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Draco and his Women
Draco Malfoy sat in the conference room with about thirty Death Eaters- Voldemort's best and most powerful- and with the Dark Lord himself. His mind kept wandering off the topic of discussion (conquering America). It wasn't as if Draco didn't find the discussion interesting, he just wasn't in the right mood right not. And besides, the past dozen or so Death Eater meetings had all been about the same thing. He didn't think he could stand another word about the new President of Magic, Johnston, or about America's defense system. There was nothing Draco wanted to do more than get up and leave, or at least fall asleep.
Luckily, right at the moment that Draco started to nod off, Blaise Zabini chose that moment to nudge Draco's ribs, waking him up.
"Don't fall asleep!" She scolded quietly.
"Sorry." Muttered Draco. Blaise just rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure you are." Blaise paused. "Draco, is something on your mind? You seem even more distracted than usual."
"No, I'm fine." Draco replied. In truth, he had been looking forward to seeing Blaise again. But the meeting was so boring that Draco just couldn't stay awake.
"Be patient- it's almost over." Blaise whispered in Draco's ear, almost as if she knew what he had been thinking. And she was right. Just about ten minutes later the meeting let out, and Blaise and Draco went out to lunch. They talked for several hours, but only one part of their conversation stuck in Draco's mind. They had been talking a little bit about the meeting they had both just attended.
"I think that Voldemort is being too harsh." That statement of Blaise's alone surprised Draco- he had never before heard Blaise utter words against the Dark Lord.
"I don't know." Draco replied. "What do you mean? Being too harsh?" Blaise glanced around a bit, before whispering "Potter" in Draco's ear. "And the Muggles." Blaise added. "He's killing them off at an extraordinary rate."
"But they deserve it." Countered Draco. "Especially Potter." Blaise just shrugged.
"I don't know that I agree with that. I think you should talk to an... acquaintance of mine."
"Who is this acquaintance?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Nobody that you know." Blaise shot back.
"They how can I trust them? I don't normally trust people I don't know."
"You can trust me." Blaise whispered seductively, and leaned over to kiss Draco square on the mouth. That stopped the conversation.
Now, looking back on it the next morning, Draco found the conversation mildly disturbing. He had known Blaise for almost all twenty-three years of his life, and while he knew that Blaise hadn't particularly wanted to be a Death Eater, he hadn't thought that she would ever be in league with Potter.
"Blaise?" He whispered, turning over to look at the still-sleeping form next to him.
"Go away." She muttered grumpily, sleep still in her voice.
"Blaise, it's important." She turned over groggily.
"What the hell is it, Draco, that it can't wait until I wake up normally?"
"Do you support Potter?" Draco asked quietly. Blaise stiffened. This was not what she expected.
"Is this how you normally wake girls up? The morning after is supposed to be all kissing and cuddling, not interrogation."
"Answer me." Draco said.
"I don't know." Blaise answered honestly. "I don't think so."
"Why?" Draco asked, his voice full of scorn.
"Because, I think that Voldemort is an evil and cruel person. Don't forget, I've seen what he can do, what he does do."
"But you pledged-"
"I was young, naïve, and didn't have a choice. Now I do."
"I see." Draco's voice was sharp.
"I'm not the only one."
"I see." Draco repeated.
"Don't worry, it doesn't change anything." Blaise said, kissing Draco. At first, he didn't kiss her back, but Blaise only kissed harder, until she got some response.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day, went home to Malfoy Manor. He hadn't been home in almost two months, traveling around. Malfoy Manor hadn't been a true home to Draco in many years, so he didn't feel any remorse about not being there. But he felt that, since some of his duties included caring for Malfoy Manor and it's inhabitants, he might as well help out.
As it turned out, Draco hadn't at all needed to return. His mother had everything under perfect control. The few problems that had arisen had been easily dealt with. Narcissa assured Draco that everything was fine, then continued on to her favorite subject- marriage. Draco couldn't be married soon enough to please her.
