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Chapter 8: One Too Many Guests
Draco looked around the dining hall. The long table was set up with a good fifty or more chair with plenty of space between. The ceiling beams were decorated with holly and round glass balls. Maids and servers were bustling around the room setting the table while the house elves used their magic to finish hanging decorations.
Draco looked at the large clock that sat between two armored knights. He had an hour left. The decorators looked like they had it covered all around the house so Draco apparated to his room with a CRACK!
He looked at his presents still sitting on his floor but unpacked. He went over who gave him what in his mind. Draco closed his eyes and opened them quickly. Walking to his closet, he opened the door and walked in. Taking step after step he found himself at his dress robes. Red, green, black, silver, more colors, he didn't know which one to pick.
Blood red was inappropriate, and bland red meant defeat. Black was too informal. He could take a gray dress robe with green lining to match Slytherin colors. He took the robe off the rack and lined it up against him to look in the mirror. He took his normal slicked back hair and shook it slightly. He ran his hands through it and took some of the gel off by magic. He had already taken a shower so he wouldn't bother with another one. He put the robe back on the rack and grabbed a dark green one with light green seams.
He took off his robe and threw it on the floor. A house elf could get it later that night. He tossed his dress robe and threw it over his head. Putting his arms through he went to another corner of his closet to pick dress shoes. He slipped them on and sighed. He hated occasions where he had to wear dress robes.
He walked out of his closet and into his bathroom. Looking at his hair, he decided to brush it to where it slightly curled at the ends and leave it hanging down.
Draco heard the doorbell ring. He looked at the clock to see it ring exactly seven. The guests were to arrive between seven and seven thirty so he apparated down to the blue room where the guests were to socialize until eight when dinner would be served. He met his mothers eyes and nodded to him to make sure the two ball rooms would be done.
He smirked as he came into the 'children's' ball room. The ceiling freshly painted, he made sure the paint was dry. He watched the platinum snakes curl in and out of the railings. He looked to see the speakers fully working with a CD Draco had set up to last a few hours with music that he was certain would not be played in the 'adult's' ball room. He quickly checked the other room and apparated back into the blue room. A servant brought in the first nine guests.
His mother greeted them first and he came up to greet them also. They were just a few of his parents' friends: The McNairs, Karkaroff, and then his face brightened.
"Mrs. Bullstrode." He said taking her hand and kissing it lightly as she greeted him with a curtsey, "Mr. Bullstrode." He said shaking the man's hand, "Travis." He said to the eight year old child who would be put to bet after the dinner, "Millicent." He said taking her hand and pulling her away from her family.
"Draco. I assume we're the first to arrive, unless of course you hid some of our other mates." She said with a raising of her eyebrow.
"You're the first to arrive. I am glad to see the Thomas's not yet present. Herman gets on my last nerve, and because he's in sixth year I have to put up with him all night." Draco growled looking out a window.
"It's your best mate that talks to him. You don't have to tell me about that brat. How he was made a Slytherin is a mystery to me."
"His father is a Deatheater along with his mother. The parents are fine. He's nothing like them yet. Excuse me. I have guests to greet."
He walked to the door and continued to greet incoming guests pleased to see that more of his chums were arriving from Hogwarts as well as Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.
"Lily!" He said particularly loud causing his mother to silently glare at him. He looked down and smiled as he watched the blue eyed brunette walk to him silently. It looked like she had her Quidditch face on as she ran her hand through her curly, soft brown hair down to her low-cut red dress robe. Shifting her hips slightly but surely enough to attract herself attention she walked past several people straight to Draco.
"Draco." She whispered pushing him to a corner no one was paying attention to anymore. She put one hand on his cheek and the other tangled in his hair as she probed his mouth with her tongue. Draco's placement of hands didn't even cause her to jump or get distracted from her task at hand.
After a few minutes, she broke apart from him. He looked at her, his face lust stricken, "How is school?"
"I'm currently getting N.E.W.T grades in all my classes, and I have been offered an apprenticeship after school lets out by Headmaster Karkaroff for the Dark Arts position as the current Professor will be retiring. However pleasing the position is, I do not think I will accept it as there are things you cannot do while at Durmstrang." She said quickly leading him out of the corner and wiping lipstick off the side of his mouth, "How is life with the blood traitor?"
"Dumbledore made me Head Boy. Now I have power over Potter, yet, no one seems to care. I almost killed him the other night. I had him right there with Cruciatus, but Blaise tackled me to the ground breaking my concentration. Torturing him felt oddly right." Draco said with a lopsided grin.
