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A/n: I want to thank all my readers for being so patient. It's been a while since I've updated and I'm trying my best to get the chapters up as soon as possible. I have a lot of things to do, so please bear with me. Also I want to thank my reviewers. Your reviews mean to so much to me.
Chapter 9: Cleopatra's needle
It had been a full week since Lucius last heard from Draco. Was his son trying to avoid him? Did Draco really think that he was slick? The boy was playing with fire and he knew it.
Lucius stepped out of his hateful thoughts and walked down into the most dreadful place in the Manor. It was a place where many lives were taken and where many had suffered at the hands of Lucius or Voldemort himself, a place in which the sunlight never shined, the cold, damp Dungeons.
There was dried blood on the walls and the floor, some of it belonging to Narcissa, Draco, or some other life form. Bless the hearts of the poor souls who had to spend countless nights in this hell hole. Lucius could still hear the echo of Draco's screams when the whip bit into his milky white skin. Ah, what pleasure it was for him to see his son receive his retribution.
Lucius sauntered with Malfoy pride through the dark corridors of the dungeons and stepped into a room in which no one was permitted to enter. He opened the door revealing torture tools and potions of all sorts stored in a magnificent wooden cabinet.
Mr. Malfoy opened the cabinet door and removed a glass case with a lovely shade of azure glowing around it. As Lucius whispered something inaudible to the human ear, the blue light began to fade. Inside the glass case was a black velvet bag waiting to be removed and opened. After doing this, Lucuis left the filthy room to go to his study, where he already had a visitor waiting.
"Ah, Macnair, You're a bit early." Lucius said closing the door and locking it. The tall burly man stood up to greet Lucius with a handshake.
"Do you have it?" Macnair asked
"Yes I do."
"Well then, let's see."
"With pleasure." Lucius nodded in sync with McNair's proposal and opened the bag.
From it a dagger slipped out. Lucius picked it up and held it up into the moonlight. It was a miraculous item which glistened dangerously. Macnair seemed to be bewitched by its beauty while Lucius showed no sign of fascination.
The fascinated executioner couldn't resist the urge. He carefully grabbed the dagger from Lucius and held it as though it were made out of crystal. Macnair had a murderous glint in his eyes.
"How long.......?" He questioned
"Two thousand years."
"Unbelievable." Macnair said as he began to run his index finger along the slivery blade.
Lucius had had enough of Macnair's goggling. He took the exquisite item and cautiously placed it back into the bag then Lucius handed it to a disappointed looking Macnair. "This reaches the hands of my son and my son only." Lucius said firmly as his smirk vanished from his thin lips.
Macnair nodded in agreement and left.
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A very pleased Draco made his way from the cold Dungeon classroom to the Slytherin common room. He stopped before a bare, damp stone wall and whispered the password. The concealed stone door in the wall slid open, unfortunately revealing a certain Slytherin, whom Draco had no pleasure in meeting- Pansy Parkinson.
She looked as though she was in hot pursuit for something. She wore a serious expression on her pug face, while biting her lips. In her hand, Pansy held on tightly to a piece of parchment. Upon seeing Draco her expression lightened.
"Drakie, I've been looking for you," she screeched while twirling her raven locks around her slender fingers.
Eyeing her with disgust, Draco replied "Really, what for?"
"Your family owl came with this at breakfast. What do you think it is baby?" she handed the letter over to him.
Draco snatched the parchment and opened it. Immediately he recognized Lucius' handwriting. All it said was: Be in the Forbidden Forest an hour after dusk. He began to wonder what for, but kept his curiously to himself. A question like that would get Pansy too excited and eager to be involved in matters which didn't concern her in any way, shape, or form.
He put the letter away and pushed his way past Pansy, who followed him into the common room. Draco threw himself in a huge black armchair which was shaped oddly. He picked up the Daily Prophet and began to read the major headlines and Rita Skeeter's reports, which he found himself very fascinated with.
Pansy strolled over to him with a seductive smile on her face. Then snatching the newspaper away, she wrapped her legs around him and placed her arms around his neck, brining his face closer to hers.
"Baby I've missed you." She cooed softy in his ear.
Draco looked up and arched his eyebrow. Pansy's body language told her whole story. There was one thing she wanted and one thing only.
"Pansy I'm in no mood to fuck you tonight." Draco said with finality in his voice, while forcefully pushing Pansy off of him. She was like a blasted tick. Always sucking his blood, sticking to him like glue.
Pansy looked slightly disappointed at Draco's comment. She got up from the cold marble floor and slumped down onto the near by sofa and stared in the fire. Pansy was burning inside. She hated Draco with all her guts, but yet she still loved him, knowing that he'll never return her feelings.
