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They were in a prisoner's cell, and all that Draco could see were the eyes. The terrified, tear-streaked face that held those huge brown eyes. He gaped in astonishment. For a minuscule second Draco wondered why Hermione was in the cell. Of course, he thought suddenly. My birthday present. He stared up at Lucius in absolute disbelief. Fortunately, Lucius wasn't looking at Draco at that moment. His malicious stare was fixed on Hermione. Draco turned his shocked face to Hermione and saw that she was staring at him with a new look on her face: hatred.
"Malfoy," she whispered quietly, never dropping his gaze.
"That's quite right," Lucius said swiftly. He turned to his son.
"Draco, look whom I have brought you. That mudblood Granger." Lucius paused, apparently waiting for Draco to look pleased. All Draco could do, however, was force his face to become expressionless.
Lucius seemed satisfied and continued, "This girl is dirty, dirty and dishonorable, Draco. That is no reason, however, why you cannot . . . practice on her," Lucius's mouth stretched into a thin lipped smile.
"I know that you fancy that Parkinson girl, Draco. Am I correct? She is of a pureblood family and I expect you two to marry someday. The mudblood we have here is completely for your entertainment, you see. Of course you will never see her again after this. I will allow you to keep her for the entire summer, but for no more after that." With that statement he turned his gaze to Hermione, then back to Draco.
"I don't see how she is anything but a virgin," Lucius sneered, looking her up and down.
"You, Granger, are lucky to be losing your virginity to my son. A pureblood," Lucius said, his voice dripping with venom. At this, a change seemed to come over Hermione. The hatred seeped out of her eyes and her knees looked ready to buckle. She looked as she had when Draco had first entered the dungeon with his father.
"Father," Draco said, finding his voice at last, "What of her muggle parents? Of course they will notice her absence."
"Ah, Draco, you forget my cunning. Her parents were planning on taking a trip to Egypt this summer-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PARENTS?!" Hermione screamed, surprising them all, "WHERE ARE THEY?!"
Lucius smacked her so hard that the slap rang out among the dungeons. Hermione screamed in pain and fell against the wall, out of breath.
"Never interrupt me while I am speaking, you ungrateful mudblood!" Lucius spat, obviously furious. As if to make a point, he kicked her in the ribs, causing another cry of anguish to escape her lips. Draco looked down at the crumpled form of Hermione, smiling inwardly. This was what she had always deserved. His father had finally put her in her place, groveling at his feet. At the same time, Draco was feeling nervous about his first try with her. He had never thought of forcing a girl to have sex with him; he always thought that it would come naturally to both of them. Besides, he knew Hermione, and he also happened to hate her.
"As I was saying before the wretch interrupted me, her parents and her were planning on a trip to Egypt. I had some of my friends conduct, a different, special memory charm on those muggle parents of hers. Thanks to my colleagues, the Grangers are flying happily to Egypt at this moment, with no memory of even having a daughter. The special memory charm will be lifted at the end of the summer, and we'll release the mudblood back to them. However, she will remember none of this. We will modify all three of their memories so that they remember nothing but a happy summer in Egypt, spent together. Quite simple, if you understand my jest, son. My father gave me the same birthday present on my sixteenth birthday. It is a Malfoy tradition, Draco. I expect you to honor the tradition."
Draco looked up into his father's eyes and said clearly, "That I will, father."
Lucius turned back to Hermione.
"I know that you must be anxious to try out your new gift, Draco, but it is late tonight and you may do so tomorrow. Let us leave this rotten cell and return above ground," Lucius finished softly. He strode out of the chamber and Draco followed him. Lucius quietly closed the cell door and locked it with a different spell than alohomora. Lucius glanced at Draco and said, "The lock I have put on this door is complicated. "I didn't use the alohomora spell because although I took Granger's wand, I knew that she could still find a way to undo a normal lock. The spell for this door is 'precipuus ostium.'"
Draco nodded and said, "Thank you for the gift, father."
Lucius nodded curtly. So this is why he was so pleased all day, Draco thought wryly. I should have known that only something like this would make him joyful.
"There is- one more thing, Draco," his father said as they climbed the stairs out of the dungeons. Lucius paused on the top step and turned to look at his only son. Draco stopped too, wondering what else his father could possibly have in store for him.
" My Lord and I have been discussing you, Draco," Lucius muttered softly. Draco's breath caught in his throat. Lord Voldemort, discussing him? What could they possibly have had to say concerning him?
" I am Lord Voldemort's most trusted servant, as you should know. My Lord is very anxious to welcome you into our circle. We have a special mission for you. This mission was reserved for someone new to this Art, someone that nobody could yet accuse or suspect. This mission was reserved for you, Draco, and only you."
Lucius regarded him with cold eyes.
"We need a spy," he said quickly.
"A- A spy?" Draco repeated unbelievingly.
"I will say no more until you become a Death Eater. It is tradition to wait until a child is eighteen to make them a Death Eater, but the Dark Lord has made an exception for you, Draco. I have scheduled your initiation for the end of the summer. I expect you to be fully prepared when the time comes for you to join our inner circle," Lucius stated icily.
"Draco, there will be no mistakes from you at the initiation," he said, never dropping the blood-freezing gaze.
"I understand, father. Thank you for allowing me to become a Death Eater so early," Draco murmured, his heart pounding. A mission reserved especially for him? What could it be?
"I believe it is safe to say that you, Draco, will be great," Lucius said finally. With that, the two Malfoys, one full of youth and the other full of cunning, walked out of the dungeons side by side. For the second time that night, Draco's heart pounded with anticipation.
