Dark Angels Can't Be Saved
By: Smiley
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 2: Appearances
"Draco, do you see that?" Lucius pointed at the three figures below.
"Yes, father."
"I want you to break them apart," Lucius continued, completely ignoring Draco's questioning look.
"You see Draco, together they are strong but, divided they are weak." Narcissa moved to Lucius's side.
"How do you propose I do it, Father?"
"I want you to take the mudblood, NOT kill her, just take her."
Lucius looked his son over. He had to admit Draco was extremely handsome, and looks could be extremely helpful if you knew how to use them correctly, and he was positive Draco knew how to put them to work. He had no doubt that Draco could ensnare the young girl.
Draco looked at his mother with a raised brow; she only nodded, giving her consent.
"I don't care how you do it, just get it done,"
"Yes, father."
"If you need anything just owl me, and I'll send it."
"Of course." Draco knew his father would keep his word, he might look cruel but he respected his family. He never laid a finger on his mother, despite what others think taking her docility as fear. He use to hit Draco when he was a little but that had stoped long ago.
"Lucius," Narcissa's delicate voice rang out. She looked up at him (Draco was just as tall as Lucius and she had long ago gotten accustomed to looking up at the only two men in her life) "Can I come visit Draco more often?"
"What for?"
"Just to see him, I miss him terribly when he's not home, and the house elf's are not much company, and you, well, you're at work most of the time."
"Very well, just be careful, and don't do anything foolish." he replied giving his approval. "Draco, I must go know. You will do what I have asked?"
"Yes, father."
"Very well," he took Draco's chin in his hand "don't let me down." He whispered as he ran his thumb across Draco's cheek.
"Of course not." Lucius only nodded at his son's words "Come along Narcissa" and with that he headed towards the door.
"I'll be back soon, Draco, be carefu,l and don't let your father down. I love you both very much. You know that. He treats us both with respect but do not doubt that if the time comes he will change, and that the Slytherin cruelty every witch despises will surface. If you love me you will do as he says." She gave him a small kiss on his forehead, and proceeded to follow Lucius out the door.
How did his mother know everything that went through his mind? It was like she could see through his eyes, and into his mind but that was impossible. He had been taught to keep his face devoid of any feeling, an obscured abyss unreadable to all. Just like his parents. Their expressions were indecipherable, their feelings hidden; their thoughts unreachable.
Unexplainable as it was he knew she was right. He had to obey no matter how sickening he found the task to be. Still, he had to admit the mudblood wasn't that bad. She had matured throughout the years, and he couldn't picture her as that large haired 11 year old.
He moved towards the mirror, and gazed at his reflection. The light from the full moon made him appear even paler. It shocked even him how much he looked like his father with his white-blonde hair, pointed chin, and baffling gray eyes. He WAS handsome, even better looking than Lucius himself. Despite Narcissa's genes, when you looked at him all you saw was Lucius. You had to look closely to see his mother in him the fact that he had long hair, and was just as tall as Lucius didn't really help matters. Everywhere he went people would remind him how much he looked like the older Malfoy. He hated the constant reminders but he knew they were true so he didn't even try to deny it. Unfortunately, it went beyond physical appearance he wanted to BE his father. Sure sometimes he loathed the man for being so distant with his only son. Nevertheless he admired him, and everywhere he went he heard the same whisper "Like father, like son".
How many girls wouldn't die to get with him but none even bothered to get to know him and the only one that did was his mother but that didn't really count. Nothing was going to change that. If he let himself open up to others he would be weak, and weakness was not acceptable in the Malfoy family. People even feared Narcissa, they knew she could turn Lucius against them, and having a Malfoy as an enemy was not a good thing. They were experts at any form of dark magic, and Draco was no exception to that. Everyone knew it, Draco though young was feared, and loathed for his power. Enough rambling he had to get to , and he needed some information. He never bothered to get to know the mudblood. She was filth to him. Nevertheless for his plan to work he needed information, and he knew just the person that could help him.
A/N: As soon as my betas get back to me with the next chapters I'll post them. Thanks for reading and please review!