A/N: Hullo everyone. Sorry it took so very long, I finally finished up all
my required summer reading and was able to write. So, here ya go *passes
around the Chocolate Covered Dracos* Enjoy! Melts in your mouth, not in
your hand! Thank you for all the lovely lovely reviews, they give me a
warm fuzzy feeling inside.
Draco was practically shaking by the time he slowly trudged from his room. This brought to mind all of his father's tirades about how Potter would have mad a much better son than useless Draco was. With that thought burning in his mind he squared his shoulders and walked resolutely down the stairs.
When he reached the bottom, Narcissa appeared. Draco followed her into the library. She shut the door behind him as soon as he entered. Draco could see the top of a head sitting in a chair, in front of an empty fireplace.
"Draco, come sit by the fire with me," said a voice that was both inviting and unspeakably cruel. As Draco stepped forward a fire roared to life in the hearth. He gasped at the suddenness, and heard a cold chuckle come from the chair. Resisting the urge to scuff his feet, Draco walked to the second seat and slowly sat. Opposite him was a man made of nightmares. Long, thin, white lips were twisted into either a snarl or a rather painful grin. Glaring red eyes mocked Draco from beneath coal black eyebrows. The nose made the face more serpent-like than human. But all this combined with pitch-black hair and a long black robe turned out to be overdone. What could have been horrifying turned into something more akin to a B-list movie vampire. Draco realized this and found if he concentrated on the whole effect, he could breathe. His mind cleared and his shaking stopped. What had he been afraid of?
"Ahh, you truly are your father's son, you look just like him," the Dark Lord said in the same cruel-warm voice. Draco started to reply, but was cut off, now by the same voice, but lacking warmth. "No, you will only speak when I ask a direct question. Listen and obey, or suffer pain and death." Draco's eyebrows rose at this. He had never been one to sit in humble obedience. But then again, here he was in front of the world's most powerful Dark wizard, who was quite capable of some of the more painful Dark magic. He was content to listen.
"The last Plan went horrible awry. Potter, his schoolmates, and Dumbledore's Order forced us into the sight of the Ministry and the world. We no longer have the element of surprise, nor do we have the prophecy," he stopped and stared through Draco, as if he were not there.
"Ah, but what we do still have is Harry Potter. No, no, not here, not now. But we will, now that we have the means. And he will destroy himself and all he holds dear." Draco thought this was rather idiotic, to keep on the Potter-thread. I mean honestly, he's beaten or escaped you what five times now?
"Yes, now we have the means, through you and your mother. Did you know the infamous Sirius Black was Potter's godfather?" Voldemort asked sharply.
"Uh, no, no I didn't, my Lord," Draco replied, confused by this change of subject.
"Yes, he was a great friend of James Potter in school and now he's dead and gone." Potter's godfather, the Sirius Black was dead? Could that be why Har-damn it-Potter was crying?
"Yes, killed during the last fight. And who should Black be related too? Why none other than your lovely mother! Do you see where this is headed boy?" Draco shook his head mutely; he could see no relevance to the Potter situation.
"Slow, very slow. Fine, I shall explain this web to you very slowly as well," he spat out.
"At this very moment Potter's Aunt and Uncle are his legal guardians. As long as he is with them I cannot tough him. But, if something should happen to those muggles, there are several legal documents saying young Harry would be under the care of one Sirius Black. But now Black is out of the picture. SO what now happens to Potter, should his Muggles die?" Draco was still very lost.
"Your mother has made an amazing turn around, did you know? She has publicly renounced me, oh yes, and there have been several attempts on her life by Death Eaters because of her traitorous ways. Oh yes, she has played her part so well that Dumbledore himself has given her his help. Any ideas yet, boy?" Draco could almost see the bridge, but not quite. He shook his head, again.
"Tsk, tsk, Narcissa said you were intelligent! So, now, let's pretend Harry's aunt and uncle have been taken care of, the way all Muggles should be. Legally, where does Harry go? Perhaps to Sirius Black's cousin? The cousin who was so distraught over Black's death she "came to her senses" and now has the trust of Dumbledore? The cousin who is giving such wonderful information about the Death Eaters to the Order? The cousin who is a...rather accomplished actress?" Draco was starting to catch on. His mother had done all this without his knowledge?
"Ah yes, finally a spark of comprehension. Well, Narcissa had made it clear to Dumbledore that she and her son wish to make amends with dear Harry for all her husband did. And the foolish old man believes her. So now that you finally grasp the background threads, on to weaving the web of the future. Onto the Plan," Voldemort's eyes were gleaming even redder in the firelight now, making him look rather maniacal and rather insane. But, Draco was now very scared and very excited about what his part would be.
