Author's Note: The second chapter! Glad I finally got it posted! I'm so sorry if it took too long, but since I'm concentrating on my Pirates of the Caribbean fic, I'm not so sure I'll be able to update this as often as I'd like to. My deepest apologies for that now, but if you beg me to try and update faster, I might do it. Oh, but that means that you have to review as well, which means that I'll be really happy when I hear your opinions of my first Harry Potter fan fiction. But PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME, flames aren't that nice you know, and I'm trying everything to keep the characters as J.K Rowling planned them from the beginning. Ok, you don't want to read anymore boring Author's Notes, so I'll let you get to the fic! Please be nice with me! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, unfortunately. It all belongs to J.K… Hmm, perhaps I'm lucky enough to own the plot? grins sheepishly

The Magic of Hate, Lust and Love

Chapter 2: The Dragon and the Dark Lord

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As thunder crashed and lighting flashed, a large Mansion was illuminated up above on a gently sloping hill, surrounded by trees, bushes and pools which were created by the heavily pouring rain from the black sky. The clouds were thick and no light from the moon and stars was permitted through. It was quite late and midnight was creeping nearer and nearer by every time the clock ticked. The Mansion was old, very old, with tamed ivy growing against its walls. No human made sound emitted from the grounds, only the nature kept up its storm with the wind howling and the rain slapping against the glass windows.

When the thunder crashed down once more, it took several seconds before the lightning flashed, lighting up the otherwise completely darkness filled room. A pair of silver blue eyes stared unblinkingly into the mirror where the figure saw its reflection. A proud smirk spread across its facial features as the eyes surveyed the boy in the mirror. Clad in black robes with real silver clasps, Draco Malfoy brought his left hand to his blonde hair, letting it run through it slowly enough to make the mirror frown. The same hand on which forearm had the Dark Mark burned upon. When his hand dropped to his side once again, his hair fell over his eyes, obscuring his vision only slightly. This boy was powerful amongst many. And he knew this perfectly well. Often it would be when he used his charms or flashed one of his trademark smirks when he wanted to get his will.

"If you keep staring, young Master Malfoy, I fear that you might burn two eyeholes through me! And that's when you got something to stare through!" the mirror snapped suddenly, bringing him out of his self-centred thoughts. The Slytherin didn't bother to answer. It was a furniture, so why would he? "Aren't they waiting for you, dear? Shouldn't you be down, joining the adults in this – this meeting or whatever they're having?" the mirror asked curiously. "I thought you were invited?" it continued in its annoying feminine voice, which reminded him of someone he couldn't exactly place.

"Of course I was invited." Draco snapped right back at the mirror, or his own reflection as it looked like. "And they are waiting for me. Hopefully they'll send someone up for me as well." he said with a small smirk, hoping they would do that quickly. The mirror was wondering why this young man was being so – so annoyingly arrogant. Even a mirror wouldn't take his behaviour for long. "The important guest arrive later than the others, mirror, mirror on the wall." Draco added swiftly.

The mirror gave a odd sound, something between a snort of disbelief and a chuckle of amusement before it said to him; "And you are one of these important persons, deary?" it asked him and if it would have had eyebrows, they would have been raised high.

"Why wouldn't I be? In fact, I am the only important person in this fucking building." Draco said, his smirk fading slowly. The mirror was silent for a while, thinking why he had to use such foul language. "Since prissy Potter landed my father in Azkaban, this place is becoming a hotel for the Death Eaters. I admit that it is pretty fucked up. Of course, I do have a few privileges which I wouldn't probably have unless Lucius lived behind bars," Draco said and squared his shoulder. Here he was talking to a mirror… Insane… Even Mudbloods were worth more attention than furniture, well, that wasn't true. Mudbloods were nothing more than filth on your shoes.

"What privileges are you talking about?" the mirror asked curiously, now reminding someone even more. Who was it? Why couldn't he place a finger on her?

"The Dark Lord seems to favour me a lot more than he ever favoured my father, which is fine by me actually." Draco answered. "The rest is none of your business," he said quickly and rubbed his neck. "although I can reveal that it has something to do with the Dark Lord's plans. He said he had great plans for me, for my future apparently. I guess I'll find out about it today…" he trailed off, staring at his pale sneering face. The mirror sighed.

"This meeting you're s'posed to go to today, I hear that it is important, so why are you slacking off? You should be going already. I'm sure they miss you if it indeed has something to do with your future, shouldn't you be hearing what they're planning for you?" the mirror said firmly. Draco thought about what it had said for a while. It was right. He wanted to be the first to know what happened in his future, in his life nonetheless.

"Yeah…I guess I should go." Draco said with a curt nod. He glanced once more at the mirror.

"Go! Quickly now! I have a bad feeling that they won't appreciate it when you're late this time, dear, I wonder if they have ever?" the mirror said. Draco smirked mockingly at what it had just said.

