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Chapter Three-Reward
Two silver pools stared into a fire, the light from the flames dancing on the mans face, making him look like death itself. He swiveled the crystal goblet that he held in his hand, making the brandy slosh against the sides. He sat deep in thought, thinking about a way to get revenge. It had been 3 years ago on this miserable evening that he had lost his mother, and his father. Although he missed his parents greatly, he had been forced to forget them, and move on. As he sat, he pictured the girl that had ripped his reality apart. Even as he thought about her, he became angry, and as the fire roared in the fireplace, he pictured her, eyes dark and emotionless, hair a dark black color. He didn't know what had happened, but her appearance had changed abruptly that evening. He yelled in anger, and frustration, throwing his goblet into the fire, shattering the crystal, and making the fire his and sputter. He sat glaring at the fire, when the flames turned a dark green color, and there was a pop noise, as a masked head bobbed in the middle of the fire, the flames licking the bleached white mask.
"What do you want?" Draco growled at the hooded head.
"The Lord requests you." Replied the man, and with a pop, his head disappeared.
Draco got up from the chair in the lounge, and apperated into his chambers, where he went straight to his closet. He retrieved a white mask, which had a green snake slithering in and out of a silver skull, in the middle of the forehead. Draco had been given his fathers position after his death, and had even been entitled to (if anything should happen to Voldermort) the title of the Dark Prince, and he would one day become the Dark Lord in place of Voldermort. Draco pulled out a black cloak that was fringed with silver, and clasped it under his chin. He then concentrated very hard, picturing the dark mark in his minds eyes, and disapperated…
When he opened his eyes, he was standing a large, dark room. The only light source was that of a green light, coming from what would be assumed to be the ceiling of the room. The walls and the ceiling seemed to go on forever. In the middle of the green light was a large chair that was made up of many intertwined silver snakes. The seat, back and armrests of the chair were cushioned with green satin. But nothing could compare to the demon that was sitting in the chair. His silver robes seemed to flow out around him as if they were made of liquid silver, white his skin seemed to be made from white porcelain. His red eyes seemed to glow in the darkened room, as his lipless mouth, turned up the corners into a smirk. This was his master, his lord, his king. He was the only thing that he had left in the world that had forsaken him long ago. Draco made his way through the darkness, to the demon, and promptly kneeled before him.
"My Lord…" He mumbled, looking at he floor out of respect.
"Draco Malfoy," hissed Voldermort "my most loyal servant, my son, rise before me."
Draco rose to his feet as commanded, his eyes still on the floor.
"You requested me master." Draco stated.
"Yes I did," He stated thoughtfully "You have been faithful to me for many a year, even before you could talk, you were faithful to me. You have passed my expectations and have been rewarded accordingly. But when you should have been blood thirsty, and revengeful, you weren't at my command. You obeyed me when you should have honored your family, and avenged their deaths, you stayed loyal. So now I will give you what you have wanted for many years, even before your parents untimely demise."
Voldermort clapped his hands and with a waft of green smoke, an unconscious girl appeared, levitated above the ground. She was dressed in Arabian style cloths, all in silver. A silver bra, that fitted her perfectly, showing off the plumpness of her breasts, and it showed her erect nipples, because of the coolness of the room. Her perfectly flat stomach was complemented, with a small snake tattoo, circling her belly button. Down to the skimpy bikini bottom, that hid nothing in the back. Her creamy tan legs flowed down to flawless toes. Two silver snake anklets weighed down her ankles, the anklets had emeralds for eyes. To match the anklets, her wrists were complemented with the same design of a bracelet. Around her neck, were two snakes, joining in the front with a teardrop emerald, that landed just above her cleavage. Her black hair was straight, and ended at the middle of her back. Her eyes were closed, showing the smoky green color that colored the lids. Her lips had been colored with a blood red lipstick. And to finish off her outstanding look, the dark mark had been burned onto the back of her shoulder blade. Draco smirked at seeing the dark mark on her shoulder blade; it meant that the person was a slave to the dark side, never to be set free.
"My Lord, I am most grateful." Draco said, bowing before Voldermort.
"You deserve it, you can do what ever you please with her, and your family name has its honor again." Voldermort hissed.
Bowing one last time to his lord, Draco turned to the unconscious girl,
"Your mine now… Hermione Granger!" And an evil smirk graced his lips, as he apperated, with his new toy at his side.
I hope that you enjoyed this, I'm hoping to get a new chapter up in another week or so, please review this new chapter!