"Now, what do we want from Harry Potter," Voldemort asked thoughtfully. "Well, obviously, I want revenge and I want him dead. Those two go quite well together. But what else does Harry have that I want?
"He has the key to his own demise. I'm quite sure Dumbledore will have told Potter, finally, exactly what his destiny is. He will have told Potter about the Prophecy. So, now I can't get my hands on the copy, but I can get it from Harry. And all my desires will be fulfilled. I will have my revenge on Potter, and Dumbledore, and will get the Prophecy and then his use will be gone and I can kill him."
"And you, Draco, are the key. I cannot go down to the Muggle world and abduct Harry myself, nor any of my Death Eaters. All will be caught by the trap of family blood or Dumbledore's spies."
"Narcissa has suggested to Dumbledore that perhaps you could make amends with Harry in her place. Dumbledore adored this idea, he so wants you and Harry to kiss and make up. And Dumbledore, being the noble minded person that he is, thought that if you were to go to the Dursleys' with Harry, well then you would also benefit from the same protection Harry does."
"So, in three days you are going to Surrey to stay with Harry Potter. You will make amends, you will gain Harry's trust, you will become his friend," Draco started to shake his head, no. Friends with Potter? And then his treacherous mind brought back the image of Potter, naked on his broomstick. and Draco made no reply to this statement.
"You will stay there for one week, and then, surprise surprise; there will be a Death Eater attack. You and Harry will miraculously escape, but you will not be able to save the Dursleys, poor Muggles. You and he will fly back to the Manor, and there he will stay with you and Narcissa, under the "protection" of Dumbledore." Draco could not do this- befriend Potter? Kill Muggles? Save Har.Potter? No, it was too much.
"NO! I won't! I can't be friends with Potter! Can't live in a Muggle house for that long! Can't save Potter! NO! I won't!" he yelled at Voldemort.
"Don't you dare disobey me, Malfoy!" Voldemort screamed back. "Crucio!"
Pain like he had never imagined coursed through Draco. He had been beaten before, punched, cut, bruised, but this was nothing. His bones were melting; his skin was flaming; every part of him was dying a truly painful death. And then it all stopped. The pain was gone, he was whole. Dazed he looked up at Voldemort from the rug, trapped under the overturned chair. "And that is just a taste of what I can do to you. Do not disobey me again, Malfoy, for next time it will be death, slowly and painfully," with that Voldemort disapparated, leaving Draco trapped and crying beneath a heavy leather chair.
Two days later:
Draco was standing in front of his wardrobe, staring at his clothes. Why had he never noticed his clothing deficiency before? He had always been well dressed, but now any clothes he thought he looked good in seemed to have disappeared. And now he didn't have time to buy a completely new wardrobe as he was leaving in about half a day. He couldn't look sloppy in front of Potter. Not that he wanted to impress him, of course not. He just had to keep his standards up, to make Potter feel bad about himself. Yes, that was it, of course. He summoned a house elf.
"Reinwald," he said sharply. "Please take these things and make them over. I want them to look new and I want them by tomorrow morning. I don't care how you do it, but do." He made a vague dismissing motion and went back to staring at his clothes.
Departure:
House elves were useful things to have around. Reinwald had taken all the clothing Draco had given him and changed it completely. He now had a rather nice selection of rather hip Muggle clothing. This would throw Potter into the gutter.like his mind had been lately. Last night, Draco had had some rather, err, explicit dreams. The stress of obeying Voldemort was killing him, it couldn't be anything else. Once he arrived at Potter's house, all this would stop and he could get down and dirty.err.bad phrasing. he could put Potter in his place. With that thought he put the rest of his clothes in the suitcases and summoned a house elf to take them downstairs. It was time to go.
He walked downstairs and out the front door. With a kiss on the cheek for his mother, he got in the carriage that would take him to the Muggle train station. The traveling bit was spent thinking about his orders. He knew what to do. He was to wait for the signal on the seventh day, then on the pretext of investigating a noise he would go downstairs and "find" the Death Eaters. Instead he would stun the Dursleys, so they would be easy clean up for the Death Eaters who would come later. Then he would go upstairs, warn Potter of the imminent danger and they would flee to Malfoy Manor. Then he had two weeks of Voldemort free time in which to win Harry's trust and find out the Prophecy. And then he was done, get the prophecy and he could get out, go back to being Potter's enemy. That was all.
And then the taxi he was riding in pulled up to number 4, Privet Drive.