She never did understand Draco. The way he did things, the way he showed his affection, or rather not show his affection, the way he hid secrets from her and played with her like a doll. Never showing true progress in a straight line, but only in his own way.
There was nothing more in the world she wanted than for him to return her love for him, for him to understand the depth of her love, but he would never do it. Whenever she got close to solving one of his mysteries, he'd cover up his tracks just like he always did. It was like trying to put together a puzzle but there would always be one piece missing.
They had fucked each other countless times, but never once had they made love. Pansy was his little bitch who was there at his beck and call. Draco would use her like a doll and put her back on the shelf.
"You make me feel like a slut", she whispered.
After a moment's silence Draco looked up at her and said "You do this to your self."
Surprized, Pansy looked at Draco.
"All this shit that I go thorough is because of you," She screamed. "You have no idea what pain you've brought me."
Keeping his cool demeanor, Draco snarled "You have no idea what pain is Parkinson." He knew better than to let Pansy get to him.
She looked at him with innocent eyes brimming with tears. "Fuck you, Draco!" she said, her voice suddenly becoming dangerous
"You may feel this way now, but it'll only be a matter of time till you come running back to me." Draco finished. Then throwing the newspaper in her face, he turned his back and left.
Pansy buried her head in her hands and let the tears she had been fighting back drop out her eyes. It was true. In a matter of two days she would be back on his side, his Slytherin slut forever more. She had to face it. What would life be like with out her "Drakie." Draco was like a drug, she just couldn't get enough of him, but what she failed to realize is that addiction can be deadly. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * ** ** * *
Draco waltzed through the dungeon hallways and onto the main level, stomping on some first years in the process. No one dared to protest simply because it was Malfoy, the one who looked down upon you. He was simply bigger and much better than the rest of the Hogwarts population.
Walking up the main steps, Draco realized that it was getting dark which meant it was time for him to make an appearance at the secret meeting held in the Forbidden Forest. He raced up the steps and into his bed chambers, grabbing his long, black hooded robe in the process.
Like a busy bee, Draco rushed to the cabinet where he hid his Penesive and wand. After retrieving the items necessary he made a hasty exit, leaving his door to the cabinet with his Penesive and his room door slightly open.
Once he was outside Draco put on his hooded robe, that was similar to the one Lucius wore to Death-eater meetings. It was a brisk evening. The indigo skies sparkled with stars that shine like diamonds. Most would consider it a lovely night despite the temperature.
Draco took a second to take in the beauty of the night. Looking over the grassy tops of the massive trees that covered most of the forest's area, Draco could see the thick clouds of fog which always gave the forest an eerie aurora.
Before departing the school grounds, Draco checked to see if the area was clear of any interfering people. There was no one around, which was very likely. However, it wouldn't hurt to check to make sure Potter and his crew of sleuths wasn't running around the school grounds after dark trying to solve another mystery that puzzled the ministry and somehow saved the lives of many wizards.
As the cautious Malfoy neared the forest, he could hear the echos of mystical creatures of all sorts. Draco walked into the forest with ease. There was not a sign of fear etched across his handsome face. He had seen and experienced many things in his life time that could never compare to the spooks in the mysterious forest.
Draco made his way thorough the dark area until he got to the heart of the forest. In the distance he could see another figure with a cloak similar to his.
However, this person was much taller than his father. As the hooded figure heard the footsteps getting louder it turned to come face to face with the younger Malfoy, who he had much pleasure in meeting. He could just imagine the boy in a few years taking the place of Voldemort.
He would be a lovely successor indeed. As the figure looked into the young man's face he could see that the boy feared nothing which is an excellent quality.
"Draco how nice to see you." The figure exclaimed removing his hood with his big manly hands.
Upon seeing who it was Draco's relaxed his tense muscles. It was a long time friend of Lucius'- Macnair.
"Good evening Macnair, it's been a while." Draco replied.
"Yes it has young Malfoy, yes it has."
"I believe I last saw you at the ball we hosted in the summer at the manner."
"Yes, and correct me if I'm wrong I was supposed to meet you again at the last meeting but.."
"But I never showed up. I'm a busy man Macnair. Surely you've realized this by now." Draco replied slyly, completing Macnair's comment for him.
Macnair raised an eyebrow in astonishment. "Too busy for your own Lord?"
"If you want to put it that way then yes."
"Draco, you must not speak of the Dark Lord in that way. He is the most important thing in your world right now." He roared at the smart mouthed boy before of him.
"No, Macnair. He's the most important thing in YOUR life," Draco replied calmly emphasizing the "your" in his statement.