"I didn't know mirrors could feel anything." he said annoyingly. "But you're right. I should go now –"

Suddenly the door to his dark room flew open as another lighting flashed and thunder crashed somewhere beyond the clouds. Draco turned to the door and he could clearly see a woman's figure, leaning against the door frame, studying him silently. As his eyes grew used to the light coming from the corridor behind the woman, he could see her face. It had formerly been very pretty, he knew this. Her hair had sometime in her life been a thick dark veil over her head but now it was only the half of what it had been. Strands of her black hair fell over her thin face, obscuring her curious dark eyes which surveyed him. Azkaban had taken most of her beauty, but Draco recognised her nonetheless.

"Good evening Bellatrix." Draco said coldly, breaking the silence. Yes, this was Bellatrix Lestrange, his mother's lovely sister and his aunt. She was Voldemort's favourite Death Eater…after Draco that is. A smirk was twitching in the corner of his mouth but he suppressed it easily.

"Draco." Bellatrix said with a curt nod and looking at him coldly at first but then a smile spread across her face and she laughed. "Good to see you, boy! It's been a long time, Malfoy." she said, her voice different and cheery as she pushed herself away from the door frame and she stepped inside the dark room.

"It's only been three weeks and you already missed my handsome arse, Bella." Draco answered with a chuckle and walked to her and they shook hands fiercely.

"Hey, someone's gotta miss it, little baby Draco." Bellatrix said in a mock baby voice and a grin. "Since my sister's good-for-nothing husband isn't here to take care of his little child." she added mockingly. Draco rolled his eyes. She had to mock him every time they met. He was no child…

"I don't need Lucius to take care of me," he said sourly as they let go their hands. He was completely honest when he said that. He didn't need anyone to look after him like a babysitter. Although he respected his father very much and would be glad if he got out from Azkaban, he had never really taken care of Draco and that was fine by him. It made him feel independent when he had learned to get on his own and not under the eyes of his father. "I can take care of myself."

"I knew you were going to say that." Bellatrix answered with a shake of her head. "But I didn't come here to greet and laugh at you, Draco. You're late. Again." she said, stepping out of the room Draco right behind her. "Our Lord do not like it when you slack off." she continued. He closed the door and turned to look at her with a smirk.

"Funny. You talk just like a mirror." Draco said sarcastically as they started to walk down the corridor. "So he sent you to get me, did he?" Draco asked curiously cocking an eyebrow. Bellatrix glanced at him quickly.

"Yes, he did. The whole lot of them actually. They're all waiting for you, boy." she told him as the corridor grew darker and darker the longer they walked.

"Perfect." Draco mused with a smirk on his face.

"So it was all planned then? You wanted someone to come and escort you down and make sure you got a parade with it, until you made your grand entrance in front of the Dark Lord?" Bellatrix asked icily as annoyance grew inside her. Draco flashed her one of his handsomest smirks (if they all weren't the one and same…).

"Exactly. But I'm slightly disappointed not to see my parade, Bella." Draco said with a soft laugh as he thought what that would look like. Bellatrix rolled her eyes visibly. This child was really arrogant, not t mention spoiled…

"Whatever…" she muttered and decided not to go in on that conversation once more. The corridor only continued as they walked in silence, their footsteps echoing along the empty hallway. The torches by the stone walls were the only sources of light and warmth and their breaths were almost instantly transformed into frost right in front of their eyes. It was the truth that the Malfoy Manor was a cold place…

They turned left around a corner and at the end of the corridor now facing them, were a pair of high oak doors, reaching the ceiling. They were brilliantly done with fine carvings of ancient words spread around on them as serpents encircled the sentences. They were spells of the Old. Dark Spells were written on this door and not a single person from the Light Side was able to get through. The handles were two large serpent heads with their forked tongues sticking out at Bellatrix and Draco. All the secret meetings were held behind these doors and as a traitor couldn't get through, the room was the safest for them.

"Shall we step inside so you can perform your grand entrance, Draco? But I doubt you'll wriggle in the spotlight before the end under his penetrating gaze. He's very angry. And that's never a good sign." Bellatrix said to him once they stood in front of the doors.

"I think I can handle it." Draco answered with ease, not worried at all. "But there's only one way to find out for sure…" he said and pushed the doors open with both hands. Bellatrix jumped a step backwards and waiting for the younger to get inside before her.

