Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter one: Bad communications and family expectations
The green flames flared in the fire place, giving the white elegant living room an ethereal glow. The heat of it spreading through the cold atmosphere. Yet the warmth of it never reached the face of the expressionless Barbie doll look alike. Though already in her thirty's Narcissa Malfoy is still as beautiful as ever. Perhaps that was why Lucius was still with her; cold as she was (even in bed) she had given him a good appearance.
The women sat on a gigantic velvet sofa, her son sitting next to her as they both wait for the other blonde to appear.
Draco Malfoy had just turned 16 a few days ago and was waiting to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his 6th year. Though he had just returned home a few weeks ago, he couldn't wait to go back (not that he would admit it to anyone). He could barely stand this massive place now that it was crawling with Aurors and the ministry's people.
His mother was no help in this matter. In fact she behaved as though nothing had changed and she went on with her business, going to charities and dinner parties every night. Draco ignored, but could not ignore being followed around al through his day and having a feeling like he's being watched. /More of this and I might actually become Mad-eye Moody/ he shuddered at the thought.
The reason the blue eyed boy had to spend this summer with just his mother and a load of Aurors was because his father had just escaped from the wizard's prison Azkaban where he was recently sent to after being trialed guilty for being a Death Eater. Bribery and blackmail could help him this time around, not with the war raging on.
That was why after wards, the ministry sent the aurors to the Malfoy Manor. In case Lucius or any other death eater contacts them. They also forbid Draco and Narcissa from leaving the country, the moment they disappeared; they will be considered fugitives as well.
It took a lot of bribery and blackmail to a lot of powerful people, plus help from some insiders and spies for Lord Voldermort and a few spells in order to achieve this half an hour of untraceable and private communication between the family. Not that the two blondes cared that much, they knew Lucius was only going to give them orders on what to do while he was gone or something anyway.
The flame flared once more, going even higher than before. This time a face appeared within its burning depth. A face much like Draco's own, except the pale skin was lined with age and the eyes, even more icy, his nose more pointy and high as he looked down upon everybody.
The fact that the man had just escaped a heavily guarded prison filled with dementors did not show on his serious face. A cold sneer still graced his lips as it did before and his posture was still as elegant as ever.
"Hello father," Draco started, his face unchanged. It was un-Malfoy like to show emotions other than disgust, disdain, displeasure, and discrimination against muggle-borns.
The elder Malfoy nodded to them before he spoke.
"As you may know, we don't have much time, so I'll get right to the point of why I have contacted you.
"The reason I have contacted you is because I think that now is a good time for you to start your training in dark arts in order to prepare you for the future. If you are to be joining the inner circles of the Dark Lord's followers, you must be very fluent in your use of dark spells."
"But father, I thought the training doesn't usually start until I graduate," Draco interrupted.
"I know son, but in these times of war we need as many men as possible. Besides, what could you possibly have left to learn at that mud blood school that you will need in your future life anyway?"
"But father," he said once again, "what about the ministry? If I disappear, I'll become a fugitive, father. And since I'm the last Malfoy heir, there would be no one to continue the line. We didn't lose everything for the war the last time, why should we do it this time?"
Draco argued his points rationally. He knew that no matter what happened, his father would never let the Malfoy name be lost. The Malfoys were an old aristocratic family that had been with the Wizarding world for thousands of years. No way was his father going to give that up over one dark lord, no matter how powerful.
The reason Draco was doing this was because he didn't really want to follow his father's footstep in being a Death Eater. The reason he was doing it was because his father expected him to.
And for once in his young life, he wanted his father to be proud of him. Something he never had before in his life.
In all the 16 years of it, all he heard from the man was, it was not good enough. I received top marks, but never good enough to beat mud blood Granger. I'm a good seeker, but never enough to defeat Potter.
So why was he hesitating. Why shouldn't he just join the lord and be done with it?
Harry Bloody can't-seem-to-die Potter that's why.
Believe it or not Potter is the only thing keeping Draco at Hogwarts. As unbelievable as it sounds Draco couldn't ignore his growing attraction to the green eyed boy which had become some what, (ok very) handsome over the years. Though their animosity still burns with fury, for the blue eyed blonde hidden passion is enlaced in the flames.
It was not the fact that he was attracted to a boy that troubled him. He knew that for the Malfoys it certainly weren't a problem since he was told he would need to have an arranged marriage anyway in order to produce an heir. Then he can sleep with whoever the hell he wants no matter the sex, age, or even species. (He just had to do it discreetly because it was not accepted by everyone in society, plus he needed to keep up the family image.)
But the fact that it was Potter, Harry Potter that did. And I thought I had more taste than that, he thought to himself. Well, at least it's just lust, and lust usually goes away. Eventually.
"Draco, are you listening to me?" The loud but still cold voice rang into his swimming head and brought his attention back to his father.
"Yes father?"
"I said not to worry. I have a plan figured out for you." Then Lucius start to give his instructions.
"Tomorrow, a package will be delivered to you carrying an invisible portkey. You will use it to come and meet me." And with that the image of Lucius flickered and disappeared. The time was up.
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A/N: How's that for a first chapter. It's a bit short I know. Anyway, please review. Please please please, thank you.
