I stop to think for a moment... An epiphany has come to me! Yes, I see what my true intentions are now! Lucius. His are the eyes that I see in the quivering boy before me! His are the influences that led Draco, Crabbe and Goyle to do such things!
So now I have a motive.
What's this? Shaking your head no? I don't believe you know what I'm thinking, so why then should I stop? I will take the risk and remove the gag; I have the need to hear what you have to say.
"Killing me to get to my father will never work! He and mother will just get together and fuck to create another heir! I am solely a possession!"
Where did you learn that word?
"You are a coward, remedying your grief by causing that of another! That disgusting mudblood deserved to die!"
I have heard enough, so back goes the gag. Ow! Oooohh... That wasn't very nice. I should have known you would have done that... and drawn blood too. "That will most definitely not curb me from what I need to do. Just as Crabbe and Goyle felt they had to please you by holding her down and raping her, so shall I please her friends and family by tying you down and drowning you inside your own body. Coward am I none."
He has become determined to fight, now lashing out in the chair I have him bound to. The irony of this very situation is this: I caught him by surprise in his very. Own. Element. His bedroom. I find it funny that the house elves, his mother, father, nobody has come to check in on him. Perhaps he is right. He is just a possession. Well, my deed will be somewhat charitable then.
On with it.
I put the blade back to his throat and close my eyes... one quick swipe and I have succeeded. He's still thrashing, which just made the cut deeper and more painful... Ah, and I see the potion is working just as I needed it to. His movements are slowing now, as if he has accepted his fate. He is so… beautiful. Beautiful in the only way evil can be. Could have been forever. This had gone beyond the need for wailing and gnashing of teeth.
"The mistake has been nearly corrected. No worries, Malfoy."
There is only one thing I can't handle. He is looking straight into my eyes.
I have no choice but to look away, only until his fight to live is over. I can hear his lungs filling, and it makes my stomach tie itself in knots.
Once I am sure, I turn back and remove the gag and the bindings and take him to his bed. He is arranged and the outer wound healed. "I have nothing but respect for you now, Draco Malfoy." And with that, I slide my palm down his forehead, closing his wide-open eyes. "Three down…"
