A/N: Firstly, as always, I would like to thank everyone who is reading this fic, and extra thanks to my reviewers.

I did make an attempt to write a long chapter sixteen but I just wasn't pleased with what I was writing so I cut it shorter and fingers crossed inspiration will strike for chapter seventeen. It's really annoying when I sit in front of the computer for hours, trying to work out how to continue the sentence, so in the end I gave up, and decided to post what little I did come up with.

I hope you all enjoy it anyways and please review and give me your thoughts or comments.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Hate. It coursed through his veins like fire. He glared up at the man in front of him, not bothering to hide look of anger, which had contorted his features. He wanted to punch him, scream and shout at him, Draco wanted to knock that smug expression right off the bastards face. But instead he sat silently on the cold stone floor observing the room around him, whilst waiting for his father to speak. He couldn't work out where they were, however one thing was for sure; they were no longer in Hogwarts School.

"You repulse me Draco," Lucius spat, gently fingering a small bottle in his hand whilst choosing his next words carefully, so as to ensure they contained the perfect amount of malaise and spite. After all, Lucius prided himself on being a perfectionist in all aspects of his life. "I hear you're screwing that mudblood now," he smirked, "I never thought even you would become that desperate".

It took all the self-control Draco could muster to restrain himself from attacking the older Malfoy. Lucius regarded him calmly, waiting to see if he had gotten a reaction, however when Draco remained silent, he continued his verbal torment.

"It's such a shame I'm going to have to kill the little slut," he smirked casually, "you have betrayed me Draco, and you have betrayed the Dark Lord, and for that, you will have to pay. However, I have a little proposition for you," he said, enjoying playing with the boys mind. "If you kill your little mudblood, I will let you live".

With these words, Draco used all of his energy to stand on his feet, so he could look into his fathers eyes. "I guess," he whispered, "some things are worth dying for," and before he could contemplate his thoughts he spat at the man whom as a child he had feared so much.

"ENOUGH!" Lucius roared, striking Draco hard with the back of his hand, causing him to fall to the floor once more. "You had your chance boy. I'm going to enjoy killing both of you".

He gently uncorked the small bottle which he had been holding, "Let's see if we can make this more interesting shall we?" he sneered, plucking one of Draco's perfect blond hairs and dropping it into the Polyjuice potion. Draco watched in horror as the man before him drank the potion, smashing the glass bottle on the floor once he had finished. Small shards of glass cut into the boy's arms, causing him to flinch, however, not once did he take his eyes off his father.

The man momentarily doubled over in pain, as a burning sensation rushed through him, it was as though his skin her on fire, melting as it were. And yet, through it all, he managed to keep his usual stern expression. The next time he looked up at his son, Draco gasped in horror. It was as though he were looking in a mirror. Lucius arranged Draco's features into a smirk as he slid a silver knife into his pocket and raised his wand, squarely at his son's chest.

"Polyjuice potion," the older Malfoy smirked, "an ingenious plan if I do say so myself. Not only do I get to kill the mudblood. But she dies thinking it was you who killed her," cold laughter echoed around the empty room. "Crucio," he snarled at last, taking great pleasure from watching his son suffer. Small moans escaped the boy's lips, however they went unnoticed as he began to shake uncontrollably.

"Try saving your little mudblood now," Lucius snarled, lifting his wand, releasing the boy from the curse. He turned to leave, gracefully walking out of the room in his son's body. He had to be quick before the potion wore off.

Draco Malfoy lay alone in the cold room, unconscious once more, unable to do anything to save his princess.