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Chapter Six

Draco woke up early the next day and decided to go to breakfast early.

He slipped on his dress pants, white dress shirt, black vest, black socks, black shoes, and last, his black Slytherin robe. He then looked at himself in the mirror and made a face. His silky hair was a mess. He didn't feel like combing it back so he just combed it to where it laid on his face. (A/N: I think he looks better with his hair like in the third movie then combed back anyway. lol)

He walked back to his bed and pulled out his want from under his pillow. He then quietly walked out of the room, trying not to wake up the others.

As he slowly walked down the hall, he felt a sharp pain go through his body.

"Argg!" Draco yelled and fell to his knees. His body started to shiver and he couldn't control it. His body was so cold he felt like he was frozen. His limbs felt as if they were going to fall off. He couldn't move He had a hard time breathing.

What's happening to me? Draco thought as he used half his strength to try and stand up but failed.

"Draco?" Said a familiar voice behind him. "What are you doing on the floor out in the hall this early in the morning?" It was Crabbe and Goyle and a few other boys that heard him yell.

Draco didn't move. He couldn't move. His face started to go pale. He didn't feel so good.

"Draco?" Goyle placed his chubby hand on his shoulder.

Draco went back to normal. The ice that was building inside of him vanished. He looked up and his friend. Draco's eyes were black, but slowly changed back to his natural gray color.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Draco's mind that seemed to have been taken over was back. He looked at his friend with disgust.

"Nothing!" He growled. "I'm fine."

"You don't look very well." Crabbe started. "Are you sure you are all right."

"I'M FINE!" Draco yelled as he quickly got to his feet. "NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" He tried to take a step towards the stairs, but he suddenly tumbled to the ground. Once his limp body and the ground met, he blacked out.

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Draco opened his eyes and found himself laying on a very warm surface. He could hardly breath and keep his eyes open from all the burning steam.

Where am I? He thought as he tried to stand up. He felt inside his cloak for his wand but he couldn't find it. It was gone. He scanned the ground to see if he dropped it but all he could see was hot, black rock with lava and steam peaking out of the cracks. Where the bloody hell am I? He repeated as he struggled to he sore feet. He continued to search the hot ground for his wand he swore he dropped.

"Hello Draco Malfoy." Said a very deep, cold voice that was echoing all around him.

Draco jumped up and looked around for a person or thing that evil voice might belong to.

"Who's there?" He yelled, trying to sound brave.

"It's your future leader." Said the deep voice again.

"Who? Wait, where are you?" Draco's voice started to shake.

"Right in front of you." Draco looked up and suddenly a tall, black-cloaked man appeared with a hood that covered his face.

"Who are you?" Draco asked, but he had a feeling he already knew.

"Lord Voldemort of coarse." His evil voice sent shivers down Draco's hot, sweaty body.

"What do you want?" Draco asked wit fire growing in his eyes.

"I know what your up to." He said deeply.

Draco's angry face dropped to frightened again. "You do?"

"Yes I do." He started to walk towards Draco. Draco tried to move but he was frozen. "I know you are going out with that mudblood and if you want to become a Death Eater, you will have to kill her."

"I will never become a Death Eater." He spat. "I am not like my father."

"You are more like your father then you think, Draco Malfoy." He was lingering two feet away from Draco now. "You will become a Death Eater and you will start by killing your little girlfriend."

"How the bloody hell did you find out about us?" Draco stopped trying to move.

"The ring. The little heart ring told me everything."

"How?" Draco yelled.

"You bought it from a short, rat faced man who happens to be my sidekick. I had a feeling you were up to something, so I had my little servant sell you what you wanted. But little did you know, I jinxed it. I saw everything."

"But why?

"I was afraid I was going to lose a very good and powerful future Death eater to a stupid hopeless mudblood." Draco's hand balled up into a tight fist.

"I WILL NOT BECOME A DEATH EATER!" Draco barked.

"YES YOU WILL AND YOU WILL FOLLOW IN YOUR FATHERS FOOTSTEPS!" Voldemort raised his hands and magically lifted Draco off the ground.

Draco felt as if there were two burning hands around his tender neck. It felt as if they were burning through his flesh.

"Now, you will kill the mudblood or I will sent the two who almost did it before to do it. Peter Pettigrew and Bellatrix Lestranger are the two that attacked her before, and they could do it again."

Draco couldn't breath. He was on the verge of passing out, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. "NO!" He tried to yell as loud as he could but the burning only increased.

"No?" Voldemort said coldly. "You don't want them to do your dirty work for you? Ok, then how about I bring your little mudblood back from her deep sleep I put her in and you kill her."

Draco nodded, but he was lying. He wouldn't…couldn't ever even think about hurting Hermione. He loved her. But right now he had to pretend he didn't.

"Very good. I trust you Draco." Voldemort then let him go and he fell to the floor. "If you don't do it when I want you too then I will sent your father to kill you both. I have always known you were a sucker when it came to your death, so you will kill her or die."

"Yes sir." Draco struggled to his feet and did a pretend bow like he worshiped the evil thing. He was a sucker when it came to his death, but since it involves his only love, he will die for her. Seconds later, Voldemort was gone.

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Draco opened his eyes again to find he was on the floor in the hall again with all his friends around him. He still had a hard time breathing and his neck was throbbing and it still burned like hell.

"What happened Draco?" Said Goyle with a worried look on his ugly face. Draco's sweaty hair was sticking to his pale face and he couldn't talk. He opened his mouth but nothing came out, except warm, dark blood. "He's coughing up blood!" Draco could feel his body shaking, and jerking and Goyle was trying to hold him still. "Its ok Draco. Stay with me. Please stay with me." Goyle never cried before in front of people, not even Draco, and to his surprise, there was a cold tear trickling down his best friends pale face. Draco just stared into Goyle's pale, frightened eyes. He wanted to say something but he couldn't. Seconds later, Draco passed out.

"GO GET HELP!" Goyle yelled. Crabbe was the first to tumble down the stairs even before Goyle finished his sentence. "Draco! Stay with us. Everything will be all right. Help is coming."

A/N: Hey everyone. I hope you liked it. I know, it's a bit sad. Sorry. Anyway, if you love this story, you should read my other story called Made For Each Other. I think it is really good too. Well, the next chapter will be up soon so please be patient. Thanks again and please review on your way out.