They were in a prisoner's cell, and all that Draco could see were the eyes. The terrified, tear-streaked face that held those huge brown eyes. He gaped in astonishment. For a minuscule second Draco wondered why Hermione was in the cell. Of course, he thought suddenly. My birthday present. He stared up at Lucius in absolute disbelief. Fortunately, Lucius wasn't looking at Draco at that moment. His malicious stare was fixed on Hermione. Draco turned his shocked face to Hermione and saw that she was staring at him with a new look on her face: hatred.
"Malfoy," she whispered quietly, never dropping his gaze.
"That's quite right," Lucius said swiftly. He turned to his son.
"Draco, look whom I have brought you. That mudblood Granger." Lucius paused, apparently waiting for Draco to look pleased. All Draco could do, however, was force his face to become expressionless.
Lucius seemed satisfied and continued, "This girl is dirty, dirty and dishonorable, Draco. That is no reason, however, why you cannot . . . practice on her," Lucius's mouth stretched into a thin lipped smile.
"I know that you fancy that Parkinson girl, Draco. Am I correct? She is of a pureblood family and I expect you two to marry someday. The mudblood we have here is completely for your entertainment, you see. Of course you will never see her again after this. I will allow you to keep her for the entire summer, but for no more after that." With that statement he turned his gaze to Hermione, then back to Draco.
"I don't see how she is anything but a virgin," Lucius sneered, looking her up and down.
"You, Granger, are lucky to be losing your virginity to my son. A pureblood," Lucius said, his voice dripping with venom. At this, a change seemed to come over Hermione. The hatred seeped out of her eyes and her knees looked ready to buckle. She looked as she had when Draco had first entered the dungeon with his father.
"Father," Draco said, finding his voice at last, "What of her muggle parents? Of course they will notice her absence."
"Ah, Draco, you forget my cunning. Her parents were planning on taking a trip to Egypt this summer-"
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PARENTS?!" Hermione screamed, surprising them all, "WHERE ARE THEY?!"
Lucius smacked her so hard that the slap rang out among the dungeons. Hermione screamed in pain and fell against the wall, out of breath.
"Never interrupt me while I am speaking, you ungrateful mudblood!" Lucius spat, obviously furious. As if to make a point, he kicked her in the ribs, causing another cry of anguish to escape her lips. Draco looked down at the crumpled form of Hermione, smiling inwardly. This was what she had always deserved. His father had finally put her in her place, groveling at his feet. At the same time, Draco was feeling nervous about his first try with her. He had never thought of forcing a girl to have sex with him; he always thought that it would come naturally to both of them. Besides, he knew Hermione, and he also happened to hate her.
"As I was saying before the wretch interrupted me, her parents and her were planning on a trip to Egypt. I had some of my friends conduct, a different, special memory charm on those muggle parents of hers. Thanks to my colleagues, the Grangers are flying happily to Egypt at this moment, with no memory of even having a daughter. The special memory charm will be lifted at the end of the summer, and we'll release the mudblood back to them. However, she will remember none of this. We will modify all three of their memories so that they remember nothing but a happy summer in Egypt, spent together. Quite simple, if you understand my jest, son. My father gave me the same birthday present on my sixteenth birthday. It is a Malfoy tradition, Draco. I expect you to honor the tradition."
Draco looked up into his father's eyes and said clearly, "That I will, father."
Lucius turned back to Hermione.
"I know that you must be anxious to try out your new gift, Draco, but it is late tonight and you may do so tomorrow. Let us leave this rotten cell and return above ground," Lucius finished softly. He strode out of the chamber and Draco followed him. Lucius quietly closed the cell door and locked it with a different spell than alohomora. Lucius glanced at Draco and said, "The lock I have put on this door is complicated. "I didn't use the alohomora spell because although I took Granger's wand, I knew that she could still find a way to undo a normal lock. The spell for this door is 'precipuus ostium.'"
Draco nodded and said, "Thank you for the gift, father."
Lucius nodded curtly. So this is why he was so pleased all day, Draco thought wryly. I should have known that only something like this would make him joyful.
"There is- one more thing, Draco," his father said as they climbed the stairs out of the dungeons. Lucius paused on the top step and turned to look at his only son. Draco stopped too, wondering what else his father could possibly have in store for him.
" My Lord and I have been discussing you, Draco," Lucius muttered softly. Draco's breath caught in his throat. Lord Voldemort, discussing him? What could they possibly have had to say concerning him?
" I am Lord Voldemort's most trusted servant, as you should know. My Lord is very anxious to welcome you into our circle. We have a special mission for you. This mission was reserved for someone new to this Art, someone that nobody could yet accuse or suspect. This mission was reserved for you, Draco, and only you."
Lucius regarded him with cold eyes.
"We need a spy," he said quickly.
"A- A spy?" Draco repeated unbelievingly.
"I will say no more until you become a Death Eater. It is tradition to wait until a child is eighteen to make them a Death Eater, but the Dark Lord has made an exception for you, Draco. I have scheduled your initiation for the end of the summer. I expect you to be fully prepared when the time comes for you to join our inner circle," Lucius stated icily.
"Draco, there will be no mistakes from you at the initiation," he said, never dropping the blood-freezing gaze.
"I understand, father. Thank you for allowing me to become a Death Eater so early," Draco murmured, his heart pounding. A mission reserved especially for him? What could it be?
"I believe it is safe to say that you, Draco, will be great," Lucius said finally. With that, the two Malfoys, one full of youth and the other full of cunning, walked out of the dungeons side by side. For the second time that night, Draco's heart pounded with anticipation.