Stamping his foot in frustration, Macnair continued to mumble under his breath about how Draco was out of his wits. Macnair knew fully well that the boy was sensible, but also a bit of a rebel.
"What has he sent you for?" Draco asked.
"My Lord hasn't sent me to do anything. It's your father that asked me to deliver this to you," the executioner replied pulling out the elegant black velvet bag that Lucius had handed to him earlier.
Draco took the bag from Macnair with an inquisitive expression on his face.
"Open it. It's yours to keep."
Draco opened the bag and the dagger enclosed within the expensive velvet slid out and into Draco's hand. He looked at Macnair's excited face. "Was it really that big of a deal?" he asked himself. Before Draco had a chance to ask any questions, Macnair began to explain.
"Cleopatra's needle. This remarkable item has been passed down from generation to generation. It's probably been in the Malfoy family for two thousand years. A treasure, you ask, yes indeed. Take good care of this, Draco. Store this away somewhere safe. Put a protection spells around the area if you have to. You must not let anyone get a hold of this dagger for it can cause devastation," There was urgency in his voice. But that soon transformed into total fascination.
"The biggest gem on the top stores the venom of a basilisk. The silver gem underneath signifies evil and the green signifies hatred."
Draco looked at his new gift. The shiny blade sparkled. He turned the dagger around and looked at his reflection, then averted his eyes to the handle of the knife. There were three large gems lined up vertically.
The first gem, the one in which the venom was stored, was blood red and diamond shaped. The second gem was slightly smaller than the first and circular. The silver, circular gem was encrusted with white diamonds around the edge. The last gem, the smallest out of the three, was a lovely shade of green. It too was circular and encrusted with diamonds around the edge.
There were two serpents that looped their scalely bodies around the smaller gems, in the shape of an S, each time they would intersect with each other. The heads were positioned on either side of the largest gem, facing each other. Draco was simply enamored with its beauty
Cleopatra's needle, clearly meant for horrible deeds, was an antique item worth praising. It was like a precious stone lost for a great deal of time and most gratefully found.
Looking up at Macnair, Draco asked "Why is it me that he trusts to keep this?"
"He didn't say."
Draco looked at the knife once more and chuckled a bit before responding,
"Of course he wouldn't. That bastard works in mysterious ways." Macnair gave Draco a disapproving look.
"He has a lot of faith in you, Draco. Don't disappoint him" Macnair added.
"No. Lucius does not have any faith in me or my mother, well at least not the Lucius I've known all my life."
"Draco--"
"The perfect father, a successful right hand man to Lord Voldemort, a loving and caring husband, a rich respectable pureblood. Is that the Lucius you know Macnair?"
He didn't answer which angered Draco.
"Is it? Answer me. Is that the Lucius you know and trust with your life." he roared.
"Watch your tone boy." Macnair warned.
"He's not what he seems to be. And for this I don't respect him." Draco continued with a menacing tone.
"ENOUGH!!" Macnair yelled so loudly that the immobile leaves in the tree shook. "I've had enough of this for tonight."
"Can't handle the truth can you?" Draco inquired with a smirk on his face.
"What truth Draco, these lies that you tell? This is what you call the truth?"
"You'll see in time." Draco replied to the burly man turning his back on him.
As soon as Macnair was out of site Draco began to head back to the castle. They would see in time, what a conniving, heartless, bitch Lucius was. He gained their trust and friendship and then used each and every naive one of them.
The ones who were too smart to fall into Lucius' grips were his closest friends with whom he carried out his sick torture sessions all to please the Dark Lord. What they failed to realize is that one day he'll turn right around and bite them in the ass. Just like the beautiful looking snake on Cleopatra's needle would.
Lucius would watch them burn with humiliation and laugh right in their faces, he would hurl nasty comments at them on their death beds, he would have no problem killing them if they stopped him in his journey to the top. That was the real Lucius Malfoy. It's amazing what the thirst for power can do to you.
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Hermione stepped into her chambers with thoughts of her with Ginny conversation still on her mind. The thought of being in love made her dizzy with fear. Her head was spinning. There were many unanswered questions plaguing her mind.
As Hermione climbed up the steps to enter her room she stopped dead in her tracks and asked her self, "Am I incapable of loving someone?" The very thought of it scared her.
Dismissing the horrors of her disturbing thoughts, Hermione stepped into her chambers and changed into her red flannel pajamas. Having nothing better to do, the confused Gryffindor curled up on her couch in the common room with a new book on Ancient Runes.
She was getting into her book until she felt a gush of wind and a door creak. Looking up she saw that Malfoy's room door was slightly open. She got up to close the door, but Crookshanks was faster.