A large beautiful dim lit room opened in front of them. It was dark with only sixteen torches burning by the walls, four by each wall, giving the room a hue of Dark Magic. The room would have been empty if the floor would not have been crowded with at least eight Death Eaters (probably the most important ones), all clad in black robes and hoods above their heads. Bellatrix had lifted her hood to her face as well, as Draco noted from the corner of his eye. The Death Eaters were all turned to look at Draco, but the only creature who was worth his attention was the dark figure by the very end of the room, sitting on his throne-like chair as a twelve foot serpent slithering around it, hissing and spitting towards the person who stood nearest (a short trembling man with no hood so you saw his bald head shining in the torch light). He was not having his hood to obscure his face, just like Draco. The red slits, he probably called eyes, were gazing directly at him and a slight shiver travelled through his body unnoticed. The pale twisted face of all evil above the earth was turned in his direction. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils which looked mistakably much as a serpent's. He called himself Lord Voldemort.

"I see you finally decided to grace us with your presence, Draco." the Dark being said in his cold, high-pitched voice, which carried over the room easily through the silence.

"Yes, my Lord." Draco answered icily as he took a few steps inside the room. All eyes were on him, he could even feel Bellatrix's eyes burning through the back of his head, probably trying to say that he should behave now.

"Well, I'm glad you could join us even if you are late, my Dragon." Voldemort said venomously. "This meeting was important, or did you forget?"

"I didn't forget. I knew that perfectly well, my Lord." Draco answered calmly. A few of the Death Eaters gaped at his bravery to act so arrogantly towards their Lord.

"Very well, very well…" Voldemort mused. Draco gave him a nod as he tramped down the stairs to the middle of the room and pushed through the crowd of black robed Death Eaters, Bellatrix trailing behind him with her hood up over her face. What was it with these secretive identities? Draco didn't bother to hide who he was. He wanted everyone to know who he was. It made him feel powerful.

"We should proceed with the meeting, my Lord." A voice said from the first row of Death Eaters in front of Voldemort's chair. Draco recognised his voice and knew it was Macnair. Draco did not like him much because he would have liked him in Azkaban instead of his father. Voldemort nodded as Draco stopped right in front of him, glaring at the serpent which was hissing at him with its fangs bared.

"Nagini do not like the lateness of your arrival, my Dragon." Voldemort translated what the serpent was saying. Draco had the urge to snort right at his pale face. Why would he care what a snake thought of the lateness of his arrival?

"Is that so?" Draco asked annoyed. The Death Eaters were gaping at him again. Bellatrix took a step towards Draco. She wanted to kick him for acting like this.

"Yesss…" Voldemort hissed. Ok, so he noticed the annoyance in his voice. So what? "You don't have to sound annoyed, my dear boy." Draco decided not to say a thing to that comment.

"My Lord, we really should proceed with the meeting." Macnair said once again, now sounding like he was in a hurry. Voldemort turned his head quickly in his direction and his eyes flashed but then went back to their normal state again.

"You are right. We can begin now when Draco is with us." he said coldly. A low murmur went through the Death Eaters.

"That's why I came, so why won't we?" Draco muttered quietly. He thought that no one heard him but Voldemort's red eyes flashed in anger but he said nothing. Bellatrix saw this and gave Draco a swift hit on his arm. He turned to glare at her but she only glared right back at him without a word.

Voldemort stood up and the group grew quickly silent. He gazed at them each one in turn with his eyes for a while. "Some of you know why we're here. Yet some don't. The Ministry of Magic knows I'm getting stronger and Dumbledore is training Potter so he will be ready to face me when I've gained my Army. Of course Dumbledore has his Army ready and he's searching for me, but I still need some to fulfil my ranks. And whatever happens in the future, I don't have but one choice and by this I mean that I have the pressure to inform you that I have chosen one worthy to be the true heir of my Dark Reign. This one will rule by my side as a son and if something happens to me, he will become your new leader. I am not immortal, as you know, and therefore I need this heir. This one will be trained with the Darkest Magic known above the earth and finally master the whole Magical World." Voldemort paused and gazed at Draco.

"But, my Lord, is there any man worthy of this position?" one of the Death Eaters asked suddenly. This was Rookwood.

"Actually, there is one." Voldemort told them in a low cold voice which sent shivers along their spines. His eyes turned to Draco.

Oh, ok. Now he got it. This was the thing he was planning for Draco's future. He was going to become the heir of Voldemort. Draco wanted to snort again. Of course he wanted him to be his heir, because he was the only one who hadn't yet been discovered in any way by the Light Side. Everyone else had at sometime been either completely on the other side, been in Azkaban or at least been in a trial where they had sworn that they had nothing to do with Voldemort. Draco was the purest of them all. Therefore he was Voldemort's favourite with Bellatrix and those others who had been to Azkaban, but no one knew that Draco even was in touch with the Dark Lord. He was perfect for the job.

"I am of course talking about my Dragon, Draco Malfoy." Voldemort said calmly. The Death Eaters gaped again and turned to look at Draco who had a knowing smirk upon his delicious lips. "He has proven his loyalty many times before, even if he's the youngest of you all." he said as many of the Death Eaters looked disappointed that they had not been chosen to be his heir.

