Chapter 9- The Capture
A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out I had about half written for about 6 months. But never got a chance to finishing it or putting it up. I wrote out chapter outlines for Chapter 10 and 11 so they should be out by the end of May by the latest. Thanks so much! Feel free to review, or tell me if I made mistakes. I have no beta.
Note: I do not even attempt to claim that these are my original characters. All props to JK Rowling.
Draco felt he barely fell into a slight slumber when he was jerked awake.
"Erg. What the --"
Draco rubbed his eyes and opened them to a big round face in his with a smirk dancing on it.
"It's time," rumbled the head.
"Time for what?" Draco replied.
"For this – STUPIFY!"
Draco felt, saw, or heard nothing as he fell back into his green and black pillow.
Hermione woke up with a dainty smile on her face. Draco Malfoy liked her! Oh goodness she could have floated away with happiness. She touched her fingertips to her lips. Feeling herself dream until alarm rung.
She always woke up before her alarm but she used this time to think about what she had to do or plan out her day. Not to relish on things that have happened. That's not the kind of person she was though, usually. She pulled the curtain on her four post bed and hopped out with a bit of a skip in her step. Lavender and Pavarti opened their curtains and stared as Hermione seemed to dance to their bathroom. They looked at each other and grinned.
"Finally," they whispered together.
"You're in such a good mood today Hermione," Harry asked curiously.
"Yup!" She said as she bit into a bit of toast. "I got all my homework done before I went to bed."
"Oh. Not because you took a bath with Harry." Ron spitted out.
"Ronald," she signed as she looked at him. "It WASN'T a bath! It was a rescue mission. I nearly drowned."
"Whatever," Ron half-heartedly grunted and pulled out a scroll to finish up his homework.
When Ron seemed engrossed into his paper Harry leaned over to Hermione and whispered into her ear.
"Are you sure you are okay? I didn't mean any hostile to Ron. He was supposed to surprise you with food. But I swear I thought he already came. I was just worried he didn't bring enough, I know that sometimes Ron get hungary and eats snacks when he is walking to class and --"
"It's alright Harry, I'm sure he will be fine after you explain it to him. Seriously Harry, I couldn't be any better. I'm just in a really great mood. Finishing you're homework really makes you feel so much better about yourself."
Harry smiled at his very odd friend and started to eat his oatmeal again and until the a quarter till the bell would ring they ate in silence. Hermione kept her eye out for Draco all during the rest of breakfast. But she didn't see him. It didn't phase her as too odd. She has never noticed him before this relationship started what means his would change his sleeping patterns to see her. Some people aren't morning people like her. He could be dreaming of her right this second! She signed to herself.
"Hermione- pass the pudding."
"Mmhmmm," Hermione smiling happily to Ron. "Here."
"Stop it. You're too happy about being 'saved' by Harry."
"Oye Ron, stop it. I'm sorry I got there first—"
"Hold on—Hold on—FIRST? I was supposed to get there first."
"I know! I had already though you had gotten ther--."
"Shut up you git."
"You! I honestly didn't know, so you have NO reason to be mad at m--"
Hermione interrupted. "Alright! That is quite enough! Ron stop acting so moody. It doesn't matter to me that Harry saved me." Hermione turned to Harry, "Thanks though." She turned back to Ron as a slow smirk started to form. " I'm not acting weird because of it. I seriously just finished all my homework for the week so I have nothing to worry about until after spring break! Now let's get on to classes."
Harry and Ron looked at each other with a bit of a glare.
"Chop, chop!" Hermione said as she looked at them both.
Ron and Harry stood up at the same time. Hermione followed suit.
"We have the rest of the day ahead of us, first up is Transfiguration."
Ron cut in front of Harry and lead the group to the classroom and Harry walked in front of Hermione. Hermione pondered to herself while walking to McGonagall's class.
No class with Draco today, but maybe, I'll see him at lunch.
But Hermione didn't see Draco all day, not in the hallways, not at lunch not even at dinner. It didn't make her too nervous I mean he did pour his heart out to her, it could scare any boy into running until they realize who they really did need.
"Draco," breathed a deep voice as he came to. "You must have known this was coming."
Draco realized his arms felt like they were chained to the wall in shackles above his head, but no metal clamped his wrists.
"What? Where am I?"
"Oh, Draco you don't know the inside of your own home?" hissed a voice from the back of the room.
Draco's eyes became adjusted to the darkness as he saw a group of people around him, all looking at him; some with the death-eaters masks on, some without.