"Crookshanks!" she hissed still standing outside the room. The feisty cat dashed into Malfoy's room completely ignoring Hermione's protests. Crookshanks prowled around Malfoy's room with fascination. Hermione called the stubborn feline until she realized that he wasn't coming back. She had two options: go get the cat or leave him in there to shred Malfoy's sheets.
Even though the second option was more appealing, she wouldn't want to experience the wrath of Malfoy once he returned. Cautiously she stepped into the room and crept up behind the cat who sat on top of Malfoy's working desk.
Another step and Hermione would have Crookshanks, but unfortunately Crookshanks sensed her coming near and dashed out the room, leaving behind a very heated Hermione. Fustrated, she planned to exit the room, until she spotted a bright white light, that reminded her of a ray of heavenly light.
Curiousity took over and Hermione walked over to find the source if the light. It was coming from a shallow basin with strange carvings. The only carving she could decipher was the carving of a dragon.
Enthralled with the basin itself, Hermione began to run her fingers along the carvings. There was a crash in the common room and then a loud meow, which caused Hermione to fall, almost taking the basin with her. It was only then when she discovered the liquid in the basin the slivery white liquid that rippled ever so gently. It reminded her of relaxing ocean tides.
Hermione looked at her reflection. Her long brown hair, her warm chocolate eyes, her fair skin, everything she hated. Her face, stripped of all make up revealed the innocent face of troubled woman who has yet to plunge into a life more corrupted than the one she was already living. Sometimes she wished she could end it all.
Gradually her reflection began to fade and the face of Draco Malfoy swirled up. The white liquid swirled again, showing a small boy with blond hair sleeping in his mother's lap, while she let tears slip out of her lovely eyes.
Then the vision of Lucius standing over Draco with a whip swirled up. Hermione watched the whip slice his pretty skin. He was bleeding from head to toe. She almost felt sorry for him, but reminded herself that the little snot nosed bitch probably did something to deserve it. When that vision vanished the liquid began to swirl rapidly like a whirlpool.
Just as she felt herself being sucked into the liquid, a cold arm slid around her waist. A warm mouth near her ear whispered, "Miss me?"
With out turning around she replied, "Not a damn bit."
"So get the fuck out." The voice whispered getting increasingly harsh. The cold arm around her waist gripped her harder.
Hermione turned around to meet the one man she wished could just die, Malfoy. His attire made her very suspicious. It's not everyday that you see a Hogwarts student in black hooded dementor looking robes. On Malfoy it was especially suspicious, considering his family's reputation.
Draco still had his arm wrapped around her waist. Their faces were so close that she could see the little specks of evil in his eyes and he could feel the heat radiating from under her nightwear.
For a moment they were both silent until Malfoy pushed her against the door, bringing them even closer than before. Draco placed one hand on the door and the other on her stomach.
"Care to explain why you were invading my privacy." He snarled.
"I wasn't, I just--i just--god damn it--just let me go!"
"I want an explanation first."
"I don't give a fuck what you want, Malfoy. I want you to, no I demand you to..." Hermione then became silent. Her eyes were fixed on the shallow bowl she was just looking into.
"Granger what the hell are......" Draco stopped in middle into his sentence.
His Pensieve was no longer hidden. He had no idea how much Granger had seen, but either way it wasn't good for her to know what really happened to him. He needed to do something to her to make her forget. She needed to be reprimanded and put in her place.
"First I find you in my room Granger, now I don't get an explanation. Is it that you want a favor from me?" Draco said with a seductive grin spreading across his face.
"Malfoy the only favor I want for you to go to hell!" she fired back.
"And I'll take you down into the fiery depths with me where you can be my hell bitch forever. We'll be just like Persephone and Hades. That's right Granger, your skank ass will be stuck with me. Don't get me wrong, I don't pity you, I pity myself, being stuck forever with a mudblood bitch like yourself. Even though with those nice firm set of breasts on your hourglass shape I wouldn't mind. You can take the place of Parkinson."
Draco said this with such ease while Hermione stood fuming with rage.
Draco leaned in and began to plant forbidden kisses on Hermione's neck which she didn't fight. When he reached the base of her neck, Draco bit down hard causing Hermione pain. It felt as though he was drawing blood form he neck and sucking it in. Hermione slid down the door and onto her knees, touching the tender spot where Malfoy had just bitten her.
"Now there's something you can show your boyfriends tomorrow." Draco said sarcastically before throwing Hermione outside of the room. Before he slammed the door in her face, Malfoy bid Hermione good night in his own little elaborate way.
" Goodnight Granger. Forget me not tonight. Sweet dreams."