"So, Draco, did you meet any nice ladies while you were away?" Narcissa asked, sitting down in the plush black chair that graced the Malfoy's living room.
"Yes, Mother. I met very many nice, presentable women." Draco said in a strained tone that suggested he had despised every one of the 'nice, presentable' girls he had met. It was one of the hazards of being a rich, handsome, extremely powerful man, Draco realized later. Everyone wants to marry you. As a matter of fact, Draco knew a great many women who would please his mother infinitely; they were just too.boring. His mother just sniffed in response.
On top of being a very eligible man, Draco was a common houseguest among Death Eaters. He was high on Voldemort's chain of command, and one of the Dark Lord's favorites. No one profited from being on his bad side. So he spent much of his time paying curtsies to minor men and their families, convincing them that the Dark Way was the right way. If he met a marriageable woman while doing that, all the better in Narcissa's mind. Her son had lived as a bachelor too long. He needed to settle down and get married. Not, thought Narcissa, wrinkling her nose, that Draco had ever been without female companionship. Blaise, especially, had been in Draco's life for years. But Narcissa Malfoy didn't think that Blaise would make a very good wife. She was a beautiful, sought-after woman, but Narcissa could never imagine her marrying Draco. They had a very passionate affair, everyone knew. But they did not- could not- ever love each other. Not, considered Narcissa, that love was a big part of a Malfoy marriage. But Draco and Blaise were like the same personality cut into two different people. Both were arrogant, domineering and very attractive. No, thought Narcissa, Draco will need to find another wife.
"What about that Creevy girl, Colin's sister?" Narcissa asked in a huff.
"Mother, I don't appreciate it when you play matchmaker for me. And besides, Lucille is only seventeen. She's still at Beaubuxtons. Plus, back when she was still at Hogwarts up until her...Fourth year, she was in Gryffendor. I am not marrying a Gryffendor." Beaubuxtons, not Hogwarts. There was no more Hogwarts. The Dark Lord had destroyed it almost three years ago.
"Well, there's-"
"Mother!" Interrupted Draco. "Enough! I don't want to hear any more!" he stood up and walked away.
"Draco! Come back here!" Draco stopped. "We'll discuss something else, then, if it's such a problem for you." There was a pleading tone in Narcissa's voice. Draco felt himself turning around and slowly walking back to the couch. As soon as he sat down, his mother scooted closer to him. "Now then, honey, how have you been? I haven't seen you in almost two months, what's been going on?" So Draco explained part of what he had been doing.
In the five years since Voldemort had risen, hundreds more flocked to his ranks, wreaking havoc on the wizarding world. Voldemort obviously didn't have time to get to know them all personally, so Draco and some trusted others would go around, get to know the Death Eaters, and try to judge if they had gotten the Dark Mark out of feelings of self-preservation or if they really supported the Dark Lord, if they could be trusted. As a result, Draco hadn't been involved with any killings in the last three years, and most of the others had been minor, with less than a dozen dead.
The Dark Lord had risen suddenly, when Draco had been out of Hogwarts for a year. There was little warning, at least among the common people, individuals who didn't support the Dark Lord. The terror campaign that he had immediately unleashed had been brutal, and many died. The opposition had somehow managed to get a force together, and, two and a half years ago, Harry Potter had led the people of England in a doomed fight, which he had inevitably lost. But, somehow, Potter had survived, and was mustering a new, equally doomed force. Draco thought it was not one of Potter's better ideas, but then again, what did he know.
Anyway, Draco continued to visit Death Eaters, gain their support, and sleep with their daughters. Of course, Draco didn't mention the last part to his mother. No, Draco didn't feel like marrying anytime soon.
A/N: Sorry, I've been sick, otherwise I'd have updated sooner. Well, being sick and an amazing lack of reviews. Almost makes me not want to write *tear*. Oh well. I suppose you could review...and make me write again. Please?
