to it? Take the responsibility and claim the title that's rightfully yours. If Draco Malfoy had done what Crabbe had he would be running through the ministry telling everyone his story. However, Malfoy had done more than Crabbe ever dreamed of doing. And besides, Draco Malfoy never would have been caught in the first place.
"Apparently your good old friends Potter and Weasley were the captors," Moon added. I'm sure it was just to make me angry. She loved to see me boil.
"Yes, well, they won't be doing anything like this again, that's for sure." Oh, if only she knew what was going to happen to those bloody gryffindors!
Moon's eyes grew wide as she stared at me. "Well, what is it you have in mind?"
I actually laughed at her stupidity. "Like I would tell someone like you! I understand you're new around here, but I thought you would have the sense to know that I never reveal anything about my plans to anyone. No person of rank would." I tried my best to spit the word rank out. She got the message. Alyssa was only in the first stage of her training. She wouldn't have an actual title for quiet some time yet.
With one final glare at me, she stormed down the corridor. Her heels echoes throughout and I smirked as I turned and continued on my way.
So Crabbe had been a coward all along. Of course I knew he was no bright man by any means, but I always imagined that he would at least take pride in what he did. Now he was just like the countless others who were in the Dark Lord's service solely for protection or esteem, not to actually do the work and rid the world of disgusting vermin.
Well, if my plan was to work, soon there would be no more vermin. And soon there would be no one in our society that would defy the Lord's wishes. Soon everything would be fixed.
And my plans never fail.
I knocked three times on the big door at the end of the hallway. I knew that he was expecting me and would knew that I wouldn't be a second late, but always best not to assume things of the Dark Lord. He was, as shocking as it was, a somewhat spontaneous man.
Slowly the door creaked open and I stepped into the dark chamber. It was as it always was. About twenty degrees colder than it should have been. The Lord liked to see his visitors in discomfort at the cold. I stepped onto the cold stone and made my way to the front of the room. There he was, just sitting in his chair looking down on me with a sneer.
"Draco," his lips moved but no sound had really come out. He was talking to me through my mind.
"My lord." I kneeled before him making sure my face came dangerously close to the stone floor. I froze there for a moment before daring to stand before him again.
His dark red eyes were shining with something. At first I thought it was confusion. But the Lord was never confused. I settled on surprise.
"Do you really believe you are capable?" He asked aloud. The few servants sitting below him shivered at the tone of his voice as it was echoed through the chamber. Lowly mudbloods! The Dark Lord had many slaves and prisoners. Once one was killed for being disobedient or from overwork there were others ready to replace them. The only thing I could have changed about anything is the mudblood situation. They were every where. I must say that I liked being waited on, but there were half breeds that could manage that job. Mudbloods didn't need to be worked…they needed to be exterminated. I would never go against my master, however. He believed in punishing them. I have no problem with that.
I glanced at the blonde girl holding a bowl of grapes at the foot of His thrown. She had dark brown eyes. Full of fear. I glared at her. She quickly let her head fall to her chest. "I'm sure I am able to, My Lord."
Silence for a moment. "You are my most favored servant, Malfoy. If I lose you, who would be here to fill your position?"
That wasn't casual at all. He spoke of my death as if it were the death of a muggle. Nothing to worry about. "I believe that your decision would be better than mine."
A slight curl of the lips indicated he was amused by me. "Well, that goes without saying."
"I do not intend on leaving you anytime soon, my Lord. If that eases your conscience any."
"Malfoy," He was in my mind again. "Make this plan work. If you fail…you know the consequences."
Ha! Of course I knew the consequences. What fool didn't?
"Yes, of course, my Lord." I bowed and left, knowing that was the end of the discussion.
I entered the stocks smelling the lowly. They had a stench. Not just because of they're social position but also because there were no showers for them to have. I would be in and out of here as soon as I could.
I marched to the front desk and rung the crusty bell. Quickly I wiped my hand on a tissue and threw it behind me. The wizard behind the desk popped up. "Can I help you, sir?"
"I'd like one please. Preferably strong and fast. I can't be slowed down." Why go through this routine every time? The employees here should know how I like them by now.
"Yes, sir."
He disappeared behind a curtain. There was some rummaging for a few moments, a scream and finally he came back to the front office, a mudblood in tow. A female.
"No."
"Sir, this is all we have left. There seems to be many missions going at the moment. The last males were taken only moment ago by Mr. Zabini."
I frowned. Blaise always had to be one step behind me, didn't he? Oh well, he would never pull off the greatness that I was about to. "Very well," I said slamming the proper amount of galleons down on the counter for the mudblood.
She looked vaguely familiar. That red hair. Not as characteristic as the filthy Weasley's hair, but only a few notches above it. Her brown eyes were full of hatred and fear. Great a feisty one I'll have to break in.
I turned and left knowing the girl had no choice but to follow. Ah, the wonderful thing that is magic! I led her back to my chambers. Unlocking the door with the password that only I knew she casually walked in. I went about gathering things I would need for the trip.
"Mudblood, go shower." I ordered. Her stench was getting to me. At least a shower would help. She raised an eyebrow in question. Oh, she'll learn quickly not to question. I sent a spell her way. She hissed in pain, but got the message. Well at least she wasn't completely stupid.
No need to worry. She'll be sacrificed soon enough.
I finished my bag and grabbed a bight to eat. Tomorrow would be a big day. I sent the slave girl to the closet that she would stay in, briefly telling her how things were run around here.
Tomorrow…tomorrow would be an important day.
Author's Note: Well, short and…sweet? Let me know what you think! I love reviews ;)