A/n: I want to thank all my readers for being so patient. It's been a while since I've updated and I'm trying my best to get the chapters up as soon as possible. I have a lot of things to do, so please bear with me. Also I want to thank my reviewers. Your reviews mean to so much to me.
Chapter 9: Cleopatra's needle
It had been a full week since Lucius last heard from Draco. Was his son trying to avoid him? Did Draco really think that he was slick? The boy was playing with fire and he knew it.
Lucius stepped out of his hateful thoughts and walked down into the most dreadful place in the Manor. It was a place where many lives were taken and where many had suffered at the hands of Lucius or Voldemort himself, a place in which the sunlight never shined, the cold, damp Dungeons.
There was dried blood on the walls and the floor, some of it belonging to Narcissa, Draco, or some other life form. Bless the hearts of the poor souls who had to spend countless nights in this hell hole. Lucius could still hear the echo of Draco's screams when the whip bit into his milky white skin. Ah, what pleasure it was for him to see his son receive his retribution.
Lucius sauntered with Malfoy pride through the dark corridors of the dungeons and stepped into a room in which no one was permitted to enter. He opened the door revealing torture tools and potions of all sorts stored in a magnificent wooden cabinet.
Mr. Malfoy opened the cabinet door and removed a glass case with a lovely shade of azure glowing around it. As Lucius whispered something inaudible to the human ear, the blue light began to fade. Inside the glass case was a black velvet bag waiting to be removed and opened. After doing this, Lucuis left the filthy room to go to his study, where he already had a visitor waiting.
"Ah, Macnair, You're a bit early." Lucius said closing the door and locking it. The tall burly man stood up to greet Lucius with a handshake.
"Do you have it?" Macnair asked
"Yes I do."
"Well then, let's see."
"With pleasure." Lucius nodded in sync with McNair's proposal and opened the bag.
From it a dagger slipped out. Lucius picked it up and held it up into the moonlight. It was a miraculous item which glistened dangerously. Macnair seemed to be bewitched by its beauty while Lucius showed no sign of fascination.
The fascinated executioner couldn't resist the urge. He carefully grabbed the dagger from Lucius and held it as though it were made out of crystal. Macnair had a murderous glint in his eyes.
"How long.......?" He questioned
"Two thousand years."
"Unbelievable." Macnair said as he began to run his index finger along the slivery blade.
Lucius had had enough of Macnair's goggling. He took the exquisite item and cautiously placed it back into the bag then Lucius handed it to a disappointed looking Macnair. "This reaches the hands of my son and my son only." Lucius said firmly as his smirk vanished from his thin lips.
Macnair nodded in agreement and left.
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A very pleased Draco made his way from the cold Dungeon classroom to the Slytherin common room. He stopped before a bare, damp stone wall and whispered the password. The concealed stone door in the wall slid open, unfortunately revealing a certain Slytherin, whom Draco had no pleasure in meeting- Pansy Parkinson.
She looked as though she was in hot pursuit for something. She wore a serious expression on her pug face, while biting her lips. In her hand, Pansy held on tightly to a piece of parchment. Upon seeing Draco her expression lightened.
"Drakie, I've been looking for you," she screeched while twirling her raven locks around her slender fingers.
Eyeing her with disgust, Draco replied "Really, what for?"
"Your family owl came with this at breakfast. What do you think it is baby?" she handed the letter over to him.
Draco snatched the parchment and opened it. Immediately he recognized Lucius' handwriting. All it said was: Be in the Forbidden Forest an hour after dusk. He began to wonder what for, but kept his curiously to himself. A question like that would get Pansy too excited and eager to be involved in matters which didn't concern her in any way, shape, or form.
He put the letter away and pushed his way past Pansy, who followed him into the common room. Draco threw himself in a huge black armchair which was shaped oddly. He picked up the Daily Prophet and began to read the major headlines and Rita Skeeter's reports, which he found himself very fascinated with.
Pansy strolled over to him with a seductive smile on her face. Then snatching the newspaper away, she wrapped her legs around him and placed her arms around his neck, brining his face closer to hers.
"Baby I've missed you." She cooed softy in his ear.
Draco looked up and arched his eyebrow. Pansy's body language told her whole story. There was one thing she wanted and one thing only.
"Pansy I'm in no mood to fuck you tonight." Draco said with finality in his voice, while forcefully pushing Pansy off of him. She was like a blasted tick. Always sucking his blood, sticking to him like glue.
Pansy looked slightly disappointed at Draco's comment. She got up from the cold marble floor and slumped down onto the near by sofa and stared in the fire. Pansy was burning inside. She hated Draco with all her guts, but yet she still loved him, knowing that he'll never return her feelings.
