A/N- I'm sure you guys were not expecting an update so soon, (I had said that it would be nearly a week before I could update), but I felt that I really had to take a break from studying, and what better way to relax than writing? So here it is- Ch. 17!
CHAPTER 17-
Draco never imagined that a time would come when he would actually be thankful to his father for so thoroughly imbibing in him, the knowledge of the Dark Arts.
Hours of combating the Imperius curse, which his father had cast on him, now enabled him to resist that of Voldemort's almost effortlessly.
At first his mind became wonderfully blank and he felt as if he hadn't a care in the world.
When Voldemort said, "Hit yourself on the head", his hand nearly went to his head. But then he stopped himself. He folded his arms against his chest & gave his famous Malfoy smirk.
"I'm not that easy to control." He said, with his characteristic drawl. "And I have no desire to hit myself on the head, which of course is a very stupid thing to do." He smiled lazily.
Voldemort was so furious, that his eyes, which had been merely dripping fire before, were now black with rage.
Even though outwardly, Draco managed to preserve his languid air, inwardly his heart skipped a beat on seeing Voldemort's expression.
Voldemort in a good mood was fearful to look at, but Voldemort in one of his passions was so much more terrifying that, one might almost prefer to look at a basilisk (through a mirror of course).
However, before Voldemort could give vent to his wrath, Slytherin barged in. Draco could see at a glance, that something had occurred to annoy him very much.
Seeing that Voldemort was still there, he burst out angrily.
"What?! You're still here! Don't you know how dangerous it is for you to be here, for more than one hour?"
"I'm perfectly safe." Retorted Voldemort irritably. "My servant, Wormtail, will warn me if anything happens."
"I wasn't bothered about you!" spat out Slytherin harshly. "I was more concerned about the others coming in & seeing you here. I'm already in-" he suddenly broke off, as someone knocked on the door.
Before Draco could blink, Voldemort had disappeared and Slytherin had seated himself on the huge arm-chair near the fire.
"Come in." he said, curtly.
Helga entered, saying "Really, I don't know what ca-" She stopped abruptly on seeing Draco.
"Oh, I didn't realize you had company." She said apologetically. "I hope I'm not intruding."
Slytherin said nothing to deny it. Instead, he turned towards Draco.
"You may leave. But I may require your presence here tomorrow. You will receive my summons. I trust you would have seen reason by then."
Draco doubted it, but he was glad to get out of that hot, stuffy room, so he nodded & almost ran out.
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A/N- I just realised that I have not expressied my gratitude to all the people who have reviewed. So here is a BIG THANKS to all of you who reviewed-
Monki-from-hell, The Red Dragons Order, Miriam, lanthir imandell, crazy-chica, lady sakura, Salem, Hailey, holyfree, laterose, kyra potter, grania and Pam.
And special thanks to lanthir imandell for giving me 7 (I hope I counted right) reviews!
YOU GUYS ROCK!
CHAPTER 17-
Draco never imagined that a time would come when he would actually be thankful to his father for so thoroughly imbibing in him, the knowledge of the Dark Arts.
Hours of combating the Imperius curse, which his father had cast on him, now enabled him to resist that of Voldemort's almost effortlessly.
At first his mind became wonderfully blank and he felt as if he hadn't a care in the world.
When Voldemort said, "Hit yourself on the head", his hand nearly went to his head. But then he stopped himself. He folded his arms against his chest & gave his famous Malfoy smirk.
"I'm not that easy to control." He said, with his characteristic drawl. "And I have no desire to hit myself on the head, which of course is a very stupid thing to do." He smiled lazily.
Voldemort was so furious, that his eyes, which had been merely dripping fire before, were now black with rage.
Even though outwardly, Draco managed to preserve his languid air, inwardly his heart skipped a beat on seeing Voldemort's expression.
Voldemort in a good mood was fearful to look at, but Voldemort in one of his passions was so much more terrifying that, one might almost prefer to look at a basilisk (through a mirror of course).
However, before Voldemort could give vent to his wrath, Slytherin barged in. Draco could see at a glance, that something had occurred to annoy him very much.
Seeing that Voldemort was still there, he burst out angrily.
"What?! You're still here! Don't you know how dangerous it is for you to be here, for more than one hour?"
"I'm perfectly safe." Retorted Voldemort irritably. "My servant, Wormtail, will warn me if anything happens."
"I wasn't bothered about you!" spat out Slytherin harshly. "I was more concerned about the others coming in & seeing you here. I'm already in-" he suddenly broke off, as someone knocked on the door.
Before Draco could blink, Voldemort had disappeared and Slytherin had seated himself on the huge arm-chair near the fire.
"Come in." he said, curtly.
Helga entered, saying "Really, I don't know what ca-" She stopped abruptly on seeing Draco.
"Oh, I didn't realize you had company." She said apologetically. "I hope I'm not intruding."
Slytherin said nothing to deny it. Instead, he turned towards Draco.
"You may leave. But I may require your presence here tomorrow. You will receive my summons. I trust you would have seen reason by then."
Draco doubted it, but he was glad to get out of that hot, stuffy room, so he nodded & almost ran out.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N- I just realised that I have not expressied my gratitude to all the people who have reviewed. So here is a BIG THANKS to all of you who reviewed-
Monki-from-hell, The Red Dragons Order, Miriam, lanthir imandell, crazy-chica, lady sakura, Salem, Hailey, holyfree, laterose, kyra potter, grania and Pam.
And special thanks to lanthir imandell for giving me 7 (I hope I counted right) reviews!
YOU GUYS ROCK!