Disclaimer: Yet again I must declare, I do NOT have power over the Harry Potter series.
My viewers, if I have any, I am really sorry this is taking forever, but come on, it's Christmas hols.
Chapter 3 – Wheels are turning
You ask me why I tell you this. I tell you because I have lost my one reason to conceal this story. "Reporter" they call you, no you are more than a reporter, you are a mudblood. And still I let my life pour out of me onto your scroll, scratched by your quill. I will save you from my desolate ramblings, on with my sad story.
For the second time that night I awoke from a pain-ridden darkness. Not wanting to draw attention to myself I kept my eyes closed. I wanted answers, and I wanted them then. Luckily my father had taught me well, I successfully overheard what I needed to. "My lord, do you find it wise to let the boy remain at Hogwarts? With Albus around, who knows what persuasion the boy could fall prey to." "Lucius, did I ask for your advice? No, I think not. I also suspect that you imagine the "boy" will fall to the light side. No, no, no Lucius. He is mine. You fool; did you not notice the collar around his slender neck? It draws him to me. He will never fall prey to persuasion. Idiot, get out of my site. I will tend to your son." "Yes my lord." I opened my eyes a fraction to see my father back away from Tom and hurry to a door near the rear of the room.
Voldemort then slowly emerged from the chair he so elegantly sat in. I realized he was walking towards me so I quickly snapped my eyes shut and tried to maintain steady breathing. "Young master Malfoy, don't try to deceive me. Rise from your feign sleep so I can see you fully." Obeying my lord, I quickly sat up to see a handsome young man sitting in front of me. "Draco, I can feel the presence of love within you. I once knew the feeling myself, and I know the way you look upon the face of Potter. I must warn you now though. Harry is mine, he has agreed to an eternity of power and lust. I will know if you touch him. I will know. Luckily your father is a faithful servant. Now you will be Harry's. I want you to wait on his hand and foot. If you don't you will be punished. Harry will also return with you to the common room, and to the rest of the school, you will be his master. But within the depths of slytherin, he will be yours. Are we clear on this?" "Yes my lord." I mumbled the same way I had heard my father do. "Good, prepare for your return."
He pulled me off the couch by my forearm and shoved towards the fireplace. He whipped out his wand and muttered an incantation. "Smouldereske." And then he blew on the tip of his wand. A flaming green blur flew at me and burned the shape of a kiss on my collarbone. "Something to remember me by." He spoke in a cruel high voice. Harry then strode in with stolen confidence. I winced to see that he had taken my smirks as well. "I'm ready Tom. Is Draco already to go? Well yes, by the looks of him I suppose he is." He quickly stole a kiss from Tom and walked through the flaming green fire. I followed in despair…
