Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot
"Obnubilate" he grumbled, and the Slytherin common room door swung open. He walked into the cold room, it was empty and fire was already out. He smiled, for some reason he liked it when it was quiet. For some people, the complete and utter silence was enough to drive them crazy. But he appreciated the tranquility that allowed him to think, instead of having to listen to people talk about pathetic subjects that weren't of the least bit of interest to him and the poor souls that are forced to listen.
He climbed up the stone cold stairs but passed the 6th year dormitory. Last year, his father had requested a personal chamber for Draco and he had kept it for this year also. The door to his chamber was elegant and wooden with a snake engraved on it. The door knob was gold and antique and Draco placed his hand on the cold surface of it. The door knob began to glow dimly then started to rattle and shake. Recognizing its owner's fingertips the door knob ceased it's shaking and the door jerked open. He had an obsession with keeping his tranquility and didn't want some lowlife to do an 'Alohamora' trick and disturb it.
The room was huge with a window on the farthest wall that looked like an archway to heaven and a massive four poster king bed stood against the wall to his left. He tugged on his tie and pulled it off then threw it on his bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. He walked over to the window and leaned his shoulder against the right side of the stone arch. He saw his reflection on the mirror. The young man had not changed dramatically in appearance. The smirk on his face was something he was practically born with but his facial features were always hypnotizing in a way. It would confuse any mind how a face chiseled to resemble something of a Greek god could be part of a corrupted and complex soul.
He was nothing like the snotty, spoiled brat who first arrived at Hogwarts at the age of 11. The boy took pleasure in over powering people and used his father whom he was so found of to intimidate others. Now, he didn't even need his father, for he had turned out to be just like him. Just walking into a room in his usual mysterious manner always left people intimidated by him and he knew without having to try that he had over powered them.
Perhaps that's the reason why 'he' had chosen him, to complete his uncanny resemblance to his father. Draco remembered that day perfectly, his mother had walked into his room with her lips pursed and told him a messenger had come to escort him. Escort him where? He didn't find out until he arrived at his escorted destination. A slimy pitiful man whom which Draco had looked upon with disgust led him into a room with two hooded figures.
"May I inquire as to the reason I have been brought here?" Draco had asked calmly, completely unaffected by the situation.
He saw something of a sneer appear under one of the figure's hood. Anyone who would have seen that expression would've succumbed to its deadliness and try to regain feel in their legs to run out as fast as they can. But Draco stood rooted in place once again unaffected as he watched the hooded figure approach.
"Certainly, Mr. Malfoy, for I am the reason you have been summoned here," a coarse but steady voice crept from under the hood, as the hair on Draco's neck rose and he felt an intense cold crawl down his back.
Draco couldn't stand the feeling, he felt vulnerable and he wouldn't tolerate it, instead he smirked, 'Creepy, old man,' he thought to himself. "And who exactly are you?" he then asked.
"Your father was very loyal to me and very useful if I may add, and you have grown to be worthy to me just like your father. I see potential, great potential," the man had avoided the question; instead he was circling Draco slowly as if examining him. He then walked over to a chair that was placed in the middle of the room and casually rested his arm on it, "Of course that great power you possess Mr. Malfoy will all go to waste in the near future...unless of course, you join me. I can strengthen your power and you will be feared and respected by all around you. All you need to do is take a seat," he man motioned to the chair.
Draco still stood at the same spot with his arms crossed around his chest. He did not budge nor blink. He just stood motionless and expressionless staring at the seat. He then walked straight calmly toward the chair and took a seat, "I accept you offer."
The hooded man laughed coldly and motioned the second hooded figure towards the chair. The second figure strapped Draco's arm to the chair and pulled out a dagger. He slashed forms onto Draco's skin and he did not once flinch. Then the hooded figure pulled out a vile and poured a thick boiling poison into the deeps cuts and Draco still sat expressionless.
Draco blinked and stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of him once again. What was pain? His father had definitely taught him not to feel it through endless tortures...whips...chains. Draco Malfoy no longer knew what pain was, he did not know the feel of his skin rip or the feel of his heart bleed. He could not care nor love.
He opened the window and resumed unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled if off and felt the cool summer breeze touch his skin. He looked at his arm. Strange designs twisted all around his arm. It would've been considered beautiful if it weren't for its evil purpose. Most girls thought it was a 'bad boy' tattoo during intimate moments that never really meant anything to him. He traced his fingers over the dark mark then removed the rest of his clothing and lay on his back under the bed covers and fell asleep thinking about the most unexpected person.
