Dislciamer: I do not own Harry Potter.. mwhaha
A/N I don't like this chapter at all : but hopefully you the reader will :) So enjoy reading! I think this is like.. a filler chapter.. or something... but it's not to my liking as a writer x.o Erm, there might be mistakes apparently I updated very late and my beta was super tired, so there might be mistakes :P
InuLorien Lol I'm glad I'm making you fall in love with Draco all over again :P yesh we shall see what happens to Harry Baby xD
ura-hd I'm glad this story sparks so much interest :D How does Draco feel for Harry? We'll have to see in later chapters the truth!
Thankies to Anny Pervert Snape and Mistress Vamp for reviewing as well :)
Walking into the room, you can see Voldemort sitting like a king, or a demon, in a green stone throne. The stone looks like a jade colour. Black drapes are above him, hanging down from a very high ceiling, looming over the snake-like creature before you.
Malfoy pushes you closer to him across the cold stone floor, and hits you with a profound slap. It doesn't hurt that bad, the sound was worse. You got the message though, and get down on your knees. You're not too sure why you're doing this, after all are you not the Boy Who Lived? Defeater of Voldemort time and time again?
Ha, if only the wizarding world could see you now, bowing to the one thing you hate with more passion then a wild fire rages on a parched field. You stare at the cold dusty floor, not looking up in case you lose your resolve to try and keep yourself alive for long enough to escape.
"Malfoy, you precede your father. I must say, obedience in such a short time." Voldemort says, in a low hissing voice you have learned to detest, and try to block out.
"Thank you Master." Malfoy responds. 'Thank you indeed. I've earned myself a number one trip to bastard's heaven.' you think, and hold in restraint to yell it at their faces and attempt suicide.
"I suggessst Malfoy, you take him to you quarters. I want him to be ready in a month." Voldemort hisses. Is that all? Is he letting you off the hook? Why would he do this? These are a few of the many questions running through your confused mind. There has to be a trick to this. You forget in your confusion that you need to maintain your mind barriers against Voldemort, and he somehow gets into your mind.
"Yes, parasite, there is a trick to this. But why let you in on it? Sssurprissses are so much more fun." Voldemort says, and laughs cold, malicious, and unforgiving laughs. This laugh doesn't intimidate you, like it probably is supposed to, it only annoys you. You shake it off, like you shake his presence out of your mind.
"It's powerful. Malfoy, be on your guard. We do not want missstakes thisss time." Voldemort warns, and Malfoy nods his head obediently. Good lapdog Malfoy makes, he can stand there and take orders, looking like a statue of some sort. Not that he's much of a statue when he's raping you, but that is not the point.
You don't look down, as if this is some sort of competition, but when Malfoy whirls you around you know, for now, it's a draw. You're not too sure if it's a good thing that you always lose the fight with a minion instead of the master, and it used to be you who would win all the fights with Malfoy too…
Being dragged out of the room, you are pushed up against the wall harshly once the entrance to Voldemort's throne room is closed with a loud clash. "Potter, you will not look into the Dark Lord's eyes ever again." Malfoy growls. You don't know what the problem is with it.
"Malfoy, if it affects his superiority in any way, inform me. I would hate to not be the cause of it." you snap back, receiving a hefty blow across the cheek. You know it's probably red, and you can taste a metallic sting in your mouth. Are you really a punching bag? Or is Malfoy just blind?
"Potter, shut up." he growls, and heaves you up from the wall and basically pushes you along the corridors, up a few flights of stairs, passing bare stone wall after bare stone, each screaming a lonely existence, with nothing but dark tales hidden in their make up. You want to snap back, but your mouth is stinging a little too much to want to move it.
He doesn't stop pushing you until you get to a set of doors, pitch black in colour. Could this room be as devoid of colour and emotion as Malfoy is? Your head screams yes as the door opens.
It's a shock to be met with dark blue walls and mahogany furniture littering the room. A large bed sits by a window, and it looks comfortable enough. The room is calming if anything. Malfoy pushes you to the floor, walking past you.