"I suppose you haven't been made a Deatheater yet." She said touching her left upper arm and then quickly pulled her hand away.
"I cannot being under the traitor Snape's nose. Why Lord has him with him I can only imagine he-"
"This is not the place to discuss such matters, Draco. I thought if I could hear you talking about Severus that everyone could if they wanted to. Please do try and have some common sense. Tonight you will have a special guest." Said Greggory Goyle senior as Draco turned. He nodded and looked at him questioningly. He would not ask a rude question unless he was given permission.
"Goodbye Draco." He said turning away to mingle with a few other guests.
"Blaise!" Draco shouted out while Lily went to go talk to a few other Hogwarts students she hadn't seen in a while.
"Did you see what my mum got me?" Blaise asked Draco right away. Draco shook his head. Blaise got out his wand and enlarged what he brought.
"Are you joking?" Draco asked him as he grasped the broomstick. "I got the same thing. I reckon your mum talked to my mum. I bet the whole Slytherin team has got them."
"You know what else? Mum said that Dad talked to Bagman, and Bagman told him that recruiters would come watch our first game of the season. Their season doesn't start for another month. They are looking for seventh years to play professional Quidditch like when Krum was a seventh year. You know I bet you and Potter have got pretty good shots at being asked to play."
"Don't talk to me about Potter. He's beaten me at Quidditch for so long now. I've been working on my speed though the whole summer. With this broom, I can fly faster than he can on his Firebolt. I reckon I'll finally beat him."
"You better beat him. With you as Quidditch captain and me the Keeper, we have the Gryffindor team. Even with Potter on the team, if you somehow don't catch the snitch, I won't let them get past me. Our chasers are good. They're real good Draco, and Weasley won't know what hit him."
"I suppose. You know how Potter pulled that Wronski Feint back in fourth year? I think he's forgotten the move. If I pull a Wronski Feint and you guys learn the Porkoff play, I think we got the perfect thing to show those recruiters. We have the Quidditch pitch for Thursday. That gives us two days to get used to our new brooms. Our whole team is here obviously except Millicent, I believe. I think she's at St. Mungos visiting her grandmum."
"She questioned Millicent's father didn't she? The Dark Lord, he used Cruciatus on her didn't he?" Blaise asked lowering his voice so only Draco could hear him. Draco put on a nasty face as he turned around.
"Tonight after dinner and dancing while the adults get wasted, we're off. We're challenging the Gryffindor team for a game once and for all. If something happens to someone, we'll have tonight. I'm bringing my set of balls."
"With Millicent gone like that? Whose going to be our reserve chaser?" Blaise asked while Draco's eyes trailed to Lily talking to Pansy Parkinson as Pansy seemed to glare at her with jealousy.
"Dinner is served." Said a servant just as Draco was approaching Lily.
Narcissa tapped her whine glass as everyone started to eat the finally course. She stood up as everyone looked. Draco noticed the chair at the end of the table empty as he ate, "I have an announcement to make. We are expecting a guest tonight, and it looks as though he has arrived. Would everyone please applaud my husband, Lucius Malfoy at having outsmarted the skirts of the Ministry once again."
Draco's face paled as he felt a hand on his. Lily smirked at him and applauded slightly. Draco sat petrified and ignored Blaise's looks of concern toward him and looked at the door to the dining room.
In walked a well fed white blonde haired man with a smirk on his face and a black dress robe on. He held a paper in his hand and handed it to his wife while everyone applauded. He stood before them at the end of the table and looked toward Draco while quickly snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in.
"The numbskulls at the Ministry of Magic finally believed I was under the Imperius Curse, and I am free of all charges." Lucius started as he waved his hands around toward the window, "I am glad to be out of Azkaban after an overdue amount of time of two years. I have been caught up by my beautiful wife on the happenings in the ministry and around our circle. However much she has told me, I am looking forward to getting my life back to normal and have gotten my job in the Ministry back as well as all the companies that have been in my family for generations and will remain so with my own flesh and blood, my proud son who has made Quidditch Captain and Head Boy at Hogwarts this year."
Draco hid his shiver well within his robe as he stood to face his father and receive applause from around him.
"I am also glad to announce that this year Draco graduates from Hogwarts with top grades and will most obligingly receive N.E.W.Ts in all his classes. He will become a Healer at St. Mungos which happens to be the perfect cover for keeping the Malfoy family name a Pureblooded one out of dirt. This dinner is in celebration of his induction as a Deatheater and loyal servant to Voldemort in the inner circle in six months time."
