HI again thank you to my one reviewer so far (though it has only been a few hours I can't exactly expect many) - Kesler, virtual cookies for you, I'm glad you like it
A hiss in his ear brought Draco out of his thoughts and back into reality.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he queried, cold grey eyes so like his own resting upon the body of the pretty witch.
"This is what the dark lord works so hard for, isn't it wonderful? It's things like this that make you all the more grateful for what he is trying to do." he continued
"yes father" Draco said quietly, knowing there could be no other answer.
The next night found him still out of Hogwarts, as his father had decided to keep him for the weekend. He was now wandering the grounds of Malfoy Manor, in whose very forest the pretty witch had died only the night before. Passing through the trees, velvety darkness engulfed the young Slytherin as he searched for the clearing where the previous nights exploits had taken place. He didn't even know why he was, or where it was. He hadn't even known it was the Malfoy Manor forest until he had left it, supposedly to go to sleep. But sleep was the last thing he got; he couldn't stop thinking about her. Lost in his thoughts, he tripped on an exposed tree root, landing unceremoniously face first on the ground. Grumbling to himself, he got up and brushed the leaves off his clothes, and looked around. It was the clearing from the night before. He was almost disappointed to find that it was empty, with no sign of there ever having been a death eater gathering or the murder of an innocent witch, though it was Draco's guess that last night was not the first of either of those things to take place there. Sitting in the leaves covering the forest floor, he just stared at the ground in front of him, and thought. Something he seemed to be doing to much of lately. It was almost funny that the thing that his father had been so confident would strengthen his faith in the dark lord, had only served to completely destroy it. A glint of scarlet caught his attention from across the clearing, barely noticeable among the leaves. He got up and went over to clear away the foliage and held up a slightly worn piece of scarlet ribbon, that just last night, had held back the long hair of the unnamed witch. He ran the length of the silky ribbon through his hands and tucked it into his pocket. It was something he would always keep, if only to remember her and to remember why he could never be what his father wanted him to be.
"Thank you" he whispered softly. Draco didn't really know who he was thanking, maybe just thanking god that he had come to realize how badly he had been mistaken, but more likely thanking the pretty witch who had sacrificed her life on a starry night.
A/N: ok I know this is really really really short but the next one will be much much longer and back at Hogwarts, I just wanted to get this little event out of the way.