Without Trust There is No Love

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with Harry Potter. The title came from Moulin Rouge when they were just about to sing "Roxanne". I own absolutely nothing except for this plot that seems to be going nowhere.

Author's Note: Woo! Go me. I have continued on to my 'plotless' story! readers groan Yes, I know I suck. If you have read one of those old second chapters, then forget about it. I was writing late in the night and constantly rambling. But now… I can't have anymore insomnia moments because of school. Oh well. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Test

As Draco Malfoy slid the compartment door shut, he smirked and shook his head. A Weasley just fell for one of his nasty tricks. However, it wasn't for his own pleasure, it was an order from Lord Voldemort. He wasn't a Death Eater yet, but this was final test to complete. After this, he would officially become a Death Eater just like his father always wanted him to be. After this, he would have the respect he wanted from others. After this, he would finally prove to his father that he wasn't weak.

Ever since he was young, his father has never said he was actually proud of him. He never got a pat on the back and have the words "I'm proud of you, son." said to him. No matter what Draco did, it didn't make him what his parents wanted him to be. He wanted them to be proud of him for something he achieved. He didn't want to be compared to Potter and be told that he should've done better than him. But each time he tried, it just brought more disappointment to them, especially to Lucius.

This test was given to him by the Dark Lord, two weeks ago…

Draco stood in front of the Dark Lord, waiting for his instructions. The room was dark, but a dim candle gave away some light. He was facing his back much to his relief because the Dark Lord's face made him shudder. Other Death Eaters were standing by, their eyes lowered to the ground.

"Do you believe you are capable of becoming a Death Eater, Draco?" Voldemort asked.

"I believe I am." Draco replied.

Turning around, he looked at Draco with cold, red eyes. His face was chalk white, and he looked like a very poisonous snake. Draco lowered his eyes, for he did not want to meet the red ones that were staring at him. He was told by his father, Lucius Malfoy, to never look at the Dark Lord straight in the eyes. It was most terrifying.

"What makes you think so," he hissed. "Is it because you are the son of Lucius?"

Draco did not reply.

Laughing a little, the Dark Lord said, "No, I can't give you the Dark Mark that easily. I'm afraid you're much too young, and I have my doubts that you will stay completely loyal to me."

Lucius Malfoy, hooded and casting his eyes downward, stepped forward and said, "Do you suggest that we wait until he is older?"

"No, I think another test will do." replied Voldemort.

"What kind of a test?" Draco blurted out before thinking.

"Do not speak when spoken to, Draco!" hissed Lucius, fiercely. "I am so sorry, Master." He added to Voldemort.

"What kind of test?" echoed the Dark Lord. "It will be a test that will prove to me that you are capable of becoming a Death Eater. It's a test that will measure how cruel you can be."

"What must I do?" asked Draco.

"You must make an old friend of mine fall in love with you and make her believe that you love her, as well. She's a foolish girl who believed everything I said to her. I'm sure this test will be simple, Draco. You're lucky I'm going easy on you." Seeing the puzzled look on Draco's face, he laughed and said, "Don't you know whom I am speaking of?"

Draco shook his head.

"Ginny Weasley."he answered, "You must make her fall in love with you, but you cannot fall in love with her. If you happen to do so, you will fail this test because that only proves to me you are weak and too soft."

"That won't be a problem." Draco said through gritted teeth.

"I should hope not." Voldemort drawled. "You would be a disgrace to your father if that should happen…You wouldn't want that, would you?"

He let out a, what sounded like, an evil laugh and said in a threatening tone, "And I would have to kill you if that happened. Only the weak fall in love, and I can't have someone weak among my followers. Even if you weren't a Death Eater, you were well on your way to becoming one…"

After the meeting, Lucius and Draco Apparated back to the Malfoy Manor. Draco went straight to his room, feeling very confident about the test. Despite the threat, Draco did not feel a bit nervous. Not until Lucius came in his room, threatening him. He grabbed his arm violently and pointed his wand to his neck.

"If you happen to fall in love with that Weasley," hissed Lucius menacingly, "I will kill you myself."

"You think I will? Do you doubt my strength that much, father?" Draco said, quietly, not even struggling.

Without answering, Lucius released Draco from his grip and pocketed the wand. Draco could see that there was disappointment in his father's cold eyes. Another word was not spoken between the father and the son. A few seconds later, Lucius left the room, slamming the door behind him.

That was what Draco was to his father: a great disappointment. As long as he could remember, that was the only thing he was…

Draco would be sure that he didn't fail this one last test, but something was already telling him that he would not succeed. It was the way Ginny Weasley looked at him after he kissed her. Her eyes gave him this warm feeling inside him. Her eyes told him she was innocent and fragile. Her eyes were filled with tears of pain, anger, and a bit of bliss all mixed together into one.

A sudden rumble of thunder, made Draco shake away those thoughts. He was being stupid, and he knew he, no matter what happens, could not fail this final test. Besides, he would never fall in love with her because she was a Weasley, and he was a Malfoy. It just would not work out. Weasley had probably already fallen for him because of his great acting skills back in the compartment. How he managed to get tears in his eyes was unknown even to him. Was it genuine pity?

He had to admit, for a slight moment, he did feel sorry for her. Her mother had been killed recently by a Death Eater, and that must be the hardest thing to go through. Even though he had always hated the Weasleys, he just couldn't help to feel bad for them. But this sympathy must stop. Lord Voldemort knew that Draco would start feeling sorry for Ginny, which gave him reason to threaten him with death. It was Draco's weakness, and Voldemort had sensed it already.

Draco shuddered and pushed away the thought that Voldemort could read his mind.

Then, the train came to a slow stop. Realizing that he had been standing right outside of Ginny's compartment the whole time, Draco quickly walked towards the exit of the train. Soon, he was followed be a wave of students who poured out of the other compartments. Outside, the rain was still continuing but only as a light sprinkle. The once angry howls of the wind now calmed down into a soft whisper that felt cool upon Draco's face.

When Draco saw Ginny come out of the train, he had an urge to walk towards her, but he knew he must not. Instead, he shook his head, and went in the opposite direction to see if he could find Crabbe or Goyle.

Only the weak fell in love. He thought to himself.