Chapter one: Bad communications and family expectations
The green flames flared in the fire place, giving the white elegant living room an ethereal glow. The heat of it spreading through the cold atmosphere. Yet the warmth of it never reached the face of the expressionless Barbie doll look alike. Though already in her thirty's Narcissa Malfoy is still as beautiful as ever. Perhaps that was why Lucius was still with her; cold as she was (even in bed) she had given him a good appearance.
The women sat on a gigantic velvet sofa, her son sitting next to her as they both wait for the other blonde to appear.
Draco Malfoy had just turned 16 a few days ago and was waiting to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for his 6th year. Though he had just returned home a few weeks ago, he couldn't wait to go back (not that he would admit it to anyone). He could barely stand this massive place now that it was crawling with Aurors and the ministry's people.
His mother was no help in this matter. In fact she behaved as though nothing had changed and she went on with her business, going to charities and dinner parties every night. Draco ignored, but could not ignore being followed around al through his day and having a feeling like he's being watched. /More of this and I might actually become Mad-eye Moody/ he shuddered at the thought.
The reason the blue eyed boy had to spend this summer with just his mother and a load of Aurors was because his father had just escaped from the wizard's prison Azkaban where he was recently sent to after being trialed guilty for being a Death Eater. Bribery and blackmail could help him this time around, not with the war raging on.
That was why after wards, the ministry sent the aurors to the Malfoy Manor. In case Lucius or any other death eater contacts them. They also forbid Draco and Narcissa from leaving the country, the moment they disappeared; they will be considered fugitives as well.
It took a lot of bribery and blackmail to a lot of powerful people, plus help from some insiders and spies for Lord Voldermort and a few spells in order to achieve this half an hour of untraceable and private communication between the family. Not that the two blondes cared that much, they knew Lucius was only going to give them orders on what to do while he was gone or something anyway.
The flame flared once more, going even higher than before. This time a face appeared within its burning depth. A face much like Draco's own, except the pale skin was lined with age and the eyes, even more icy, his nose more pointy and high as he looked down upon everybody.
The fact that the man had just escaped a heavily guarded prison filled with dementors did not show on his serious face. A cold sneer still graced his lips as it did before and his posture was still as elegant as ever.
"Hello father," Draco started, his face unchanged. It was un-Malfoy like to show emotions other than disgust, disdain, displeasure, and discrimination against muggle-borns.
The elder Malfoy nodded to them before he spoke.
"As you may know, we don't have much time, so I'll get right to the point of why I have contacted you.
"The reason I have contacted you is because I think that now is a good time for you to start your training in dark arts in order to prepare you for the future. If you are to be joining the inner circles of the Dark Lord's followers, you must be very fluent in your use of dark spells."
"But father, I thought the training doesn't usually start until I graduate," Draco interrupted.
"I know son, but in these times of war we need as many men as possible. Besides, what could you possibly have left to learn at that mud blood school that you will need in your future life anyway?"
"But father," he said once again, "what about the ministry? If I disappear, I'll become a fugitive, father. And since I'm the last Malfoy heir, there would be no one to continue the line. We didn't lose everything for the war the last time, why should we do it this time?"
Draco argued his points rationally. He knew that no matter what happened, his father would never let the Malfoy name be lost. The Malfoys were an old aristocratic family that had been with the Wizarding world for thousands of years. No way was his father going to give that up over one dark lord, no matter how powerful.
The reason Draco was doing this was because he didn't really want to follow his father's footstep in being a Death Eater. The reason he was doing it was because his father expected him to.
And for once in his young life, he wanted his father to be proud of him. Something he never had before in his life.
In all the 16 years of it, all he heard from the man was, it was not good enough. I received top marks, but never good enough to beat mud blood Granger. I'm a good seeker, but never enough to defeat Potter.
So why was he hesitating. Why shouldn't he just join the lord and be done with it?
Harry Bloody can't-seem-to-die Potter that's why.
Believe it or not Potter is the only thing keeping Draco at Hogwarts. As unbelievable as it sounds Draco couldn't ignore his growing attraction to the green eyed boy which had become some what, (ok very) handsome over the years. Though their animosity still burns with fury, for the blue eyed blonde hidden passion is enlaced in the flames.
It was not the fact that he was attracted to a boy that troubled him. He knew that for the Malfoys it certainly weren't a problem since he was told he would need to have an arranged marriage anyway in order to produce an heir. Then he can sleep with whoever the hell he wants no matter the sex, age, or even species. (He just had to do it discreetly because it was not accepted by everyone in society, plus he needed to keep up the family image.)
But the fact that it was Potter, Harry Potter that did. And I thought I had more taste than that, he thought to himself. Well, at least it's just lust, and lust usually goes away. Eventually.
"Draco, are you listening to me?" The loud but still cold voice rang into his swimming head and brought his attention back to his father.
"Yes father?"
"I said not to worry. I have a plan figured out for you." Then Lucius start to give his instructions.
"Tomorrow, a package will be delivered to you carrying an invisible portkey. You will use it to come and meet me." And with that the image of Lucius flickered and disappeared. The time was up.
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A/N: How's that for a first chapter. It's a bit short I know. Anyway, please review. Please please please, thank you.