Disclaimer – Anything you recognise probably, in fact almost certainly, does not belong to me.  However the plot and the character Hazel do.  Unfortunately for me, her name does not.

Authors Note – This is a Draco Malfloy and the Dark Side centred story.  Therefore Harry, Hermione and Ron will probably not make any appearances, and might not even be mentioned (although that's stretching it a tad).  The pairing will be Draco/New Character.  If any of this is not to your liking I say give it a try at least, you never know you might enjoy it.

Summary – On what seems like an ordinary Muggle-murdering mission, Draco Malfloy is tackled by an intriguing prospect.  Read on my fellow readers, read on.

Tackled by an Intriguing Prospect.

Chapter 4 – A Pleasant Surprise And It's Going To Take Some Planning.

Step kick, layout, down.  Bounce, bounce, splits.  Roll-through, kick, kick, roll, push-up.

Hazel danced round her new, larger cell practising all her usual lessons.  She had completed a Ballet session and a Tap (without the shoes of course-which had been difficult) and was now onto Disco.  For the last three weeks she had been practising her dancing, and for the last three weeks she hadn't seen sight nor sound of Draco.

She danced round, the last dance she had ever been taught.  It felt so long ago, years and years since she had stood in the studio.  She stopped in her final position then relaxed her body.  She felt like pirouette practice now, jazz-style.

She lined herself up, balance first then one turn, followed by a double pirouette followed by a triple.  She was onto her first triple when a voice nearly made her lose her balance.  She stopped unsteadily, swaying on her feet.

"What" she shot at him.

"I'm sorry I even came," he shot back angrily, "I'll just go then.  Why not? And I might just accidentally forget about you to."

"Like you did Dumbledore," she hissed angrily.  "Sorry" she said, stepping closer to him, "What do you want?"

"Nothing really.  Just came to visit," he said sarcastically, dropping onto her bed.  He stared up at her.

"Well don't stop on my account.  Your very good."

"Thank you," she said, "I work hard." She began to bend over her legs, touching her head to her knees.

He watched her and she caught his eyes.  "Draco" she began not really sure where this was leading.  "Why have you kept me here? I mean why have you kept me alive? I'm not exactly useful to you am I?"

He seemed to be considering a truthful answer.  He hummed for a moment, and then his eyes glittered malevolently.

"To use and abuse as I wish." He grinned nastily.

She glared at him.  "Why can't you just be truthful for one moment, " she screamed at him, striding over until she stood directly in front of him.  He stood up, towering over her.  She barely reached his chest but she glared into his eyes, hazel on grey, Hazel on Draco.

He cupped her chin in his hand and brought his mouth down on hers.  He kissed her roughly, applying a pressure to her lips that was almost painful.  She was shocked at first but then began to kiss him back, surprised at the shivers that ran up and down her body.  He pulled away and pushed past her, striding to the other side of her cell.

"Why Draco?" she whispered, "The truth."

He turned to face her.  "You fascinate me," he began.  "You aren't someone I can control.  One moment you will cry and scream in pain then the next you fight back with all you have.  I can't mould you into what I want, unlike all those weaklings who follow the Dark Lord, clinging onto his coattails.  They bow at my feet, cling to my power.  They do my bidding.  As do their women and many others at that.  However you, you have a mind, a strong mind.  And a strong personality.  It excites me.  I want to know you, to be close to you.  But I hate you also.  I hate you for being a muggle, a common low-born muggle."

"How…dare…you" she managed to get out.  "How dare you.  You call me a common born muggle you disgusting prat.  You get your kicks from killing innocent people.  You kill your own kind because they aren't of a high enough position for you.  You disgust me.  And you dare insult me."

"I disgust me," he shouted, his pale face starting to turn slightly red.  "I can't get out of it though, can't stop it.  I was born into this; I had no life from when I was a baby.  So I will be successful in this one.  Successful and powerful."

