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 5 - Despair Surging Through Them.

"Are you ready yet?" moaned Draco.

"Almost" Hazel replied, applying the last flick of eye shadow in the mirror Draco had brought her.  He had been so good, bringing her make-up and even looking up charms to straighten her hair.

"Ready" she called, stepping out from behind the shimmering curtain hung across the cell by magic.

He gasped, "You look stunning."

The robe fitted perfectly.  It showed off her curves and toned body.  Her hair was choppy and perfectly straight thanks to his charm.  She glowed, her make-up setting off her beautiful eyes perfectly.  The dress brought their colour out entirely, making their greens and browns glow.

"Your eyes are what first made me want you," he told her, pulling her into a hasty embrace.

"You'll crush my robe," she mock-moaned, letting herself be pulled toward him.

Two hooded figures stood by each grandly carved door.  As they approached the figures flung open the doors to reveal the richly decorated ballroom.  They got level with the hooded figures and Draco suddenly gripped her elbow even harder.  He steered her quickly toward the door, increasing their pace.

"What…" she began but her voice froze.  She felt cold, so cold.  And despair.  She wanted to cry, she wanted to run, scream, cry…

Despair surged through her veins, filling her, consuming her.  Everything was terrible; the world would never be the same again.  Pain flowed in her blood freezing every drop.  She froze, she felt like she couldn't live anymore.

Draco pulled her forward into the laughing, noisy room.  Her face was frozen in a look of pure fear.  He looked concernedly at her.

"They weren't human were they?" she breathed.

"No" he whispered, bending down to reach her ear, "They are Dementors, bringers of despair.  If I had had any idea they would be here I wouldn't have brought you this way"

Hazel was shaking slightly.  "I've, I've never felt anything so terrible before, it was like the world was falling apart inside of me.  It was horrible, Draco." She turned her eyes on him, pain consuming their depths.  He placed his hand into the small of her back, pulling her close into his chest.  Her head rested on his chest, it reached no higher.

"Are you going to be ok?" he whispered down to her.

"Yeah now" she murmured into his robes.

"Mother's making frantic hand gestures at me.  I think she wants to meet you" he placed his other hand under her chin and pulled her face to look at him.  "You're going to be fine, ok?"

She nodded and let him led her across the room toward a waving blond figure.  Draco steered her, his hand a reassuring pressure on the small of her back.

"Mother" he said as they stopped into front of the tall, skinny woman.  She offered her cheek and he leant over to kiss it.  Then she turned her attention to Hazel.  Hazel had the uncomfortable feeling of being appraised by the woman.  She scrutinised every last detail of Hazel, including her outfit.  Then at last she smiled.  A tight smile with no warmth in it.

"You must be Hazel.  Draco has told us so much about you.  It is a pleasure to meet you finally.  Where have you been hiding?"

Hazel nearly choked.  She couldn't exactly reply with the dungeons of your manor now could she?

"Well, er, "

"She's been very busy with work Mother.  As a teacher in Beauxbatons."  Draco saved her.

"Oh marvellous" gushed his Mother.  "What do you teach Hazel?"

"I teach Charms, Mrs Malfloy" Hazel replied, secretly thanking Dumbledore's long discussions of the Hogwarts curriculum.

"Oh Narcissa dear please.  Mrs Malfloy makes me feel so old" she gave a shrill, false laugh.  Hazel smiled uncertainly.

"Your hair is just so beautiful.  How do you get it that straight?  What charm do you use?" she gushed again, touching Hazel's arm lightly with a pale, diamond ring-encrusted hand.

"Straightanous Charm" Draco whispered above her.

"Oh thank you" Hazel gushed back.  "I find a Straightanous charm works best with my hair.  Yours is beautiful though, so long.  You must spend ages dry- er looking after it"

Narcissa launched into a long discussion of the various spells and potions she used on her flowing locks.  Hazel used the time to give Draco a very implying look about his knowledge of ladies cosmetic spells.  Once he caught on to the meaning behind her look he looked slightly murderous.

"Oh but here's me rattling on" Narcissa brought her back into the conversation.  "I'm sure Lucius will want to meet you also.  Here I'll just go and collect him.  Wait here"

Hazel blanched and shot an anxious look at Draco.  Draco had said Lucius would take some convincing work.  Her story had to be perfect or he would get suspicious.

Draco pulled her closer to him as Narcissa pulled over her husband.  He made no disguise of his appraisal of Hazel.  The way he looked at her, with that slight sneer, made her feel ill.

"Mr Malfloy" she said, lowering her head slightly.

"So your Draco's new, girl," he said, stressing each word evilly. 

"Father" Draco muttered, his own tone rivalling in malevolence.

Lucius gave a sly smile.  "Welcome to Malfloy Manor" he began snobbishly.  "I do hope I, we will be able to get to know you better." He gave another smile and his flashing eyes met Draco's, "Unlike the others" he added.  Turning on his heel his wife gave them both a small smile before following him away.

"You passed the test," Draco said, his eyes shooting daggers at his Fathers retreating back.

"That was passing the test?  I wonder what failing it would be like?"

"Death" was the short answer.

"And who were all these other girls?" she asked.  She had not been surprised at the pang she had felt when Lucius had uttered those words.  "Where they all toys too?  Girls you kidnapped?"  Her tone got angry and she turned her back to him.

