Chapter Twenty-Seven

Alone, Draco Malfoy watched over his sleeping cellmates, all the while thinking. /Draco?"

The blonde jumped, turning wildly with his wand out. Lucas simply stared back, amused. Draco had flushed a bright red. "Uh, sorry?"

The elf simply brightened more with a smile, "It's late again. And I find you outside yet again, this time closer to the Forbidden Forest."

"Couldn't sleep. Winter holidays are in a couple of months. I'll be marked as a follower and a consort. This coming summer will be my farce of a wedding."

"That won't happen."

Draco turned away as lithe arms locked about his body while he continued to clench his wand tightly. "I learned all about being a mate in Defense Class. But I'm the Malfoy heir. They won't care about you being an elf with a chosen. What a Malfoy wants, they always get."

"Then don't be a Malfoy. As an elf, we are lively in our own right. What you may desire, I will give you."

"And how do you plan to stop them? The same way you told me about being your mate?"

Lucas flinched. "I thought I was forgiven. We are possessive and willing to die for our mates."

"You tried to hurt one of my friends just because I was hurt. The spell was not even harmful! We were practicing duelling. It's what we wizards do. That's why the headmaster gave us time to use the third floor to our leisure, since it was abandoned and all. Not for demented elves to try and kill friends with silver spikes, which also harmed Professor Lupin at the time, as well as yelling, 'No one dares to hurt my mate!' I was very glad that Mage Thor," Draco enjoyed using the shortening of the Mages' names, granted by each Mage personally but not without the respect of using Mage before their name, "was able to stop you. I'm also glad it wasn't Isis at the time. I may not like most of my friends but they are people I respect in a way. Should you have had hurt them, their parents would be after you. I don't, didn't, want that to happen. But understand, I don't do well with possession." Grey eyes glanced back at a bashful elf, "Unless it's on my part."/

That night had meant a lot to him. More then any night Lucas caught him outside. It was the only time he could be a Malfoy but vulnerable and open with anyone. Even Lucas had enjoyed meeting his other faces, beneath the cold mask a Malfoy must wear. "Hello, Dray."

With those words, Draco's thoughts had been shattered.

Grey eyes glanced up to see Pansy Parkinson standing in a tightly fitted Muggle outfit beneath an open black robe. Long strands of dark blonde hair were pulled back, causing her pug-like features to be more pronounced but with a pinched look since the hair was pulled back tightly. Dark eyes glittered with emotion that he couldn't identify, nor did he want to. "Come, Dray. Your parents wish to meet you. By tomorrow, you will have a new life. And tonight we shall raise our Lord to his rightful place."

As if he had been placed under Imperious Curse, Draco felt himself rising as bid. Through the magically made cell door, Draco was forced to step to her side before they slipped through yet another door. His struggling mind knew that the potions made by Professor Snape must have included a liquid form of the Imperious Curse, in order to control the original and twin copies of the missing students.

As Pansy led him to the upstairs, she was quite glad that the Zambini Mansion was in tuned to her every magical signature. She relished in knowing she would soon have the two most powerful, rich, respected,and pureblooded magical families at her every beck and call, even bearing them children to continue their lineage.

But her lovely dream was broken by a joyful voice, "Draco, my little dragon!"

The young blonde Malfoy heir smiled beneath the potion's command. He missed his mother's touch but couldn't seem to truly relax. His parents were still going to sell him to the Dark Lord as a consort, a whore. And breed an heir for the Malfoy line by consorting with Pansy Parkinson.

Lucius saw the tiny flinch but couldn't break character. His faith in Nagini and those Mages were eroding slowly. In less than four hours, three young females would try to raise the dead tortured soul of his old Master, the Dark Lord Voldemort. And the others were joyfully preparing two alters for the spell.

"Draco."

"Father."

"Such a sweet reunion. But now we must get ready."

"Yes. We should. And the last of our circle has finally awakened. I've placed him at the foot of our newly carved throne for our Lord." Cho Chang smiled devilishly as she swept up to the little reunion.

Pansy delightfully squealed. Then appreciatively eyed Draco, trying to purr seductively. "Put Draco on the other side of the throne. Cho will help me collect the others."

Lucius simply guided his wife and son into a completely barren room, except for a beautifully stone carved Slytherin throne, two stone altars, and a cheerful fireplace. It was he who pushed his son in a kneeling position with a soft command near the throne before standing far away.

They watched as Bellatrix Lestrange sauntered into the room, with a copper tray trailing behind. She then placed the tray onto the edges of the two side-by-side altars as another Death Eater levitated and carefully arranged vials of hissing blood onto the edge of the tray. Another follower placed a cracked yellow parchment onto one altar. Even more followers laid down various items, including two steel emerald handled carved daggers, onto the tray.

Then every loyal follower pressed around the fireplace, awaiting for the show to began. Draco watched from his forced kneeling position, because of the potion, as everything was being set up. He was then slightly shocked to see a shirtless, barefoot, leather wearing Blaise Zambini also kneeling by the throne. What shocked him more was seeing an emeralddog collar wrapped about the boy's pale throat. He also noticed the once bright eyes were now dull, glazed over as if someone cast a confusion or imperious spell.

The door flew open, interrupting his scrutiny of Blaise. In walked three young women, the missing female students, each dressed in simple emerald dress robes with silver cords around the waist. Ron Weasley followed them, wearing an emerald silver lined silk robe. Each of their eyes were completely blank, emotionless.

Behind the small group came Lavender Brown, Pansy Parkinson, and Cho Chang. Each with their hair tightly pulled back. Like the Death Eaters in the room, they wore simple black robes, not one had any distinguishing symbols or color.

Lavender confidently strode to Draco's spot. "Ah, boys. Time to begin." With precise wand movements silk embroider emerald, silver, and dark blue pillows surrounded the two males, forcing them to feel like they were in a sea of silk. Draco then felt his clothing melt away, in its place was an identical outfit to Blaise's but his collar was of silver.

He also felt, and saw Blaise receive the same, cold black manacles wrapping around their wrists and ankles, chains connected to the arms of the throne. The chains swiftly yanked them back into half-lying positions, displaying them like seductive pets. But since Blaise was under a spell, Lavender swished her wand against Draco's mouth, causing an invisible cloth to cover it. "Must keep quiet."