A/N Yay! One reviewer! Ok, so not so yay as it is only Amy aka Luke and she just wants more cookies. Yes, that is right, cookies for those who review! So, now the story actually starts and I have written more. Please read and REVIEW. Yes, I am demanding but that is who I am. Ok, so just saw that i disabled anonymous reviewers. I have now turned this back on so you can actually review! Yay!
Disclaimer: Harry Potter's world still doesn't belong to me. Oh well, I can always keep wishing.
Chapter 1
Just before Draco entered, Tom summoned another of his house elves. Kretcher appeared before him wearing the tea towel that served as his clothes. Kretcher had been quite a find actually. The creature was dedicated to the dark and, as an added bonus, was a marvellous cook.
"Kretcher" he said "prepare for me a batch of my cookies, you will find some dough in the freezer. I wish to have three trays baking."
"At once, my dark lord" came the reply before, at once with a bang, the elf disappeared.
There was a knock on the door.
"A master Draco Malfoy sir. Here to see you."
"Send him in" Tom commanded, mentally shrugging on the mantle of power and command that he always wore in public these days.
Through the doors came a young man, no more than 15 dressed in what appeared to be his best robes, stiff and scared. His platinum blonde hair was scraped back over his scalp and held in place with excessive hair spray.
Tom beckoned for Malfoy to take a seat then began to speak. He spoke of power and control, of good and bad, of magic and muggles (oh, how Tom hated those detestable things!), he spoke of the role of the pureblood; he spoke of his mission for Draco. He spoke and with each word he drew the boy closer to him, closer to his way of thinking, his plan.
As he finished, Kretcher, with impeccable timing, appeared and announced that the cookies were ready.
"Cookies?" asked a perplexed Malfoy.
"Ah yes," said Tom "my Dark Side Cookies – if you come to the dark side you get cookies. And very nice robes with our mark on them – cookies and robes!" Tom chuckled at himself then continued.
"Kretcher, bring Mr Malfoy here a tray in a doggie bag. Oh and a couple for the table." With that Kretcher once again left with a bang and the two were left sitting in an awkward silence.
Yet another bang and Kretcher was back, balancing a huge box in one hand and a flowery plate in the other. The box simply had 'Cookies' written on the front in large letters.
"Man, that's one tray? Far out." Draco whispered in awe at the huge box. Tom offered the plate to Draco and said with a smile,
"Try one. I think that you will be surprised. Oh and please don't mind the plate – it is one of Bellatrix's. Your, Aunt I understand?"
"Y…yes sir." stammered Draco as he tentatively took one of the cookies and bit into it. As he chewed a large grin spread across his face. He controlled his face then struggles, trying to find the words that would fit with his reputation and pride but would still convey what he could taste. Finally he came to a compromise and just said
"Wow. They are, quite, nice. The best that I have ever tasted."
Tom chuckled once again before saying
"If you choose to cross-over and accept your mission then that box is yours. Your robes will appear by owl soon. Oh and of course when you please me you get more cookies. When you complete this mission you will get your mark. Do you accept?"
Draco looked down at the cookies and back to the man before falling to his knees and crying
"Command me oh Dark Lord!"
Tom looked down at him smiling before saying
"You know my wishes, go, take the cookies and do what I have commanded."
Just before he left Tom caught his attention again
"Oh and Malfoy? The slicked back hair might have worked for me as a student but it doesn't for you. You need to change the hair style. Ok? Try something more natural."
Draco unconsciously put his hand to his hair before saying
"Of course sir. I will do that, sorry sir, sorry."
He backed out of the room and nearly ran through the house.
LMLMLMLM
Struggling to clasp the huge box in his arms, Draco stumbled out of the mansion. Dobby was sitting on the ground outside waiting patiently for him. When he saw his master he sprang to his feet and bowed profusely. Deftly extracting the box from Draco's arms he balanced it on his head and asked
"Are you ready to go home now sir? Back to Malfoy Manor?"
"Yes Dobby" said the boy straightening to his full height and returning to his rightful feeling of arrogance and superiority, "I think it is time that I had a little chat with my mother and father."
Dobby grabbed Draco's arm and with a pop they left the Death Eater Mansion and arrived at Malfoy Manor.
LMLMLMLM
Draco snatched the box of cookies quickly out of Dobby's arms and strode through the cooling air to the front door and into the hall. The house elf on doorkeeper quickly said
"In the library my lord. Your parents are in the library."
"Good." said Draco shortly as he strode past, not even looking at the elf.
As he walked into the library his parents looked up but did not move. Draco took the last chair around the crackling fire and placed the box next to him.
"I presume you agreed to join him then son?" asked Lucius raising an eyebrow at the box.
"How do you know that dear? Oh do you have the mark Draco? Did he give it to you there and then Draco?" interrupted Narcissa, nearly hysterical.
"No mother," said Draco patiently "It's the cookies. These are the Dark Lord's cookies."
"Oh. How come I haven't seen these before?" Narcissa said, spinning around to fix her glare on her husband "If you recognise these cookies that means that you have had them before, Why haven't I seen them or ever had one? Hmm?"
Lucius shifted in his seat uncomfortably, he had never thought that his wife would find out about the cookies but he couldn't very well tell her that. She would kill him. Luckily at that point Draco stepped in, sensing his father's discomfort and deciding that it was time for him to intervene.