"No" he pulled her round to face him.  "None of them were like you, anorexic, self-obsessed whores.  I want you."

She let her stony expression fall slowly.  He smiled when he saw it and wrapped both arms around her waist.

"Now the difficulties are over we can enjoy the ball together."  He bent down and kissed her lips lightly.  The kiss got deeper, until two were pressing into each other, trying to melt their bodies together.

There was a crash of doors and the two jumped apart.  The hall went silent all but for the music and that stopped abruptly soon after.  A black hooded figure stood in the doorway and as it walked forward the people began to fall to their knees.

Hazel looked up at Draco.  His face looked angry as he stared at the hooded figure.  He looked down at Hazel and then grabbed her, pushing her to the floor.

"Who…What?"

"Shush" he muttered, "We need to get you out of here."  He looked panicked now.  Hazel began to feel scared.  She looked back over to the hooded figure that had so worried Draco.  It had just pulled Lucius to his feet.

"Master I knew not you were going to attend.  Is there anything I can get you?  I will send for your throne at once"

Hazel blanched.  Master?  That meant that the hooded figure was…was Voldemort.  Her hands began to shake and she hid them in the wide sleeves of her robe.  The figure waved its hand and the people began to stand up again.  No one really seemed to want to move though, and the ball came to an almost silent standstill.

She stood when those in front of her had.  Draco slipped an arm around her waist and began to steer her through the crowd.  She looked over her shoulder and bumped straight into a solid, warm body.  She slowly turned her head and found Lucius blocked their way.

"Going already, Draco?"

"Hazel is very tired Father.  I thought an early night would be most appropriate."

Lucius smiled slyly as if he understood the undertone of Draco's words.  "Ah and Master was so looking forward to meeting her.  I'm sure there will be other, opportunities for My Master to, get acquainted with you.  Goodnight Hazel"

She stared after him, her look a mixture of fear and disgust.  Draco gave her a slight push and she began moving again.

"He is disgusting, " she whispered once they were out of the hall.  Draco said nothing.

"He implied that, that Vol-The Dark Lord, would want to well, you know, with me.  That's just-"

"He would," said Draco in a monotone.  "He would want to have sex with you.  What's ours is his to do what he likes with."  He didn't look at her.

Hazel stopped.  "And you'd let that happen would you?  Stand and watch I suppose?" she hissed malevolently, not daring to shout.

He whipped round to face her.  "I wouldn't want it to but I couldn't stop it.  It happened to my Mother, Crabbe's Mother, and Goyle's Mother.  Every woman who has ever been available to him.  They can't stop it and neither can I."

Hazel wanted to crumple there and then.  She was just a toy.  One to be discarded once a better, prettier one came along.  He didn't love her or care for her.

"I suppose its back down to the dungeon for me now" she spat, "I've been shown off and it's back to the damp and mould until the next ball"

"What are you talking about" he shouted at her.  She cowered slightly, but looked at him steadily.  He lowered his voice.  "Your to stay in my quarters, with me" he almost looked shy at this last comment.

"You think I'm going to sleep with you after that-" she began but she couldn't finish.  His eyes fell and he looked so tormented.

"Its our last night together" he muttered.

"What" she exclaimed.

"Its our last night together" he repeated.  He still didn't look up.

"I heard you the first time.  I want to know what you mean?"

"I'm sending you home." He stared at the floor, his face un-readable.

"But, but why?  What's wrong?  Don't you, you lov-want me any more" She was shocked at her own words.  A few weeks ago she would have died to hear this news.  Now it hit her with as much pain as a speeding train would.  It crushed her heart.

"It's too dangerous for you here.  I'm taking you back to your family.  I don't want you hurt.  You mean to much to me"

"Draco" she whispered and threw herself at him.  He looked up, shocked as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close.  He nervously snaked his arms around her waist.  Stood on her tiptoes she buried her face between his neck and shoulder.  He let his own head rest on hers.

They stayed there for what seemed like hours.  When Hazel began to slide down Draco tightened his arms around her waist and lifted her from the floor.  She pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I love you", he whispered.

She slowly moved her lips toward his.  He caught them in a soft embrace, kissing her gently, tenderly.  His kiss got hungrier, deeper and she matched him in his desperateness.  They melted into each other, becoming one whole entity.  Hazel let her hand lose itself in his silvery locks and he tightened his hold over her.

Their tongues explored each other, probing and playing, teasing and searching the other.  Hazel's whole body tingled and she felt on fire inside.  Draco pulled away, breathing deeply.

"Are you still going back to the dungeons?" he whispered, eyes glittering.

She shook her head not daring to speak.  Draco scooped her up and carried her to his quarters.

"There was a muggle present tonight Lucius.  I thought you prided yourself on being able to discover muggles anywhere, at any time?"

"I am sorry, I was not expecting-"

"Always expect Lucius.  Then there are never any surprises.  Do you know the "muggle"?"

"I had my suspicions about Hazel.  The girl Draco is currently, toying with.  However I would have never thought it of Draco.  He has been brought up to… well perhaps it was a mistake"

"It was no mistake Lucius.  Although perhaps it is just a passing obsession.  We shall see when we kill the girl tomorrow.  Why not let Draco have his fun tonight.  Perhaps you are right and she will be dead tomorrow anyway."

"As you wish, Master"