"Thank you, my Lord." Draco spoke with a slight bow. "I'm more than happy to take this position by your side." By your side, my arse, I'll be the one ruling this crap alone...

"Like a son you will be to me, like a second father I will be to you, since Lucius isn't here to share this happiness with you." Voldemort replied. Draco was repulsed. He would never ever want that snake to be his father. Lucius was his only father, even if he treated him unfairly. But Draco said nothing, just smirked and nodded in approval.

"Are you absolutely sure –" Macnair begun but was cut off by Voldemort.

"I am absolutely sure. Draco is perfect."

"Thank you, my Lord." Draco said once again. Of course I'm perfect, you dolts…

"But I am not going to risk it further. You will stay as any other Death Eater in my ranks and go to school until mid-December, when we'll go through the ceremony and you get the Mark of Power. You have your birthday shortly before Christmas, haven't you?" he asked and Draco nodded. "Dumbledore will not notice a thing before Christmas. Keep your Dark Mark hidden, keep it secret. For you will be rewarded greatly." Voldemort said mostly to Draco as his gaze penetrated through him. "I will train you myself, since the rest of you are just a group of morons."

"That'll be fine, my Lord. Although I must ask; why not now? Why wait till Christmas?" Draco asked Voldemort.

"Dumbledore suspects many to be my followers this year. He will keep an eye on you for sure. But my own plan comes into action after New Year so he won't have time to look at you as often." he explained as Nagini hissed at Wormtail, who had been standing quietly in the corner but he jumped slightly when the serpent's turned its head at him. "And the Mark of Power radiates off you, he and the others of the Light Side will notice it if he stands too close. The Dark Mark can be hidden, but the Mark of Power cannot. I will tell you everything tonight."

"What plan is coming into action after New Year?" Draco asked curiously.

"It is still a secret."

"But if I'm going to become your heir, shouldn't you tell me everything, my Lord?"

"It all comes with time, my Dragon…" Voldemort said…

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Draco remembered that day very well. His life had been different since. He was now lying in his four-poster bed with a black haired girl, slightly older than him, lying beside him naked. His muscles were aching, not from the sex he had had last night, but from the training he was going through with the Dark Lord. It was really rough but he had learned a lot, yet there were still things to learn. He figured that he would have to get out of the school on weekends to meet up with Voldemort to finish his training. If Potter was Dumbledore's weapon, then Draco was Voldemort's. Today was the day when he was going to return to Hogwarts and he hadn't slept one second that night. He was getting annoyed at the light snoring from the girl beside him. God, he didn't even know girls were able to snore. Though the sex had been great…

No one knew how powerful he felt. His last year in Hogwarts was going to be fun but extremely tough if the Dark Lord continued to summon him throughout the year. But that was alright, with the thought that he might be the one to destroy Potter at last, if Voldemort didn't manage to do it.

Then there was the secret plan no one had told him about. What was going to happen after New Year? He had no idea.

Ok… Fuck it. He'd get to know later anyway…

Now he had to concentrate to go back to Hogwarts to torment and tease the famous Golden Trio which annoyed him to no end. The prissy Potter, the sidekick Weasel King and the ugly Mudblood… Oh, he hated them so much!

And the fact that he had not been chosen Head Boy this year was driving him so mad. It was probably going to be Potter or Weasley with the little Mudblood Granger as Head Girl by their side... Grr...

The girl beside him gave a slight moan when she turned and placed her head on his chest and continued to sleep. This was probably the last time he had had free sex and he wouldn't have content with Pansy Parkinson (although there was nothing to complain about her if he kept his gaze directed to her large breasts…).

Draco wondered where his mother, Narcissa was. He hadn't seen her for a few days but suspected she was in Azkaban by his father's side. The only loyal and true in this family was Narcissa. Draco knew that Narcissa was not Lucius's only woman. But it didn't matter… Well, it did if you were completely honest…

He continued to think about his hectic life and his future of power and before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep with the thought that his life was going to be perfect after all this…

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To Be Continued…

Author's Note: That was chapter two. In all honesty, I'm not exactly satisfied with it so I might rewrite it and post it again. Well, anyway. Thanks for all the reviews I got, I love you guys! Thanks to; lil-blonde-pirate, Val, Malfodax, Naoko Ten'ou, Jackoholic (Vipera berus is Latin and it is a viper, I love serpents so that's the reason for it!) and kalinda! Thanks a million to you guys!!!

Next chapter has both Draco and Hermione in it. I'll try to update as soon as possible but like I said in the beginning of the chapter, I'm most likely concentrating on my other fic. (I have great plans for this though, and I promise that I'm going to continue!)

Please review and tell me what you think. These first two chapters were like two parts of a long prologue where it was about their holidays… :D

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