A/N: It's been awhile since I've posted something, stupid writer's block.
But I'm trying my second FF, please REVIEW!! *nudge, nudge* I would really
like to know what people think. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters, but actually, J.K. Rowling does.
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Draco Malfoy stared thoughtfully out the large stone windows of his bedroom in the Malfoy manor, watching the sunset, the mixture of red, orange, and yellow reflected in his cold grey eyes. He turned and looked across his rooms, which were strewn with new school books, potions, and robes. In two days he would be heading off to Hogwarts for his seventh and final year.
Shouts echoed from downstairs making Draco cringe. Narcissa and Lucius were at it again. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block them out. Ever since he could remember his parents had never got along. His mother was pretty, but weak, and Lucius had always been able to control her. And if she disobeyed him, he would beat her, and if Draco tried to stop him, he would beat Draco. Naturally, over time it had made their relationships very strained, Narcissa had become cold and distant, never giving Draco the sort of love he should have had from a mother. He himself become cold, not knowing any other way of life, and was constantly trying to please his father but it was never enough.
Walking over to his desk he decided to write a letter to Pansy, just to please her. She was obsessed with him. She'd written him about twenty times over the summer and he had only replied once. Pansy wasn't very bright and amazingly resembled a pug. But her father was also close friends with Lucius, Draco didn't dare upset her.
Draco smiled smugly as his gaze fell upon the shiny badge with an impressive letter H engraved upon it. In his sixth year he had been a prefect and it was no surprise to him that he would was going to be head boy. A sneer curled his lip; Hermione Granger would most likely be head girl, as she had been a prefect too. The filthy mudblood was always better than him, and she wasn't even of pure blood! The fact that a muggle born always got better marks than him was a constant source of disappointment for his father, and every year when he learned Draco's grades he would ask:
"Are you top of the class?"
"Almost father."
"Almost? You let that mudblood beat you out again, you ought to be ashamed."
And that was it, no "Good work son" or "You did your best". He was never good enough and never would be. Draco was relieved to be going back to school, because that meant freedom from this house.
"Draco! Come down here, we must talk." His fathers voice carried from downstairs bringing Draco out of his thoughts. Thankfully, it seemed for now his parents had stopped arguing.
The Malfoy Manor was, of course, very large but like the family that lived in it very cold. The walls were of stone and rich green rugs laid about in certain places. It was never home to Draco, not really, Hogwarts was. This house was big, cold, unfriendly and full of painful memories.
He entered into the living room which had high, cavernous ceiling, large black leather couches and an enormous fireplace lighting the room. Against a wall sat the slumped figure of Narcissa, tears falling down her cheeks silently, Draco set his face determinedly. How could his father be so terrible? However, he must not let his emotions show. Emotions show a sign of weakness.
His father stood importantly looking at his son with a pleased smirk on his face. The pair looked so incredibly alike. Silver blonde hair and blue grey eyes, standing feet apart as if being close to each other was uncomfortable.
"Message from Lord Voldemort. Seems our little family has a very important job to do at Hogwarts this year," Lucius said, smirk curling around his lip
Draco's heart dropped, at Hogwarts? Things had calmed down at Hogwarts for the past two years and nothing that significant had happened. Still, people who accepted the truth knew the dark lord had risen again, and everyday expected to hear the worst. So far it hadn't happened yet. He was beginning to enjoy the peace. Dismissing the tense silence in the room Lucius continued.
"He has decided that it is not safe to use a teacher or such again to gain access to the boy," Draco knew he meant Potter", and he thinks it would be a wise move to work through a student."
It was annoying really, Draco thought, it was a bit stupid how the Dark Lord was so focused on the boy. It would be much easier for him to rise to power without risking getting beaten again by Potter, but saying what he felt about Voldemort's fixation with Harry was something better left unsaid. Lucius must have noticed the nonplussed look on Draco's face so he kept going.
"This student would have to form a relationship with that mudblood girl and in a process making her trust him. Acting as if he wants to get to be friends with her friends he will also gain the trust of Potter and his friend, Weasley. One week before school ends he will find a way to get Potter alone, and stun the boy. There will be a portkey put in a place, and he will bring the boy to us. You get the idea." Said Lucius, eyes glinting mavolently.
Still Draco said nothing, heart thudding painfully in his chest. His mother gave a small sob but quickly quieted herself with a fearful glance at Lucius.
"That boy is you."
Color drained from his face, but he showed no other emotion. True, he would enjoy seeing Potter die, but having to pretend he actually liked mudblood was a completely different thing.
"On completing the task successfully," and Lucius stressed 'successfully'", The Dark Lord will initiate you as a Death Eater and you will join our ranks. Do you accept?" It wasn't really a question, just a courtesy. He said this with a glint of pride in his demonic eyes.
"Yes father, I will do this, and I will not fail," said Draco. Maybe his father would appreciate him if he completed this. Besides, it wasn't like he could refuse. He didn't want to end up broken and weeping on the floor like his mother.
"Right then. I suggest you began to work your way into the Mudblood girl's heart soon for she will not trust or accept you quickly. But it is sometimes the simplest plan that works best. I know you can do it son. Tell no one." Said Lucius, nodding to Draco in a way of finalizing the deal.
Draco nodded back", yes father. I won't let you down."
"Good. I will send instructions as necessary. Send an owl immediately if something goes wrong. You may go now," said Lucius, waving his hand to dismiss his son. Draco turned and walked briskly from the room. Right as he was at the doorway of the room Lucius added", Make sure, Draco, that although you will have to make the girl care for you. Do not care for her or become attached to her friends. That would receive a most severe punishment."
Continuing to walk from the room and heading for the stairs Draco replied once again "Yes Father."
Well, he thought sarcastically, wasn't this year going to be great?