She never did understand Draco. The way he did things, the way he showed his affection, or rather not show his affection, the way he hid secrets from her and played with her like a doll. Never showing true progress in a straight line, but only in his own way.
There was nothing more in the world she wanted than for him to return her love for him, for him to understand the depth of her love, but he would never do it. Whenever she got close to solving one of his mysteries, he'd cover up his tracks just like he always did. It was like trying to put together a puzzle but there would always be one piece missing.
They had fucked each other countless times, but never once had they made love. Pansy was his little bitch who was there at his beck and call. Draco would use her like a doll and put her back on the shelf.
"You make me feel like a slut", she whispered.
After a moment's silence Draco looked up at her and said "You do this to your self."
Surprized, Pansy looked at Draco.
"All this shit that I go thorough is because of you," She screamed. "You have no idea what pain you've brought me."
Keeping his cool demeanor, Draco snarled "You have no idea what pain is Parkinson." He knew better than to let Pansy get to him.
She looked at him with innocent eyes brimming with tears. "Fuck you, Draco!" she said, her voice suddenly becoming dangerous
"You may feel this way now, but it'll only be a matter of time till you come running back to me." Draco finished. Then throwing the newspaper in her face, he turned his back and left.
Pansy buried her head in her hands and let the tears she had been fighting back drop out her eyes. It was true. In a matter of two days she would be back on his side, his Slytherin slut forever more. She had to face it. What would life be like with out her "Drakie." Draco was like a drug, she just couldn't get enough of him, but what she failed to realize is that addiction can be deadly. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ** * * * ** ** * *
Draco waltzed through the dungeon hallways and onto the main level, stomping on some first years in the process. No one dared to protest simply because it was Malfoy, the one who looked down upon you. He was simply bigger and much better than the rest of the Hogwarts population.
Walking up the main steps, Draco realized that it was getting dark which meant it was time for him to make an appearance at the secret meeting held in the Forbidden Forest. He raced up the steps and into his bed chambers, grabbing his long, black hooded robe in the process.
Like a busy bee, Draco rushed to the cabinet where he hid his Penesive and wand. After retrieving the items necessary he made a hasty exit, leaving his door to the cabinet with his Penesive and his room door slightly open.
Once he was outside Draco put on his hooded robe, that was similar to the one Lucius wore to Death-eater meetings. It was a brisk evening. The indigo skies sparkled with stars that shine like diamonds. Most would consider it a lovely night despite the temperature.
Draco took a second to take in the beauty of the night. Looking over the grassy tops of the massive trees that covered most of the forest's area, Draco could see the thick clouds of fog which always gave the forest an eerie aurora.
Before departing the school grounds, Draco checked to see if the area was clear of any interfering people. There was no one around, which was very likely. However, it wouldn't hurt to check to make sure Potter and his crew of sleuths wasn't running around the school grounds after dark trying to solve another mystery that puzzled the ministry and somehow saved the lives of many wizards.
As the cautious Malfoy neared the forest, he could hear the echos of mystical creatures of all sorts. Draco walked into the forest with ease. There was not a sign of fear etched across his handsome face. He had seen and experienced many things in his life time that could never compare to the spooks in the mysterious forest.
Draco made his way thorough the dark area until he got to the heart of the forest. In the distance he could see another figure with a cloak similar to his.
However, this person was much taller than his father. As the hooded figure heard the footsteps getting louder it turned to come face to face with the younger Malfoy, who he had much pleasure in meeting. He could just imagine the boy in a few years taking the place of Voldemort.
He would be a lovely successor indeed. As the figure looked into the young man's face he could see that the boy feared nothing which is an excellent quality.
"Draco how nice to see you." The figure exclaimed removing his hood with his big manly hands.
Upon seeing who it was Draco's relaxed his tense muscles. It was a long time friend of Lucius'- Macnair.
"Good evening Macnair, it's been a while." Draco replied.
"Yes it has young Malfoy, yes it has."
"I believe I last saw you at the ball we hosted in the summer at the manner."
"Yes, and correct me if I'm wrong I was supposed to meet you again at the last meeting but.."
"But I never showed up. I'm a busy man Macnair. Surely you've realized this by now." Draco replied slyly, completing Macnair's comment for him.
Macnair raised an eyebrow in astonishment. "Too busy for your own Lord?"
"If you want to put it that way then yes."
"Draco, you must not speak of the Dark Lord in that way. He is the most important thing in your world right now." He roared at the smart mouthed boy before of him.
"No, Macnair. He's the most important thing in YOUR life," Draco replied calmly emphasizing the "your" in his statement.