A/N: Hullo again, well that's that, I know, sadness, just more talking. But, next chapter will involve Draco and Harry in person. Perhaps we shall even see a little *ahem* sometin sometin. Ya never know, of course.reviews greatly enhance the writing speed and amount of smut. Just an FYI
Draco was practically shaking by the time he slowly trudged from his room. This brought to mind all of his father's tirades about how Potter would have mad a much better son than useless Draco was. With that thought burning in his mind he squared his shoulders and walked resolutely down the stairs.
When he reached the bottom, Narcissa appeared. Draco followed her into the library. She shut the door behind him as soon as he entered. Draco could see the top of a head sitting in a chair, in front of an empty fireplace.
"Draco, come sit by the fire with me," said a voice that was both inviting and unspeakably cruel. As Draco stepped forward a fire roared to life in the hearth. He gasped at the suddenness, and heard a cold chuckle come from the chair. Resisting the urge to scuff his feet, Draco walked to the second seat and slowly sat. Opposite him was a man made of nightmares. Long, thin, white lips were twisted into either a snarl or a rather painful grin. Glaring red eyes mocked Draco from beneath coal black eyebrows. The nose made the face more serpent-like than human. But all this combined with pitch-black hair and a long black robe turned out to be overdone. What could have been horrifying turned into something more akin to a B-list movie vampire. Draco realized this and found if he concentrated on the whole effect, he could breathe. His mind cleared and his shaking stopped. What had he been afraid of?
"Ahh, you truly are your father's son, you look just like him," the Dark Lord said in the same cruel-warm voice. Draco started to reply, but was cut off, now by the same voice, but lacking warmth. "No, you will only speak when I ask a direct question. Listen and obey, or suffer pain and death." Draco's eyebrows rose at this. He had never been one to sit in humble obedience. But then again, here he was in front of the world's most powerful Dark wizard, who was quite capable of some of the more painful Dark magic. He was content to listen.
"The last Plan went horrible awry. Potter, his schoolmates, and Dumbledore's Order forced us into the sight of the Ministry and the world. We no longer have the element of surprise, nor do we have the prophecy," he stopped and stared through Draco, as if he were not there.
"Ah, but what we do still have is Harry Potter. No, no, not here, not now. But we will, now that we have the means. And he will destroy himself and all he holds dear." Draco thought this was rather idiotic, to keep on the Potter-thread. I mean honestly, he's beaten or escaped you what five times now?
"Yes, now we have the means, through you and your mother. Did you know the infamous Sirius Black was Potter's godfather?" Voldemort asked sharply.
"Uh, no, no I didn't, my Lord," Draco replied, confused by this change of subject.
"Yes, he was a great friend of James Potter in school and now he's dead and gone." Potter's godfather, the Sirius Black was dead? Could that be why Har-damn it-Potter was crying?
"Yes, killed during the last fight. And who should Black be related too? Why none other than your lovely mother! Do you see where this is headed boy?" Draco shook his head mutely; he could see no relevance to the Potter situation.
"Slow, very slow. Fine, I shall explain this web to you very slowly as well," he spat out.
"At this very moment Potter's Aunt and Uncle are his legal guardians. As long as he is with them I cannot tough him. But, if something should happen to those muggles, there are several legal documents saying young Harry would be under the care of one Sirius Black. But now Black is out of the picture. SO what now happens to Potter, should his Muggles die?" Draco was still very lost.
"Your mother has made an amazing turn around, did you know? She has publicly renounced me, oh yes, and there have been several attempts on her life by Death Eaters because of her traitorous ways. Oh yes, she has played her part so well that Dumbledore himself has given her his help. Any ideas yet, boy?" Draco could almost see the bridge, but not quite. He shook his head, again.
"Tsk, tsk, Narcissa said you were intelligent! So, now, let's pretend Harry's aunt and uncle have been taken care of, the way all Muggles should be. Legally, where does Harry go? Perhaps to Sirius Black's cousin? The cousin who was so distraught over Black's death she "came to her senses" and now has the trust of Dumbledore? The cousin who is giving such wonderful information about the Death Eaters to the Order? The cousin who is a...rather accomplished actress?" Draco was starting to catch on. His mother had done all this without his knowledge?
"Ah yes, finally a spark of comprehension. Well, Narcissa had made it clear to Dumbledore that she and her son wish to make amends with dear Harry for all her husband did. And the foolish old man believes her. So now that you finally grasp the background threads, on to weaving the web of the future. Onto the Plan," Voldemort's eyes were gleaming even redder in the firelight now, making him look rather maniacal and rather insane. But, Draco was now very scared and very excited about what his part would be.
"Now, what do we want from Harry Potter," Voldemort asked thoughtfully. "Well, obviously, I want revenge and I want him dead. Those two go quite well together. But what else does Harry have that I want?
