A/N: Hey remember how before I told you that things wouldn't stay happy? Ta da! R&R por favor!
Draco walked slowly down the streets of Hogsmead, gazing up into the sky. He smiled into the falling snow. It was unbelievable really that he could be so completely…happy. It was still so strange to hi. It was like before he had met Hermione he had lived in complete darkness and now his eyes were still getting adjusted to the sun.
"Who knew that snow could be so pretty?" he said to himself, gazing up into the falling snow. All of a sudden a horrible pain coursed through his arm. Biting back a scream he collapses to his knees in the street. What was happening to him? He didn't have to wonder for long.
"Hello Draco." A voice cold as ice drawled. Malfoy's head jerked up and his heart froze as he realized that he was looking into his father's eyes. Lucius grinned; obviously pleased he could still get a fearful reaction out of his son.
"What are you doing here?" Draco hissed, getting to his feet.
"I'm reminding you of your duty to the dark lord." Lucius sneered. "I trust you haven't forgotten."
"I'm not doing it." Draco said. Lucius's eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"I'm through being his pawn." Draco snapped. "And yours. You may have forced me to get this mark but you can't force me to do THAT." A malicious grin spread across Lucius's face.
"Can't I?" he asked innocently. "Crucio!" Unimaginable pain erupted through out Draco's body. With a scream he fell to the ground, writhing and crying out. After about fifteen seconds Lucius lifted the curse.
"Is that all you've got?" Draco demanded hoarsely, struggling to pick himself up from the ground. Lucius sneered and yelled Crucio once more. Draco collapsed again from the pain but bit his lip and forced himself not to scream. After what seemed like hours the curse was finally lifted.
"You can torture me all you want." Draco hissed, pulling himself up against a wall, barley able to support his own weight. "It doesn't matter anymore. I don't obey you anymore."
Trying a different tactic Lucius invaded Draco's mind. Usually Draco was able to keep these invasions out but the unexpected timing combined with the torture he had just been subjected to was too much for him to handle. He tried but within seconds Lucius had seen all he needed to.
"A mudblood?" Lucius hissed, slamming Draco up against a wall. "You're fucking a mudblood?"
"It's more then that!" Draco said coldly. "Not that you would know anything about that type of thing."
"Insolent boy!" Lucius exclaimed, hitting Draco across the face with the palm of his hand. "You are filth! You don't deserve to bear the name Malfoy."
"B-o-o h-o-o." Draco said sarcastically, spitting out blood. This comment was answered with another blow from Lucius.
"Listen to me Draco and listen good." Lucius said. "You complete the task that the dark lord has set for you or things will go badly for your little mudblood bitch." Draco's eyes widened. Not Hermione. Kill him if they had to but not her.
"No…" he whispered. Lucius grinned.
"And don't think for a minuet that I'm bluffing. I feel no guilt at all in disposing of mudbloods."
"Or in abusing your own son obviously." Draco said venomously. Lucius chuckled.
"You can fight me with words all you want but if you do not complete your task then Ms. Mudblood dies." He threw Draco to the ground then knelt over him.
"You make book on that SON." He sneered then got up, brushed off his robes as if the act of torturing his son had been a dirty one and stalked off into the snowy village. Draco laid a minuet in the cold, willing his injured body to function. Finally he rose to he feet, somewhat shakily. He fell back on the wall for support, breathing hard. He stayed like that for a minuet before he finally spoke.
"I have to do it." He said simply. "I have to."
A/N: Damn it Lucius! Why do you always have to ruin everything? Anyway did you like it? Hate it? Suggestions? Let me know!
