A/N: I always liked Draco…even though he can be a true pain in the bottom, and can say some harsh things, somehow I like him. So I wrote a story. I don't see enough of Draco stories, write them peoples. *Taps her foot impatiently*
R/R and I'll love you forever, kisses.
Defiance Till Surrender
By Trinity
Defiance Till Surrender, Part 1-
Draco Malfoy paced nervously in the study of Avery, a close friend to his father who'd called him from his current assignment to meet him.
He was late.
At fifteen, Draco had joined forces with the dark wizard, Voldemort. His father, Lucius, was Voldemort's right hand man, automatically placing him in the inner circle. Being just an amateur, he was reserved to assignments given to him by the higher authority. Avery had already given him the job of gathering the information of the muggle descents of those that attended Hogwarts, and was rather cross at being pulled away from it so abruptly.
It had only taken two years for Lord Voldemort to rapidly ascend the ladder of power. Draco, now seventeen, had been through it all. His gray eyes moved to window, seeing his reflection. His white blonde hair was unbrushed from the tireless work, and his pale complexion seemed paler from the lack of sleep. He scowled, and spun away from it, moving toward the lit fireplace.
A door opened behind him and he was annoyed enough not to turn around even when he heard it click shut. Then a mellow chuckle broke the stubborn silence.
"Ah, Draco, I see I've annoyed you. Surely a late hour is not so upsetting to a man like you. I've heard rumors otherwise."
Draco turned around, knowing if he didn't he could be accused of disrespect, and he didn't want to deal with the pompousness of Avery right at this moment.
"What do you want, Avery?" Draco said, his face emotionless as he had been trained to do. "Why did you not call for me at a more reasonable hour?"
"I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience," Avery said, Draco's mouth twitched at this, knowing he was not, "but that time would've been around noon, at that is the time I expect you to be on your way."
"On my way? Where am I to be going?"
"You're new assignment, you will be traveling."
"I figured this," Draco said, "but what of my tracing?"
Avery waved a hand in the air, dismissing Draco's words. "It is being taken care of."
Draco stared hard at the slightly shorter man. Avery, while talking to him, had moved nearly face to face to Draco. Even though Draco was younger than Avery, he was at least a head taller. The shorter man couldn't hold Draco's hard gaze, and looked hastily at the fireplace.
"Then what will I be doing now?" Draco asked finally, allowing the man to be free of his stare, by sitting down at one of the large chairs facing each other.
"I received a letter from our master." Avery said, taking the seat opposite of him. His hand reached inside his coat and pulled out a folded piece of parchment. He handed it to Draco, and leaned back in the chair, eyes following the younger mans movements.
Draco unfolded the paper slowly, and read over the commands.
"So they have done it." Draco grinned, glancing up. Avery nodded, and motioned him to continue reading. He did, the grin fading slightly as he finished.
"Any questions?" Avery asked.
"I'm to find this...mudblood." Draco growled.
"I see you understand."
"Why?"
"She is part of the Order," Avery said, folding his hands.
"Her?" Draco laughed. "And what do I do after I find her?"
"Watch her, our master is not yet sure what to do with her yet. The parents will be taken into custody, probably put in one of the camps we recently set up."
"Watch her? That is my job? To baby-sit one of the Order?" Draco frowned.
"She will be useful in information, maybe ransom." Avery said. Draco didn't reply, instead he folded the paper again and stuck it into one of his robe pockets.
"You should go get some rest, soldiers will meet you at your house to assist you," Avery said, standing. Draco stood as well, and with a pop, disapparated to his home.
*
"Draco!" A fifteen year old girl, who's appearance was strikingly similar as his, except for her gold eyes, cried when Draco apparated in the middle of his fathers manor. She wore a nightgown that hung just above her ankles, and a glass of water was in her hand. "Your home!"
Draco looked at his younger sister almost warmly, it was hard to feel anything but animosity, and it was even harder to smile.
"Not for long Kat." Draco said, moving for the stairs.
"Not for long?" he heard her hurry after him. "You just got here, where are you going?"
Inwardly, Draco smiled, she hadn't been joined into Voldemort's posse yet, she hadn't yet lost that perkiness and optimistic that was so unlike the rest of Malfoy's. He stopped, troubled by that thought. Kathryn Malfoy was the true oddball of the Malfoys; she had a personality so opposite of everyone else in his family. Lucius and his mother did their best to ruin it, but they had been unsuccessful. But Kat being thrust in the middle of the war, to see and experience the things he had would surely ruin her.
"I have another job to do," Draco said, turning to her.
"Oh," Kathryn said, a disappointed frown splayed on her face. "Lucius says I have an orientation in a couple of weeks."
A flash of panic gripped Draco's heart at these words, he forced a painful look of encouragement at his younger sister. "I will be sure to be there. Let me know when it is." He said.
"That's great!" Kathryn said the frown dissolving into a smile. "I'm going back to bed, it was nice seeing you again Drake."
Draco nodded, and watched her flounce back down the stairs and disappear into another room. With a tired sigh her made for his room, he definitely needed to rest.