Stamping his foot in frustration, Macnair continued to mumble under his breath about how Draco was out of his wits. Macnair knew fully well that the boy was sensible, but also a bit of a rebel.
"What has he sent you for?" Draco asked.
"My Lord hasn't sent me to do anything. It's your father that asked me to deliver this to you," the executioner replied pulling out the elegant black velvet bag that Lucius had handed to him earlier.
Draco took the bag from Macnair with an inquisitive expression on his face.
"Open it. It's yours to keep."
Draco opened the bag and the dagger enclosed within the expensive velvet slid out and into Draco's hand. He looked at Macnair's excited face. "Was it really that big of a deal?" he asked himself. Before Draco had a chance to ask any questions, Macnair began to explain.
"Cleopatra's needle. This remarkable item has been passed down from generation to generation. It's probably been in the Malfoy family for two thousand years. A treasure, you ask, yes indeed. Take good care of this, Draco. Store this away somewhere safe. Put a protection spells around the area if you have to. You must not let anyone get a hold of this dagger for it can cause devastation," There was urgency in his voice. But that soon transformed into total fascination.
"The biggest gem on the top stores the venom of a basilisk. The silver gem underneath signifies evil and the green signifies hatred."
Draco looked at his new gift. The shiny blade sparkled. He turned the dagger around and looked at his reflection, then averted his eyes to the handle of the knife. There were three large gems lined up vertically.
The first gem, the one in which the venom was stored, was blood red and diamond shaped. The second gem was slightly smaller than the first and circular. The silver, circular gem was encrusted with white diamonds around the edge. The last gem, the smallest out of the three, was a lovely shade of green. It too was circular and encrusted with diamonds around the edge.
There were two serpents that looped their scalely bodies around the smaller gems, in the shape of an S, each time they would intersect with each other. The heads were positioned on either side of the largest gem, facing each other. Draco was simply enamored with its beauty
Cleopatra's needle, clearly meant for horrible deeds, was an antique item worth praising. It was like a precious stone lost for a great deal of time and most gratefully found.
Looking up at Macnair, Draco asked "Why is it me that he trusts to keep this?"
"He didn't say."
Draco looked at the knife once more and chuckled a bit before responding,
"Of course he wouldn't. That bastard works in mysterious ways." Macnair gave Draco a disapproving look.
"He has a lot of faith in you, Draco. Don't disappoint him" Macnair added.
"No. Lucius does not have any faith in me or my mother, well at least not the Lucius I've known all my life."
"Draco--"
"The perfect father, a successful right hand man to Lord Voldemort, a loving and caring husband, a rich respectable pureblood. Is that the Lucius you know Macnair?"
He didn't answer which angered Draco.
"Is it? Answer me. Is that the Lucius you know and trust with your life." he roared.
"Watch your tone boy." Macnair warned.
"He's not what he seems to be. And for this I don't respect him." Draco continued with a menacing tone.
"ENOUGH!!" Macnair yelled so loudly that the immobile leaves in the tree shook. "I've had enough of this for tonight."
"Can't handle the truth can you?" Draco inquired with a smirk on his face.
"What truth Draco, these lies that you tell? This is what you call the truth?"
"You'll see in time." Draco replied to the burly man turning his back on him.
As soon as Macnair was out of site Draco began to head back to the castle. They would see in time, what a conniving, heartless, bitch Lucius was. He gained their trust and friendship and then used each and every naive one of them.
The ones who were too smart to fall into Lucius' grips were his closest friends with whom he carried out his sick torture sessions all to please the Dark Lord. What they failed to realize is that one day he'll turn right around and bite them in the ass. Just like the beautiful looking snake on Cleopatra's needle would.
Lucius would watch them burn with humiliation and laugh right in their faces, he would hurl nasty comments at them on their death beds, he would have no problem killing them if they stopped him in his journey to the top. That was the real Lucius Malfoy. It's amazing what the thirst for power can do to you.
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Hermione stepped into her chambers with thoughts of her with Ginny conversation still on her mind. The thought of being in love made her dizzy with fear. Her head was spinning. There were many unanswered questions plaguing her mind.
As Hermione climbed up the steps to enter her room she stopped dead in her tracks and asked her self, "Am I incapable of loving someone?" The very thought of it scared her.
Dismissing the horrors of her disturbing thoughts, Hermione stepped into her chambers and changed into her red flannel pajamas. Having nothing better to do, the confused Gryffindor curled up on her couch in the common room with a new book on Ancient Runes.
She was getting into her book until she felt a gush of wind and a door creak. Looking up she saw that Malfoy's room door was slightly open. She got up to close the door, but Crookshanks was faster.