He found his mother near the front of the crowd with tears in her eyes. His father was holding her hands to her side and her wand in his coat pocket.
"Draco," hissed Lord Voldermort's voice. "Your time has come to prove your family's name."
"What?" Draco asked confusedly.
"Oh, Draco, Draco, Draco." Voldermort shifted into his view as his cold calculated voice had a hint of amusement in it. "Since your father's horrible display of loyalty in the fight in May, it is up to you to start a new task."
"A new task, my Lord?"
"Yes, you shall replace your father's spot until he has regained my trust." He glanced back to Lucius, "However long that takes."
Draco looked at his father and stared into his eyes. His father stared at him blankly: but briefly there was a flash of guilt and then a flash of sadness until Lucius looked down at his wife. Draco knew he had no other choice; he had to accept whatever Lord Voldermort would say. Denying would only cause his death.
"Of course, my Dark Lord." Draco bowed his hand in reverence.
Voldermort chuckled. "Yes…yes. This shall work out quite nicely. Alohamora." The invisible shackles clinked off, Draco lowered his arms and rubbed his wrists. "Stand and let the initiation progress begin."
Draco looked up at Lord Voldermort's eyes, then glanced at his mother's shining face sprinkled with tears. Then upon his father as a clear frown was visible. He stood up and looked straight toward Voldermort.
"Now, extend your left arm."
Draco kept constant eye contact with Lord Voldermort as he lifted his left arm from his side and held it out. The Dark Lord put the tip of his wand onto Draco's forearm and grinned.
"Darkniousmarkious creatious."
Draco's body erupted in excruciating pain. It felt like tiny snakes slithering inside him, underneath his skin.
He looked down at his left arm and noticed that there were seemingly tiny snakes crawling under his skin, creating the Dark Mark on his arm. The pain was building on itself causing Draco's vision to blur and knee's to sway. The pain was too much, but he knew he could not black out. He could not show the pain, pain is a weakness and showing your weakness could be the biggest mistake in front of the Dark Lord. His father left him with no other options but Lord Voldermort's.
This building pain made all of Draco's limbs start to shake with agony, he stared at his left arm, hoping the pain, his life, his memories would be done soon. Just before Draco knew he would collapse in a moment the pain seemed to ease up.
The Dark Mark was complete on his arm, but the pain was still slithering in his skin. He looked up at Lord Voldermort. He frowned every so slightly.
"Very well. You will get your assignment from Wormtail in the morning."
Draco bowed his head as Lord Voldermort turned to disapperate, however, he stopped and look at Draco straight in the eyes. "Do not disappoint me, for I will have no qualms killing you."
"Yes, my Lord."
Lord Voldermort was gone with a pop and a flick of his wand, after a second the rest of the death eaters were gone as well. It was just Draco, Narcissa, and Lucius left in their basement.
"Draco." Narcissa broke free from her husband's grip.
Draco held up his hand to stop her from hugging him. She stopped and looked at him with grief in her eyes. He looked at his father. Lucius did not return his gaze but looked at the tiled ground.
"Father." Draco knew if he took a step, he would fall. He felt his consciousness slipping.
"You faired better than I, son. I fell to my knees completely before the en--"
"Father." Draco interrupted more forceful this time, he felt his strength fading as the agony ever slowly subsided to a dull pain. "Was this your dream for me?"
Lucius had an unreadable look on his face. He looked at his wife as she tears fell down her face. "Don't look at me like that! You know it was never mine!" she cried out.
Lucius then finally looked his son. "I – I though I did son. But now, now, I'm not too sure. I wanted you to make your own choice, not get stuck into mine. I was 22 when I joined and you're- you-re just so young."
Narcissa couldn't hold herself and let out a sob. "He is 16! 16! Lucius!" Lucius went and wrapped his arms around her.
"My dear, what is done is done." She pushed him away from her and pointed her index finger at her husband.
"THIS! This is all YOUR fault," she turned to face towards Draco and held out her hands to hold Draco in her arms, but did not move. "My boy. My beautiful, only, baby boy." She sobbed into her hands for she knew that this bond could never be broken and that her son was marked for certain death.
Draco's strength ran out "Mom!" He shouted as he reached out to grab his mother but as he moved he slipped into unconsciousness. Narcissa looked up to see her son start to collapse in a heap, but before Draco's body fell completely Lucius threw himself on the ground to catch him. Lucius signed and looked down at his son, his only son. Tears formed in his eyes and he hugged his boy close. Remembering all the sweet childhood, they had together.
"My son, my only son. Please, please Draco, don't die," he whispered in Draco's ear.