"Here you go Mother, try one of mine. I'm sure Father has his reason for not telling you. Just try one of these and tell me what you think." As he said this Draco quickly pulled out three cookies from the box and handed them around, keeping one for himself.
Narcissa took the cookie and warily bit into it. She was not sure what was in them but knew it must be something different. Now that she was eating it she tried to identify the ingredients in it but couldn't. It was quite good though. Narcissa looked over at the boys and saw the looks of pure joy on their faces as they ate the cookies. The cookies were good, but not that good. When the boys looked at her she quickly looked happier.
"Oh, wow" she said, "They ARE good."
Her boys smiled with relief and visibly relaxed.
"Well" said Draco "Now that that is sorted I am going up to my rooms to contemplate my mission." He picked up the box and made to leave. However, Narcissa interrupted him
"Just remember that Pansy is coming around later with her parents so keep your rooms clean. Oh, and we are going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for your school supplies so you will need to be ready for that."
"Yes Mother. That is fine." heaving a sigh Draco headed on up to his rooms. This made his day much worse. Draco hated Pansy. She was always singing and simpering and fiddling with her hair. It made him sick. Unfortunately he had to be kind to her for his parents and this meant that he had to let her waffle away at him for hours. It was disgusting.
Suddenly Draco stopped in his tracks. Hair. She could help him change his hair! Suddenly this day wasn't looking quite so bad. Draco started back off towards his rooms and opened the first door, lighting the fire with a flick of his wand and a muttered word he took the cookies through to his kitchen and placed them down before moving through to his library. He would research spells for hair before Pansy arrived.
LMLMLMLM
An hour or two later there was a knock on Draco's door.
"Drakkie, it's me Pansy!" Came a trilling voice through the door. Readying himself Draco went to open the door. He led Pansy into his library and endured her stifling chat for a while before breaking in and saying,
"Pansy, I need your help." He watched his words register on his face before continuing, "I need to change my hair. You see the Dark Lord said I should and well, you're the only girl I know who I would trust to do a good job on it." This end part he said all in a rush and with his head down. He then winced and looked up at Pansy from under his long eyebrows, not looking forward to her reply. It wasn't quite what he expected.
"Really Draco? Sure! What sort of thing were you looking for? I know all sorts of styles you could use. When do you want to start? Now? " Pansy prattled all of this off then stood up looking business like. "Actually, I know a couple of styles that might suit you. Let's go try them." And before Draco could say another word pansy dragged him off to his bathroom.
The whole experience as a whole wasn't as bad as Draco had thought it might be. Once Pansy stopped flirting with him and just treated him like a person. He actually had fun with her as they tried hairstyle after hairstyle getting more and more ridiculous as they went. Finally Draco had to stop Pansy as the two of them sat in front of the mirror laughing at the Mohawk that Draco was wearing,
"Ok, ok" he said when he had calmed himself a bit "no way is Father going to like this. We need to tone it down just a bit. Do you know anything more natural?"
"Sure" said Pansy cancelling the Mohawk spell and putting away her wand. "All we need for this is…" Pansy rummaged around in Draco's cupboards and pulled out some hairgel "…this! Watch closely, this is one you will need to do every morning. But I expect that you will get the hang of it soon." So saying Pansy warmed the gel on her fingertips before ruffling up Draco's hair.
"There." She said "Perfect. That is just you."
Draco looked into the mirror at his reflection and gasped at what he saw. Looking back at him was a cool version of him. He still looked as haughty as before but now he looked nice at the same time. Turning around he grinned at Pansy
"It's great! Thanks!"
Pansy grinned back at him, happy that her idea had worked. Suddenly Draco had an idea and asked
"Pansy, why are you so different now? You have changed so much!"
Pansy looked at him and smiled sheepishly
"Well Draco, sorry to break it to you but I don't really like you, you know, in that way. I only pretend to for my dad. I just forgot to do what he has been telling me to do. That's all. I'm sorry if this is bad for you."
"Thank Merlin!" Said Draco "I don't feel that way either. My father told me I had to pretend to but y'know, I don't." The two of the grinned in relief and smiled at each other. Draco held out his hand
"Just friends?"
"Just friends."
They shook on it and laughed at the idiot that they had been.
"Hey Draco?" said Pansy "Think you could put in a good word to Blaise for me?"
Draco nodded. Yes, this year, between his mission and his new friendship with Pansy, life was going to be good.
LMLMLMLM
Tom watched Malfoy scurry out of the room and, taking a cookie, settled further back into his chair. He felt a languid hand on his shoulder and looked up smiling. His Bellatrix stood there looking down at him.
"It is done My Lord?" she asked, hope glittering in her eyes.
"Yes, my dear. He is with us. The room did its job well."
"I'm sure it wasn't only the room"
"Ah no" he said chuckling "the cookies did help out a bit."
"But my Lord, that is not all. You finished it off, for you are the Dark Lord." She declared triumphantly "but also my Lord is the boy changing his hair?"
"Why thanks you Bella, you are too kind, and yes he is. But now we must wait."
"How long for, my Lord? When will it begin?"
"September 1st is next week. We must wait until that day. Then it will begin."
A/N. So, the first chapter. Review it! I do not care what you think I just want to know about it. Also any contributions or comments about the story-line welcome.