Draco and his Women
Draco Malfoy sat in the conference room with about thirty Death Eaters- Voldemort's best and most powerful- and with the Dark Lord himself. His mind kept wandering off the topic of discussion (conquering America). It wasn't as if Draco didn't find the discussion interesting, he just wasn't in the right mood right not. And besides, the past dozen or so Death Eater meetings had all been about the same thing. He didn't think he could stand another word about the new President of Magic, Johnston, or about America's defense system. There was nothing Draco wanted to do more than get up and leave, or at least fall asleep.
Luckily, right at the moment that Draco started to nod off, Blaise Zabini chose that moment to nudge Draco's ribs, waking him up.
"Don't fall asleep!" She scolded quietly.
"Sorry." Muttered Draco. Blaise just rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure you are." Blaise paused. "Draco, is something on your mind? You seem even more distracted than usual."
"No, I'm fine." Draco replied. In truth, he had been looking forward to seeing Blaise again. But the meeting was so boring that Draco just couldn't stay awake.
"Be patient- it's almost over." Blaise whispered in Draco's ear, almost as if she knew what he had been thinking. And she was right. Just about ten minutes later the meeting let out, and Blaise and Draco went out to lunch. They talked for several hours, but only one part of their conversation stuck in Draco's mind. They had been talking a little bit about the meeting they had both just attended.
"I think that Voldemort is being too harsh." That statement of Blaise's alone surprised Draco- he had never before heard Blaise utter words against the Dark Lord.
"I don't know." Draco replied. "What do you mean? Being too harsh?" Blaise glanced around a bit, before whispering "Potter" in Draco's ear. "And the Muggles." Blaise added. "He's killing them off at an extraordinary rate."
"But they deserve it." Countered Draco. "Especially Potter." Blaise just shrugged.
"I don't know that I agree with that. I think you should talk to an... acquaintance of mine."
"Who is this acquaintance?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Nobody that you know." Blaise shot back.
"They how can I trust them? I don't normally trust people I don't know."
"You can trust me." Blaise whispered seductively, and leaned over to kiss Draco square on the mouth. That stopped the conversation.
Now, looking back on it the next morning, Draco found the conversation mildly disturbing. He had known Blaise for almost all twenty-three years of his life, and while he knew that Blaise hadn't particularly wanted to be a Death Eater, he hadn't thought that she would ever be in league with Potter.
"Blaise?" He whispered, turning over to look at the still-sleeping form next to him.
"Go away." She muttered grumpily, sleep still in her voice.
"Blaise, it's important." She turned over groggily.
"What the hell is it, Draco, that it can't wait until I wake up normally?"
"Do you support Potter?" Draco asked quietly. Blaise stiffened. This was not what she expected.
"Is this how you normally wake girls up? The morning after is supposed to be all kissing and cuddling, not interrogation."
"Answer me." Draco said.
"I don't know." Blaise answered honestly. "I don't think so."
"Why?" Draco asked, his voice full of scorn.
"Because, I think that Voldemort is an evil and cruel person. Don't forget, I've seen what he can do, what he does do."
"But you pledged-"
"I was young, naïve, and didn't have a choice. Now I do."
"I see." Draco's voice was sharp.
"I'm not the only one."
"I see." Draco repeated.
"Don't worry, it doesn't change anything." Blaise said, kissing Draco. At first, he didn't kiss her back, but Blaise only kissed harder, until she got some response.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The next day, went home to Malfoy Manor. He hadn't been home in almost two months, traveling around. Malfoy Manor hadn't been a true home to Draco in many years, so he didn't feel any remorse about not being there. But he felt that, since some of his duties included caring for Malfoy Manor and it's inhabitants, he might as well help out.
As it turned out, Draco hadn't at all needed to return. His mother had everything under perfect control. The few problems that had arisen had been easily dealt with. Narcissa assured Draco that everything was fine, then continued on to her favorite subject- marriage. Draco couldn't be married soon enough to please her.