"Malfoy, could you be gentle? I'm not metal you know, I can break." you growl out, tired of being shoved around like some plush toy. Malfoy ignores you. You doubted he would have thought about it, and you know he hates you enough to not care if you're able to get a few broken bones or not.
"Potter, I couldn't care less if you're metal or not." Malfoy finally replies, after lying down on the bed, and spreading his limbs around on top of the mattress.
"Yeah, well, unlike you, I'm no stone statue." you growl out, and you didn't realize that this matter was something you shouldn't have touched. He gets up slowly, like a predator, with a fire in his eyes that cannot be smothered. How angry he is you don't know.
He picks you up off the floor, and shoves you into a wall roughly. You feel a pain shoot up your spine, but you're angry as well. You're tired of being shoved around like a rag doll. "Ow! Malfoy lemme go!" you cry out, trying to kick him away with your feet, and missing his body by about a mile.
He moves his face closer to you and you stop struggling, staring into his eyes. Maybe they aren't as emotionless as you imagined. No, that could not be. This is Malfoy, and he's a heartless bastard. At least that's what you have to keep telling yourself.
He brushes his lips across yours, and you wonder if this is going to be a reoccurring thing. Then, he backs away, picking you up and throwing you onto the bed. He waves his wand around the bed. You recognize the spell, a spell that places borders on an object.
You will stay on the bed, and nothing will be able to get onto the bed until you are freed from Malfoy. "Don't go anywhere Potter." Malfoy says, and lets himself out of the room. He looks as if he'd as won a small battle. Maybe he has; after all, he's managed to capture you.
Whatever Voldemort wants with you, you have a feeling it won't be good. And if you stay with Malfoy you know you're going to go insane with boredom.
You are being shaken awake, and when you open your eyes you see Severus Snape standing over you with Draco Malfoy by his side. You feel anger at the fact he is still alive and most of all, you feel very angry that he could do this to the Order, betray them.
"YOU BASTARD!" you shout, feeling destructive. Malfoy suddenly gets on top of you and holds you down making sure you don't succeed in killing Severus. You try to get Malfoy off you, you'll kill him later. You manage to get an arm out of his grip but it begins a war of who can get away fast enough.
Unfortunately, it ends with Severus casting a body bind spell on you. You feel your muscles clench up, and even though your mind is working, your body won't respond. It's as if you're being trapped in your own body, decidedly worse then being trapped on a bed for an hour.
"Mr. Potter, I would love to stay for what you seem to think is chit-chat, but I have to take a blood sample. So I will be getting on with it." Severus said, and you try so hard to get away, but your body won't respond.
A silver needled, ready to take in blood with its sharp point comes closer to your arm, Malfoy lifts up you arm for the needle to puncture your skin. It doesn't hurt, maybe a little prick, but its rather disturbing to watch the red liquid fill into the needle.
You feel the needle leave your skin, and Malfoy places a cotton swab on the puncture in your skin, holding it in place. Severus takes the blood and slips it into his robe. "Our Master will be pleased with this." Severus says, and Malfoy nods.
Once Snape is out of the room, Malfoy releases you from the body bind and you quickly move to strangle him. Only, he seems to be able to move faster then you around his room and you stub your toe on a desk, screaming out in pain as you fall onto a chair, cradling your toe.
It hurts, not as bad as other pain you've felt, but it hurts. Malfoy is laughing, full bursts of laughter. "I'm glad you find such pleasure in my pain." you snap at him, glaring at his throat and wanting nothing but to close your hands around it.
Malfoy just stares at you, amusement in his cold gray eyes. He looks truly amused, not just mocking you, but amused. 'Are all death eaters this fucked up?' you think, but you know the answers yes. They crave power, that's all they crave.
Malfoy walks up to you, and picks you up off of the chair. "Potter, when you're not trying to attempt my death, you amuse me." Malfoy states, and carries you to the bed. He seems to be planning to rape you nightly, only problem is you're starting to go along with this easier then you did at first.
Review! I know this is kinda choppy.. and I don't like it, but just tell me whatchya thought :P