"Obnubilate" he grumbled, and the Slytherin common room door swung open. He walked into the cold room, it was empty and fire was already out. He smiled, for some reason he liked it when it was quiet. For some people, the complete and utter silence was enough to drive them crazy. But he appreciated the tranquility that allowed him to think, instead of having to listen to people talk about pathetic subjects that weren't of the least bit of interest to him and the poor souls that are forced to listen.
He climbed up the stone cold stairs but passed the 6th year dormitory. Last year, his father had requested a personal chamber for Draco and he had kept it for this year also. The door to his chamber was elegant and wooden with a snake engraved on it. The door knob was gold and antique and Draco placed his hand on the cold surface of it. The door knob began to glow dimly then started to rattle and shake. Recognizing its owner's fingertips the door knob ceased it's shaking and the door jerked open. He had an obsession with keeping his tranquility and didn't want some lowlife to do an 'Alohamora' trick and disturb it.
The room was huge with a window on the farthest wall that looked like an archway to heaven and a massive four poster king bed stood against the wall to his left. He tugged on his tie and pulled it off then threw it on his bed and started unbuttoning his shirt. He walked over to the window and leaned his shoulder against the right side of the stone arch. He saw his reflection on the mirror. The young man had not changed dramatically in appearance. The smirk on his face was something he was practically born with but his facial features were always hypnotizing in a way. It would confuse any mind how a face chiseled to resemble something of a Greek god could be part of a corrupted and complex soul.
He was nothing like the snotty, spoiled brat who first arrived at Hogwarts at the age of 11. The boy took pleasure in over powering people and used his father whom he was so found of to intimidate others. Now, he didn't even need his father, for he had turned out to be just like him. Just walking into a room in his usual mysterious manner always left people intimidated by him and he knew without having to try that he had over powered them.
Perhaps that's the reason why 'he' had chosen him, to complete his uncanny resemblance to his father. Draco remembered that day perfectly, his mother had walked into his room with her lips pursed and told him a messenger had come to escort him. Escort him where? He didn't find out until he arrived at his escorted destination. A slimy pitiful man whom which Draco had looked upon with disgust led him into a room with two hooded figures.
"May I inquire as to the reason I have been brought here?" Draco had asked calmly, completely unaffected by the situation.
He saw something of a sneer appear under one of the figure's hood. Anyone who would have seen that expression would've succumbed to its deadliness and try to regain feel in their legs to run out as fast as they can. But Draco stood rooted in place once again unaffected as he watched the hooded figure approach.
"Certainly, Mr. Malfoy, for I am the reason you have been summoned here," a coarse but steady voice crept from under the hood, as the hair on Draco's neck rose and he felt an intense cold crawl down his back.
Draco couldn't stand the feeling, he felt vulnerable and he wouldn't tolerate it, instead he smirked, 'Creepy, old man,' he thought to himself. "And who exactly are you?" he then asked.
"Your father was very loyal to me and very useful if I may add, and you have grown to be worthy to me just like your father. I see potential, great potential," the man had avoided the question; instead he was circling Draco slowly as if examining him. He then walked over to a chair that was placed in the middle of the room and casually rested his arm on it, "Of course that great power you possess Mr. Malfoy will all go to waste in the near future...unless of course, you join me. I can strengthen your power and you will be feared and respected by all around you. All you need to do is take a seat," he man motioned to the chair.
Draco still stood at the same spot with his arms crossed around his chest. He did not budge nor blink. He just stood motionless and expressionless staring at the seat. He then walked straight calmly toward the chair and took a seat, "I accept you offer."
The hooded man laughed coldly and motioned the second hooded figure towards the chair. The second figure strapped Draco's arm to the chair and pulled out a dagger. He slashed forms onto Draco's skin and he did not once flinch. Then the hooded figure pulled out a vile and poured a thick boiling poison into the deeps cuts and Draco still sat expressionless.
Draco blinked and stared at his reflection in the mirror in front of him once again. What was pain? His father had definitely taught him not to feel it through endless tortures...whips...chains. Draco Malfoy no longer knew what pain was, he did not know the feel of his skin rip or the feel of his heart bleed. He could not care nor love.
He opened the window and resumed unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled if off and felt the cool summer breeze touch his skin. He looked at his arm. Strange designs twisted all around his arm. It would've been considered beautiful if it weren't for its evil purpose. Most girls thought it was a 'bad boy' tattoo during intimate moments that never really meant anything to him. He traced his fingers over the dark mark then removed the rest of his clothing and lay on his back under the bed covers and fell asleep thinking about the most unexpected person.