Chapter Three-Reward
Two silver pools stared into a fire, the light from the flames dancing on the mans face, making him look like death itself. He swiveled the crystal goblet that he held in his hand, making the brandy slosh against the sides. He sat deep in thought, thinking about a way to get revenge. It had been 3 years ago on this miserable evening that he had lost his mother, and his father. Although he missed his parents greatly, he had been forced to forget them, and move on. As he sat, he pictured the girl that had ripped his reality apart. Even as he thought about her, he became angry, and as the fire roared in the fireplace, he pictured her, eyes dark and emotionless, hair a dark black color. He didn't know what had happened, but her appearance had changed abruptly that evening. He yelled in anger, and frustration, throwing his goblet into the fire, shattering the crystal, and making the fire his and sputter. He sat glaring at the fire, when the flames turned a dark green color, and there was a pop noise, as a masked head bobbed in the middle of the fire, the flames licking the bleached white mask.
"What do you want?" Draco growled at the hooded head.
"The Lord requests you." Replied the man, and with a pop, his head disappeared.
Draco got up from the chair in the lounge, and apperated into his chambers, where he went straight to his closet. He retrieved a white mask, which had a green snake slithering in and out of a silver skull, in the middle of the forehead. Draco had been given his fathers position after his death, and had even been entitled to (if anything should happen to Voldermort) the title of the Dark Prince, and he would one day become the Dark Lord in place of Voldermort. Draco pulled out a black cloak that was fringed with silver, and clasped it under his chin. He then concentrated very hard, picturing the dark mark in his minds eyes, and disapperated…
When he opened his eyes, he was standing a large, dark room. The only light source was that of a green light, coming from what would be assumed to be the ceiling of the room. The walls and the ceiling seemed to go on forever. In the middle of the green light was a large chair that was made up of many intertwined silver snakes. The seat, back and armrests of the chair were cushioned with green satin. But nothing could compare to the demon that was sitting in the chair. His silver robes seemed to flow out around him as if they were made of liquid silver, white his skin seemed to be made from white porcelain. His red eyes seemed to glow in the darkened room, as his lipless mouth, turned up the corners into a smirk. This was his master, his lord, his king. He was the only thing that he had left in the world that had forsaken him long ago. Draco made his way through the darkness, to the demon, and promptly kneeled before him.
"My Lord…" He mumbled, looking at he floor out of respect.
"Draco Malfoy," hissed Voldermort "my most loyal servant, my son, rise before me."
Draco rose to his feet as commanded, his eyes still on the floor.
"You requested me master." Draco stated.
"Yes I did," He stated thoughtfully "You have been faithful to me for many a year, even before you could talk, you were faithful to me. You have passed my expectations and have been rewarded accordingly. But when you should have been blood thirsty, and revengeful, you weren't at my command. You obeyed me when you should have honored your family, and avenged their deaths, you stayed loyal. So now I will give you what you have wanted for many years, even before your parents untimely demise."
Voldermort clapped his hands and with a waft of green smoke, an unconscious girl appeared, levitated above the ground. She was dressed in Arabian style cloths, all in silver. A silver bra, that fitted her perfectly, showing off the plumpness of her breasts, and it showed her erect nipples, because of the coolness of the room. Her perfectly flat stomach was complemented, with a small snake tattoo, circling her belly button. Down to the skimpy bikini bottom, that hid nothing in the back. Her creamy tan legs flowed down to flawless toes. Two silver snake anklets weighed down her ankles, the anklets had emeralds for eyes. To match the anklets, her wrists were complemented with the same design of a bracelet. Around her neck, were two snakes, joining in the front with a teardrop emerald, that landed just above her cleavage. Her black hair was straight, and ended at the middle of her back. Her eyes were closed, showing the smoky green color that colored the lids. Her lips had been colored with a blood red lipstick. And to finish off her outstanding look, the dark mark had been burned onto the back of her shoulder blade. Draco smirked at seeing the dark mark on her shoulder blade; it meant that the person was a slave to the dark side, never to be set free.
"My Lord, I am most grateful." Draco said, bowing before Voldermort.
"You deserve it, you can do what ever you please with her, and your family name has its honor again." Voldermort hissed.
Bowing one last time to his lord, Draco turned to the unconscious girl,
"Your mine now… Hermione Granger!" And an evil smirk graced his lips, as he apperated, with his new toy at his side.
I hope that you enjoyed this, I'm hoping to get a new chapter up in another week or so, please review this new chapter!