"So, Draco, did you meet any nice ladies while you were away?" Narcissa asked, sitting down in the plush black chair that graced the Malfoy's living room.
"Yes, Mother. I met very many nice, presentable women." Draco said in a strained tone that suggested he had despised every one of the 'nice, presentable' girls he had met. It was one of the hazards of being a rich, handsome, extremely powerful man, Draco realized later. Everyone wants to marry you. As a matter of fact, Draco knew a great many women who would please his mother infinitely; they were just too.boring. His mother just sniffed in response.
On top of being a very eligible man, Draco was a common houseguest among Death Eaters. He was high on Voldemort's chain of command, and one of the Dark Lord's favorites. No one profited from being on his bad side. So he spent much of his time paying curtsies to minor men and their families, convincing them that the Dark Way was the right way. If he met a marriageable woman while doing that, all the better in Narcissa's mind. Her son had lived as a bachelor too long. He needed to settle down and get married. Not, thought Narcissa, wrinkling her nose, that Draco had ever been without female companionship. Blaise, especially, had been in Draco's life for years. But Narcissa Malfoy didn't think that Blaise would make a very good wife. She was a beautiful, sought-after woman, but Narcissa could never imagine her marrying Draco. They had a very passionate affair, everyone knew. But they did not- could not- ever love each other. Not, considered Narcissa, that love was a big part of a Malfoy marriage. But Draco and Blaise were like the same personality cut into two different people. Both were arrogant, domineering and very attractive. No, thought Narcissa, Draco will need to find another wife.
"What about that Creevy girl, Colin's sister?" Narcissa asked in a huff.
"Mother, I don't appreciate it when you play matchmaker for me. And besides, Lucille is only seventeen. She's still at Beaubuxtons. Plus, back when she was still at Hogwarts up until her...Fourth year, she was in Gryffendor. I am not marrying a Gryffendor." Beaubuxtons, not Hogwarts. There was no more Hogwarts. The Dark Lord had destroyed it almost three years ago.
"Well, there's-"
"Mother!" Interrupted Draco. "Enough! I don't want to hear any more!" he stood up and walked away.
"Draco! Come back here!" Draco stopped. "We'll discuss something else, then, if it's such a problem for you." There was a pleading tone in Narcissa's voice. Draco felt himself turning around and slowly walking back to the couch. As soon as he sat down, his mother scooted closer to him. "Now then, honey, how have you been? I haven't seen you in almost two months, what's been going on?" So Draco explained part of what he had been doing.
In the five years since Voldemort had risen, hundreds more flocked to his ranks, wreaking havoc on the wizarding world. Voldemort obviously didn't have time to get to know them all personally, so Draco and some trusted others would go around, get to know the Death Eaters, and try to judge if they had gotten the Dark Mark out of feelings of self-preservation or if they really supported the Dark Lord, if they could be trusted. As a result, Draco hadn't been involved with any killings in the last three years, and most of the others had been minor, with less than a dozen dead.
The Dark Lord had risen suddenly, when Draco had been out of Hogwarts for a year. There was little warning, at least among the common people, individuals who didn't support the Dark Lord. The terror campaign that he had immediately unleashed had been brutal, and many died. The opposition had somehow managed to get a force together, and, two and a half years ago, Harry Potter had led the people of England in a doomed fight, which he had inevitably lost. But, somehow, Potter had survived, and was mustering a new, equally doomed force. Draco thought it was not one of Potter's better ideas, but then again, what did he know.
Anyway, Draco continued to visit Death Eaters, gain their support, and sleep with their daughters. Of course, Draco didn't mention the last part to his mother. No, Draco didn't feel like marrying anytime soon.
A/N: Sorry, I've been sick, otherwise I'd have updated sooner. Well, being sick and an amazing lack of reviews. Almost makes me not want to write *tear*. Oh well. I suppose you could review...and make me write again. Please?