"He has the key to his own demise. I'm quite sure Dumbledore will have told Potter, finally, exactly what his destiny is. He will have told Potter about the Prophecy. So, now I can't get my hands on the copy, but I can get it from Harry. And all my desires will be fulfilled. I will have my revenge on Potter, and Dumbledore, and will get the Prophecy and then his use will be gone and I can kill him."
"And you, Draco, are the key. I cannot go down to the Muggle world and abduct Harry myself, nor any of my Death Eaters. All will be caught by the trap of family blood or Dumbledore's spies."
"Narcissa has suggested to Dumbledore that perhaps you could make amends with Harry in her place. Dumbledore adored this idea, he so wants you and Harry to kiss and make up. And Dumbledore, being the noble minded person that he is, thought that if you were to go to the Dursleys' with Harry, well then you would also benefit from the same protection Harry does."
"So, in three days you are going to Surrey to stay with Harry Potter. You will make amends, you will gain Harry's trust, you will become his friend," Draco started to shake his head, no. Friends with Potter? And then his treacherous mind brought back the image of Potter, naked on his broomstick. and Draco made no reply to this statement.
"You will stay there for one week, and then, surprise surprise; there will be a Death Eater attack. You and Harry will miraculously escape, but you will not be able to save the Dursleys, poor Muggles. You and he will fly back to the Manor, and there he will stay with you and Narcissa, under the "protection" of Dumbledore." Draco could not do this- befriend Potter? Kill Muggles? Save Har.Potter? No, it was too much.
"NO! I won't! I can't be friends with Potter! Can't live in a Muggle house for that long! Can't save Potter! NO! I won't!" he yelled at Voldemort.
"Don't you dare disobey me, Malfoy!" Voldemort screamed back. "Crucio!"
Pain like he had never imagined coursed through Draco. He had been beaten before, punched, cut, bruised, but this was nothing. His bones were melting; his skin was flaming; every part of him was dying a truly painful death. And then it all stopped. The pain was gone, he was whole. Dazed he looked up at Voldemort from the rug, trapped under the overturned chair. "And that is just a taste of what I can do to you. Do not disobey me again, Malfoy, for next time it will be death, slowly and painfully," with that Voldemort disapparated, leaving Draco trapped and crying beneath a heavy leather chair.
Two days later:
Draco was standing in front of his wardrobe, staring at his clothes. Why had he never noticed his clothing deficiency before? He had always been well dressed, but now any clothes he thought he looked good in seemed to have disappeared. And now he didn't have time to buy a completely new wardrobe as he was leaving in about half a day. He couldn't look sloppy in front of Potter. Not that he wanted to impress him, of course not. He just had to keep his standards up, to make Potter feel bad about himself. Yes, that was it, of course. He summoned a house elf.
"Reinwald," he said sharply. "Please take these things and make them over. I want them to look new and I want them by tomorrow morning. I don't care how you do it, but do." He made a vague dismissing motion and went back to staring at his clothes.
Departure:
House elves were useful things to have around. Reinwald had taken all the clothing Draco had given him and changed it completely. He now had a rather nice selection of rather hip Muggle clothing. This would throw Potter into the gutter.like his mind had been lately. Last night, Draco had had some rather, err, explicit dreams. The stress of obeying Voldemort was killing him, it couldn't be anything else. Once he arrived at Potter's house, all this would stop and he could get down and dirty.err.bad phrasing. he could put Potter in his place. With that thought he put the rest of his clothes in the suitcases and summoned a house elf to take them downstairs. It was time to go.
He walked downstairs and out the front door. With a kiss on the cheek for his mother, he got in the carriage that would take him to the Muggle train station. The traveling bit was spent thinking about his orders. He knew what to do. He was to wait for the signal on the seventh day, then on the pretext of investigating a noise he would go downstairs and "find" the Death Eaters. Instead he would stun the Dursleys, so they would be easy clean up for the Death Eaters who would come later. Then he would go upstairs, warn Potter of the imminent danger and they would flee to Malfoy Manor. Then he had two weeks of Voldemort free time in which to win Harry's trust and find out the Prophecy. And then he was done, get the prophecy and he could get out, go back to being Potter's enemy. That was all.
And then the taxi he was riding in pulled up to number 4, Privet Drive.
A/N: Hullo again, well that's that, I know, sadness, just more talking. But, next chapter will involve Draco and Harry in person. Perhaps we shall even see a little *ahem* sometin sometin. Ya never know, of course.reviews greatly enhance the writing speed and amount of smut. Just an FYI
