Finally my little sis got off the computer so I could post chapters 3 and 4 (they were sorta supposed to be one chapter, but it got too long ;) ! sigh Sisters. Thanks sooo much to my reviewers; IcyPanther, Black-Tinged-With-Pink, Thal-Greenleaf, and Miko Kikyou, you guys are so awsome and I swear when I get some time I'll read your stuff too!
Disclamier: It wasn't mine before, and it isn't mine now.
. He took his place in the chair two seats to Voldemort's right and his father soon filled the chair directly at the leader's right hand. He gave Draco a very nasty look.
"Ahh, my dear Draco, where have you been?" the Dark Lord said. Draco couldn't utter a sound. He wasn't sure how to explain himself. He knew now that he had gotten sick when his Mark had burned, causing him not to notice the slight pain in his arm. "You didn't try to resist the Call, did you, my boy?" Draco shook his head firmly. He hadn't resisted on purpose. Even he wasn't dumb enough to resist when the Dark Lord was calling him.
"And we're even here to discuss important planning which includes you." Voldemort smiled his evil smile, and Draco felt an unpleasurable squirm in his stomach. 'You see, we need you to spy on the Longbottom boy…."
"Longbottom?" Draco interrupted. "But that doesn't make sense. I thought if anything I'd be spying on Potter…."
"I want him on my side." Draco could simply not contain a small snicker.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think you want Longbottom on your side. He's almost a Squib!"
"You do not know him, Draco, so do not make assumptions. Also," His voice got very dangerous. "Do not argue with me. I believe Neville Longbottom will be a great wizard, strong in mind, body, and powers, and if you must know, I want to get him while he is still so very weak." He smirked. "Especially so emotionally weak. So you see, I want you to spy; find a weakness, something he cares about more than anything in the world perhaps, to use against him. Blackmail. Any information you can find. Do you understand?"
One of the two females in the room spoke. It was his Aunt Bellatrix. "I apologize greatly, Master, to be forced to say this, but I do not think the boy will be persuaded. He hates us all, especially me." She grinned rather proudly and Draco remembered that it had been she who had tortured his parents to insanity. "I do not see any way this could work."
Draco looked expectantly at Voldemort, wondering if he was going to get mad. Instead however, he looked thoughtful. "I overlooked that point, Lestrange, thank you. Still though, I want you to try to find something, Draco. Just in case. No one ever said he had to come willingly. If he will not join, I shall simply use him to my will and then dispose of him. All I know is that I need to speak with that boy and perhaps have him do biddings under the Imperious curse. Do not let me down, Draco." The blond nodded. Great, now he had to hang out with Longbottom on top of being a stupid Death Eater in the first place. Life sucked.
The meeting may have lasted an hour or so more, Draco was not sure as he had fallen asleep in his chair. It had been too comfortable; the heat from the fire too warm. He dreamed he was trapped in a little box that was getting smaller and smaller by the moment. He would be squashed soon, he needed to get out. He father's face was in front of him, laughing at him….
"Draco!" someone hissed in his ear. He woke with a start to find every Death Eater's eyes upon him.
"Aw, how sweet! Our baby Death Eater is sleepy!" Avery mocked from his spot by the fire. It had been he who didn't want Draco there in the first place, saying he was far too young. "I told you that you should have never bothered, Lucius. Can't even make a meeting without falling asleep." Draco's face got very hot. He looked for his father for support, then realized how stupid that had been in the first place, since his father never supported him. He only glared. He was not the only one. Bellatrix looked ready to strangle him.
"How dare you sleep when the Dark Lord is speaking to you? How dare you?!" she said angrily. Others nodded and murmured in agreement. Draco was suddenly very scared. What if Voldemort was mad too? What would happen to him? Frantically he looked around, for a face, any face, who showed understanding.
The Dark Lord was smiling at him, but Draco wasn't sure weather to take that as a good thing or a bad thing. He didn't want to chance it. He jumped from his chair and sank into a bow in front of Voldemort's. "I'm sorry my…my lord." The words felt strange coming from his mouth.
"I think I can forgive you this once, Draco," Voldemort sneered. "But take care that it doesn't happen again." Draco nodded furiously and rose, returning to his seat.
"I think that is all for tonight. You may return home, unless you wish to speak with me on your own. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," the Death Eaters chorused back. And quickly, before his father could round on him, Draco pulled out the stone and said "take me home."