"You have a choice.  You can leave this life-"

"I can't" he cut in, "They would kill me moments after I walked out of the door.  The Dark Lord knows all.  You see this," he shouted at her, pulling up his robes to reveal the Dark Mark on his arm, "It connects me to him.  He would know in a minute if I were deserting him.  It has the added power of making it easier to kill me."

"He can kill you because of that?" she whimpered.

"Yes.  We are connected through this.  He says the spell and I will drop dead.  End of."

"I'm sorry Draco.  Dumbledore told me that your Father forced you into this. I didn't realised how deep in you were though."

"I'm sorry to" he said, "Sorry I ever went to that library that day.  Sorry I ever saw you and sorry I didn't kill you on the spot.  I'm sorry I brought you here and I'm sorry I fell in-"

He stopped and stared at her, she stared back.  Hazel on Draco again.  And he strode back over to her, clearing the space between them in a few strides.  He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her upwards.  They embraced roughly, fiercely.

Draco tangled his hand into Hazel's short hair.  She linked her hands behind his head, pulling him closer to her.  He pulled her further upwards so she was balanced on her tiptoes, her weight resting on him.

She pulled away first.  She turned and walked to the bed, pulling him over by his hand.  She climbed onto the bed and he followed her.  They began to kiss again, passionately, sinking into the covers.  They lost themselves in their own private world.

Suddenly Draco pulled away with a shout.  He clutched at his arm, the one with the Mark.  Hazel reached out to his arm and pulled her hand away quickly.  Her palm burnt and turned a dark red colour.

"Master is calling me," he said, standing up.

"Don't go," she said, pleading with him.

"I have to," he replied.  He placed a soft kiss on her forehead before disapparating.

Hazel lay wrapped in her covers.  She was unable to sleep; she couldn't shake images of Draco from her mind.  What was she doing, he was evil incarnate.  Yet she felt something for him, something that ran deeply.

She didn't hear him apparate but she felt the movement of her covers and his weight as he dropped onto the bed.  He wrapped an arm around her waist and she leant back into his body, falling asleep in the arms of evil.

Draco was gone when she awoke.  There was no sign he had even slept here apart from a note in heavy looking, yellowish paper.  It was left on the pillow were his head had lain.  She touched it and realised it was parchment.  Un-folding it, she read his neat, loopy writing;

Dear Hazel,

Sorry I had to leave you.  I will be back as soon as possible.  I might have a pleasant surprise for you too.

                                                                  Draco

She lay back in the bed, dropping the letter onto her chest.  A pleasant surprise in his eyes was probably getting to sleep with him properly.  She rolled onto her side.  She wasn't too sure that she didn't have a problem with that.

He arrived hours later.  Hazel had drifted off to sleep again but he shook her awake.  He kissed her on the head and then lay down next to her, draping an arm around her.

"You ok?" he asked, as if they were a normal couple.

"Fine" she said smiling at him.  "So what's this surprise you've got for me?  It best be good, I've been waiting all day."

"Well," he said, obviously pleased with himself, "Father is holding a ball tomorrow evening and I want you to attended with me."

Her mouth fell open and for a few moments she couldn't utter a sound.  She managed to squeak shrilly.

"What?" he said, "What's wrong with that?"

"Well won't someone notice I'm a muggle?" she said shrilly.

"Not if we are very careful.  It will an exquisite ball.  I sent hours today picking out a robe for you to wear.  Do you want to see it?"

She nodded slowly.  He pulled put his wand and whispered an incantation.  A forest green robe appeared.  It was slightly off-the-shoulder and was cut in a curved shape at the chest.  It had long sleeves ending in wide points and there was a slit cut high up the leg.  It was made of the softest velvet.

"Its, its beautiful," she breathed, "Thank you" She reached over to kiss his cheek.

He smiled.  "I know.  And it will look even more beautiful with you in it.  Will you go with me?"

She nodded.

"It's going to take some planning," he said.

"Draco, what if somewhere who was there the day you er, met me recognises me?"

"They won't" he reassured, "They kill hundreds of muggles a week.  They won't remember any of them."

"They didn't kill me though."

"Trust me.  If you do exactly as I tell you you'll be fine.  I promise."

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