His body froze along with his mind. Draco smirked as his father gave him a stern look, "I thought that the time has come for me to join in such a worthy cause and am happy to be inducted at such a young age even if it couldn't be earlier thanks to a blood traitor such as Albus Dumbledore." Draco said fakely.
"And along with Draco will be inducted all Hogwarts seventh years as well as any seventh years from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons present who have not yet been inducted." Lucius announced as the students included stood up to receive applause.
"With that, let us retreat to our ball rooms while everyone under 13 needs to floo back to their respected home! Anyone under fifteen go to the left while everyone else come with me! New Deatheaters have choice in going to the children's or adult's ball room!" Lucius announced looking at his son and beckoning him to come with him.
Draco shot a look at Blaise that told him to go ahead and choose to go with the other students. Draco sighed as his father led him into the front foyer. When Lucius stopped, Draco stopped.
"How did you manage to slip from their grasp? I could only imagine that those within the Order of the Phoenix would want you to keep you in Azkaban." Draco said rather rudely. He flinched preparing for a blow.
"You have every right to ask, I suppose, yet, I would have rather had you ask in a way that wasn't so rude. Draco you are no longer under my care. You are an adult. The Order of the Phoenix members only have so much power in the Ministry matters without actually revealing they are in the Order. Without Dementors it would have been easy to escape." Lucius said simply.
"But you haven't answered my question. How did you get out when they had you back in my fifth year. They could have tested you with Veritaserum or looked for traces of spell evidence." Draco replied, unsatisfied with his father playing around the question.
"Yes that would have been simpler had they tested me, but after two years in a follow-up trial all evidence from me was gone. I claimed the Dark Lord put me under the Imperius curse. They would have to test his wand. How would they get his wand?" Lucius asked pausing to make sure Draco didn't want to add anything, "Veritaserum can be beat, my son, as you will learn from the Dark Lord himself.
"Draco, come with me. I have a present for you for Christmas." Lucius grasped Draco's shoulder and led him outside. "Focus on me and apparate with me."
Draco concentrated on his father's touch as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. He closed his eyes and kept all his thoughts of his father. Bracing himself for the surprise, he heard a CRACK! which meant he was there. He opened his eyes to feel himself land.
He immediately started sweating in the warm weather that was unlike the weather they currently had back at home. Looking around, Draco was surprised to see himself standing on sand. He was even more surprised to find himself staring into just dark blue sky and the unknown abyss of an ocean.
Lucius grasped Draco's shoulder even more and turned him around. Draco came face to face with grass starting to grow and a walkway made of pebbles that led to a door of a beach house. He walked to the edge of the beach and peered around the other side of the house. He saw what looked like a luscious tropical forest and nothing else but the massive palm trees.
"Draco, this is yours. Happy Christmas." Lucius spoke, startling Draco as
Draco had forgotten his father taken him here.
"Father, thank you." Draco said walking back into the sand he had started off in and walked onto the pebbled path. "What unlocking charm do I have to use?"
"No charm. This land is un-plottable by so many spells that you would have to be brought here or have been told the exact name, which you will set, to be able to find it. This island is yours Draco."
"Where is it located? This certainly isn't Europe."
"Mediterranean."
Draco opened the door to see furniture already placed and a staircase up. He looked into the living room and smiled, coming to the other end to see a small patio of some kind with glass doors around it. This certainly wasn't the Malfoy Manner, nor was it big enough for him to live in year round, but this was such a beautiful place and so secluded enough that it was better than anything Draco could ask for. He opted not to look at the rest of the downstairs and upstairs.
He would return here with Blaise and the rest of his friends and cronies tomorrow. Screw the plot with Granger. He would gladly hand over the galleons to his friend. Draco still had the prize.
A/N: Confrontation about Deatheaters next chapter with Blaise... Also they meet up with the Weasley's Christmas shindig (been watchin beverly hillbillies)!! Email me at tomfeltongurl0mugglenet.com!!
I think the HalfBlood Prince will be Mark Evans because JKR said it'll not be Harry or Tom Riddle...
Middle of chapter nine entitled: Screw the game, this is war
"Screw the game." Draco mumbled as he took a bottle of fire
whiskey and emptied the whole thing within seconds. He tossed the glass
down on the ground somewhere near Weasley's passed out body.
He took a step forward, only to realize he had no idea what he
was doing anymore. Fire whiskey. It had instant effects. He cursed
himself and tried to keep his mind straight and alert.
Weasley. Screw her! He'd grab the first witch he saw and fuck
her that night. He could do his whole Weasley whatever it was he was
doing with her tomorrow.