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A/N: so what do you think. the more reviews the more I will be encouraged to do a better job on the next chapter!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned these characters, but actually, J.K. Rowling does.
*~*
Draco Malfoy stared thoughtfully out the large stone windows of his bedroom in the Malfoy manor, watching the sunset, the mixture of red, orange, and yellow reflected in his cold grey eyes. He turned and looked across his rooms, which were strewn with new school books, potions, and robes. In two days he would be heading off to Hogwarts for his seventh and final year.
Shouts echoed from downstairs making Draco cringe. Narcissa and Lucius were at it again. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to block them out. Ever since he could remember his parents had never got along. His mother was pretty, but weak, and Lucius had always been able to control her. And if she disobeyed him, he would beat her, and if Draco tried to stop him, he would beat Draco. Naturally, over time it had made their relationships very strained, Narcissa had become cold and distant, never giving Draco the sort of love he should have had from a mother. He himself become cold, not knowing any other way of life, and was constantly trying to please his father but it was never enough.
Walking over to his desk he decided to write a letter to Pansy, just to please her. She was obsessed with him. She'd written him about twenty times over the summer and he had only replied once. Pansy wasn't very bright and amazingly resembled a pug. But her father was also close friends with Lucius, Draco didn't dare upset her.
Draco smiled smugly as his gaze fell upon the shiny badge with an impressive letter H engraved upon it. In his sixth year he had been a prefect and it was no surprise to him that he would was going to be head boy. A sneer curled his lip; Hermione Granger would most likely be head girl, as she had been a prefect too. The filthy mudblood was always better than him, and she wasn't even of pure blood! The fact that a muggle born always got better marks than him was a constant source of disappointment for his father, and every year when he learned Draco's grades he would ask:
"Are you top of the class?"
"Almost father."
"Almost? You let that mudblood beat you out again, you ought to be ashamed."
And that was it, no "Good work son" or "You did your best". He was never good enough and never would be. Draco was relieved to be going back to school, because that meant freedom from this house.
"Draco! Come down here, we must talk." His fathers voice carried from downstairs bringing Draco out of his thoughts. Thankfully, it seemed for now his parents had stopped arguing.
The Malfoy Manor was, of course, very large but like the family that lived in it very cold. The walls were of stone and rich green rugs laid about in certain places. It was never home to Draco, not really, Hogwarts was. This house was big, cold, unfriendly and full of painful memories.
He entered into the living room which had high, cavernous ceiling, large black leather couches and an enormous fireplace lighting the room. Against a wall sat the slumped figure of Narcissa, tears falling down her cheeks silently, Draco set his face determinedly. How could his father be so terrible? However, he must not let his emotions show. Emotions show a sign of weakness.
His father stood importantly looking at his son with a pleased smirk on his face. The pair looked so incredibly alike. Silver blonde hair and blue grey eyes, standing feet apart as if being close to each other was uncomfortable.
"Message from Lord Voldemort. Seems our little family has a very important job to do at Hogwarts this year," Lucius said, smirk curling around his lip
Draco's heart dropped, at Hogwarts? Things had calmed down at Hogwarts for the past two years and nothing that significant had happened. Still, people who accepted the truth knew the dark lord had risen again, and everyday expected to hear the worst. So far it hadn't happened yet. He was beginning to enjoy the peace. Dismissing the tense silence in the room Lucius continued.
"He has decided that it is not safe to use a teacher or such again to gain access to the boy," Draco knew he meant Potter", and he thinks it would be a wise move to work through a student."
It was annoying really, Draco thought, it was a bit stupid how the Dark Lord was so focused on the boy. It would be much easier for him to rise to power without risking getting beaten again by Potter, but saying what he felt about Voldemort's fixation with Harry was something better left unsaid. Lucius must have noticed the nonplussed look on Draco's face so he kept going.
"This student would have to form a relationship with that mudblood girl and in a process making her trust him. Acting as if he wants to get to be friends with her friends he will also gain the trust of Potter and his friend, Weasley. One week before school ends he will find a way to get Potter alone, and stun the boy. There will be a portkey put in a place, and he will bring the boy to us. You get the idea." Said Lucius, eyes glinting mavolently.
Still Draco said nothing, heart thudding painfully in his chest. His mother gave a small sob but quickly quieted herself with a fearful glance at Lucius.
"That boy is you."
Color drained from his face, but he showed no other emotion. True, he would enjoy seeing Potter die, but having to pretend he actually liked mudblood was a completely different thing.
"On completing the task successfully," and Lucius stressed 'successfully'", The Dark Lord will initiate you as a Death Eater and you will join our ranks. Do you accept?" It wasn't really a question, just a courtesy. He said this with a glint of pride in his demonic eyes.
"Yes father, I will do this, and I will not fail," said Draco. Maybe his father would appreciate him if he completed this. Besides, it wasn't like he could refuse. He didn't want to end up broken and weeping on the floor like his mother.
"Right then. I suggest you began to work your way into the Mudblood girl's heart soon for she will not trust or accept you quickly. But it is sometimes the simplest plan that works best. I know you can do it son. Tell no one." Said Lucius, nodding to Draco in a way of finalizing the deal.
Draco nodded back", yes father. I won't let you down."
"Good. I will send instructions as necessary. Send an owl immediately if something goes wrong. You may go now," said Lucius, waving his hand to dismiss his son. Draco turned and walked briskly from the room. Right as he was at the doorway of the room Lucius added", Make sure, Draco, that although you will have to make the girl care for you. Do not care for her or become attached to her friends. That would receive a most severe punishment."
Continuing to walk from the room and heading for the stairs Draco replied once again "Yes Father."
Well, he thought sarcastically, wasn't this year going to be great?
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A/N: so what do you think. the more reviews the more I will be encouraged to do a better job on the next chapter!