It had been slightly harder than usual to get Filch to leave him alone. It was like Mrs. Norris could smell the desire emanating from him. When Draco finally got away from him and his weird cat, he found himself drifting around the halls of Hogwarts aimlessly.
He had no particular place to be, and very few teachers dared to chastise him for not following certain Hogwarts rules. The pinging in his chest was growing by the minute.
Filthy Mudblood, he thought. Her body flashing across his mind constantly. the way she withered beneath him, her long creamy legs, her neat little pussy dripping, begging for him to fill it. He shook his head, attempting to clear his mind with no avail.
He climbed down a flight of stairs, heading towards the Slytherin quarters. His body demanded sleep, though he'd much rather be doing something else in his bed. When he reached the dungeon door that stood between him and the Slytherin common room.
"Blood status." He said halfheartedly, thinking Hermione's. If she hadn't been Muggle born, he would have no doubt laid claim to her. He tried to erase all traces of Hermione from his mind once more. Malfoy stepped through the stone doorway and into the common room.
"Malfoy." hissed a voice.
Before he could even reach the steps that led to the boys dormitory, the voice stopped him in his traces. He turned to the older wizard who sat in a green armchair. His pale face looked sickly under the green lights that filled the room.
"What father?"
Draco said, showing no surprise at his father's sudden appearance at Hogwarts. His father had been stopping here more often then usual, to check up on Draco. It was quite annoying.
"Where have you been?" His father drawled.
He looked unconcerned, but Draco knew his father better than that.
"I was in the library."
Draco was being very particular about his words. His father had always had an eerie way of knowing when his son was lying. His mother had always accredited it to them being so similar. The thought concerned Draco in a repressed section, of his mind.
"Who were you doing there?"
Lucius asked. He held a leather bound book in his lap, and still had not looked up from it.
"What' you mean. Studying." Draco attempted to correct.
"Who were you doing there?" Lucius repeated.
Draco gulped loudly before replying. "Just some witch."
Draco said, he tried to force down Hermione's name, pounding at the inside of his soul.
"Some witch? I can see the desire dripping from you. Do not lie to me. You were distracted from the moment you stepped into the room. Otherwise you would have picked up on my presence." The man's precise eyes were now on trained on Draco, examining his face for any sign of dihonesty.
"Who was the witch?" Lucius's voice sounded calm, bored even, but Draco knew better than anyone that there was a monster leering behind the facade.
"Just a witch." The room went silent for a moment. Like a shadow, Lucius rose from the Leather arm chair and approached his son slowly.
The younger Malfoy's cheek suddenly stung. He clutched the spot his father had just hit. He was like a snake, striking unexpectedly.
"Who was it Draco?" Lucius hissed once again. His eyes danced evilly under the green lights.
"Mudblood Granger." Draco finally gave up. He knew how bad it would get if his father found out another way.
"You fucked Potter's Mudblood." She's not Potter's, Malfoy thought.
Instead he said, "No she tried to seduce me to get intelligence, I refused her advantages, and made her succumb to me instead."
Draco said. It had actually been the reverse when he thought about it. Granger gad gotten the best of him. She won.
Lucius grew silent, eyeing his son with suspicion. Then slowly, a devilish smirk played across his face. He let out a sickening chuckle from his thin pale lips, leering at him.
"Good, my son. We can use the Mudblood to get at potter. Get her to spill all of her information. The whole lot seems rathee close to Dumbledore. This could help with your mission."
Draco looked at his father wide eyed with disbelief.
"What?! No. I refuse. I can barely stand her, much less shag her in to turning her back on Potter. " Malfoy protested.
Deep down he knew that that was precisely what he wanted to do at that very moment. He could still feel the flush of her lips on his own swolen ones.
"Alright," Lucius considered, eyeing his son. "I'll do it for you." He stated turning his back.
"What? How?" Draco asked, wishing hhe didn't sound so outraged. It alarmed him that he cared.
"Oh, a simple poly juice potion should suffice. Since that filthy witch has become infatuated with you, I'll suffer the pain of fucking her into dependence. Then we can present her to The Dark Lord when the time is right. She will be our little bargaining chip."
His father's plan sent fire shooting up Draco's body.
"No," He said before he could stop himself, "I'll do it. Our Lord will see it as a sign of allegiance. I would like to earn the dark mark I have, and if that means baring the thought of being with Granger than so be it." His father seemed to believe his lie.
"I'm so proud of you my son." For so long Draco would have relished, no, longed for those words, but Draco found himself repulsed instead.
It wouldn't matter though. He was going to do what he must.