"Crookshanks!" she hissed still standing outside the room. The feisty cat dashed into Malfoy's room completely ignoring Hermione's protests. Crookshanks prowled around Malfoy's room with fascination. Hermione called the stubborn feline until she realized that he wasn't coming back. She had two options: go get the cat or leave him in there to shred Malfoy's sheets.
Even though the second option was more appealing, she wouldn't want to experience the wrath of Malfoy once he returned. Cautiously she stepped into the room and crept up behind the cat who sat on top of Malfoy's working desk.
Another step and Hermione would have Crookshanks, but unfortunately Crookshanks sensed her coming near and dashed out the room, leaving behind a very heated Hermione. Fustrated, she planned to exit the room, until she spotted a bright white light, that reminded her of a ray of heavenly light.
Curiousity took over and Hermione walked over to find the source if the light. It was coming from a shallow basin with strange carvings. The only carving she could decipher was the carving of a dragon.
Enthralled with the basin itself, Hermione began to run her fingers along the carvings. There was a crash in the common room and then a loud meow, which caused Hermione to fall, almost taking the basin with her. It was only then when she discovered the liquid in the basin the slivery white liquid that rippled ever so gently. It reminded her of relaxing ocean tides.
Hermione looked at her reflection. Her long brown hair, her warm chocolate eyes, her fair skin, everything she hated. Her face, stripped of all make up revealed the innocent face of troubled woman who has yet to plunge into a life more corrupted than the one she was already living. Sometimes she wished she could end it all.
Gradually her reflection began to fade and the face of Draco Malfoy swirled up. The white liquid swirled again, showing a small boy with blond hair sleeping in his mother's lap, while she let tears slip out of her lovely eyes.
Then the vision of Lucius standing over Draco with a whip swirled up. Hermione watched the whip slice his pretty skin. He was bleeding from head to toe. She almost felt sorry for him, but reminded herself that the little snot nosed bitch probably did something to deserve it. When that vision vanished the liquid began to swirl rapidly like a whirlpool.
Just as she felt herself being sucked into the liquid, a cold arm slid around her waist. A warm mouth near her ear whispered, "Miss me?"
With out turning around she replied, "Not a damn bit."
"So get the fuck out." The voice whispered getting increasingly harsh. The cold arm around her waist gripped her harder.
Hermione turned around to meet the one man she wished could just die, Malfoy. His attire made her very suspicious. It's not everyday that you see a Hogwarts student in black hooded dementor looking robes. On Malfoy it was especially suspicious, considering his family's reputation.
Draco still had his arm wrapped around her waist. Their faces were so close that she could see the little specks of evil in his eyes and he could feel the heat radiating from under her nightwear.
For a moment they were both silent until Malfoy pushed her against the door, bringing them even closer than before. Draco placed one hand on the door and the other on her stomach.
"Care to explain why you were invading my privacy." He snarled.
"I wasn't, I just--i just--god damn it--just let me go!"
"I want an explanation first."
"I don't give a fuck what you want, Malfoy. I want you to, no I demand you to..." Hermione then became silent. Her eyes were fixed on the shallow bowl she was just looking into.
"Granger what the hell are......" Draco stopped in middle into his sentence.
His Pensieve was no longer hidden. He had no idea how much Granger had seen, but either way it wasn't good for her to know what really happened to him. He needed to do something to her to make her forget. She needed to be reprimanded and put in her place.
"First I find you in my room Granger, now I don't get an explanation. Is it that you want a favor from me?" Draco said with a seductive grin spreading across his face.
"Malfoy the only favor I want for you to go to hell!" she fired back.
"And I'll take you down into the fiery depths with me where you can be my hell bitch forever. We'll be just like Persephone and Hades. That's right Granger, your skank ass will be stuck with me. Don't get me wrong, I don't pity you, I pity myself, being stuck forever with a mudblood bitch like yourself. Even though with those nice firm set of breasts on your hourglass shape I wouldn't mind. You can take the place of Parkinson."
Draco said this with such ease while Hermione stood fuming with rage.
Draco leaned in and began to plant forbidden kisses on Hermione's neck which she didn't fight. When he reached the base of her neck, Draco bit down hard causing Hermione pain. It felt as though he was drawing blood form he neck and sucking it in. Hermione slid down the door and onto her knees, touching the tender spot where Malfoy had just bitten her.
"Now there's something you can show your boyfriends tomorrow." Draco said sarcastically before throwing Hermione outside of the room. Before he slammed the door in her face, Malfoy bid Hermione good night in his own little elaborate way.
" Goodnight Granger. Forget me not tonight. Sweet dreams."
