It's still Bianca's POV, because I think it's better for you guys to know how she felt during her first encounter with Voldemort. But no worries, Draco's POV will come throughout the end of this chapter. Enjoy.

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"Come here, Bianca."

I stayed where I was. I was too frightened to move.

"Go on." My father pushed me gently. I sensed anxiety in his voice. A few seconds passed by and I still haven't moved.

"Do I have to drag you here myself?" Voldemort stated, annoyance filled his voice. Terrified of what he might do to me, I slowly walked to him, my eyes never leaving his pale face.

He motioned his right hand with one swift move and I gasped. Abruptly, I was brought up to the air and felt like invisible hands were grasping onto me very tightly. The invisible hands pushed me down to ground in front of the Dark Lord.

I was so scared that my knees started to feel weak and they buckled down to the dusty floor.

"Ah, kneeling down before your master. A superb way to show adoration."

He laughed and it echoed through the dark cave. Soon, Bellatrix joined him. I hate this. Here I am seemingly frail, pathetic, and helpless in front of the most dangerous wizard in the world. No. I will not let him believe that I'm not fit to be a death eater.

I clenched my fists and stood up.

" I apologize for the way I acted. I don't want you to have the impression of me being a small, frail girl. You just.. Took me by surprise, that's all."

He looked at me warily. " Do you want to be here?"

I looked back and watched the other death eaters. Mum was scared stiff. My father just looked at me expectantly, but I could still see the worry for his daughter.

I remember them telling me to at least pretend that I was delighted to be his follower.

He hissed angrily. "I've no time for this! Bella, get rid of this worthless child."

I scowled.

I turned to face her and took my wand out. Bellatrix just smiled at me evilly. I grinned back. I'll just prove to him that I should be a death eater. As soon as she saw my grin, she took her wand out as well.

"Wait!" My mother shouted out. I looked at everyone. Greyback and Mulciber seems to be entertained by this situation. Rodolphis watched me intently. He's probably prepared to attack if I ever hurt his precious wife. Pettigrew seemed to be frightened as much as my parents. Lucius and Carrow just looked bored. This probably happened many times.

Draco was looking down but I could still see his expression. Disgust and.. Fear? While my father described the death eaters, he portrayed Draco as confident and courageous.

So I never expected fear featuring through his face. His body was stiff and those ivory fists were clenched.

"I b-beg of you, my Lord. She's my only daughter. Bianca is perfectly competent for this." Tears were falling down Mum's cheeks.

Voldemort stood up and stridden towards my father. He unconsciously took a step back.

"Roland. Look at your child. It's certain that she's not capable to do the tasks that I give to you or the others."

I looked at my father. His eyes stared at Voldemort pleadingly.

"My Lord.. Her mind is not in the right place right now. You know that she's strong enough for this! When you met her as a baby, you knew. You had so much faith in her that you've given her the mark right then and there."

I looked at my arm. The sleeve of my shirt was covering it. I put my arm behind me and looked down. As a child, I was always scared too look at it. Even now.

I walked towards Voldemort.

"My Lord," He turned around and glared. " I can assure you that I can accomplish those certain tasks. I'll prove it to you my Lord. What would you like me to do? Steal, Torture, abduct, kill-"

"Kill you say?" He smirked at me.

I said nothing. Bloody hell, why did I say that?

"Well who should you even try to murder? Hmmmm.." He started walking around me.

He stopped on my right. Suddenly, he started to laugh mischievously. "You are such an inspiration, my dear one." He caressed my cheek and I moved my head away from his hand.

Voldemort took a step forward and spread his arms out. "Friends. Come closer and I shall tell you how we can kill Harry Potter."

All of them marched toward Voldemort and surrounded me and him.

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Draco's POV

It was probably the thoughtless and reckless things I've done that made me deserve this. What was that vile wizard thinking about?! Kill Dumbledore? ME?

I brushed my hair back angrily with my hands and clenched my teeth. I watched my parents socialize with the other death eaters. After meeting with the Dark Lord, we all went to this secret headquarters whom only us death eaters know about.

I heaved a sigh. How will I be able to do that? Why couldn't Voldemort order me to kill Potter? I burrowed my eyebrows. That would have been much easier. Five years of looking like a wimp in front of those three idiots. Being tormented by that disgusting mud blood and that dirty carrot top. And that git who shouldn't be known as hero. I'm tired of looking like a fool.

I stared at the red carpet.

Well it's not going to happen again this year. I'm not that small, wimpy boy anymore. If those three ever get in my way, I'll torture them. They're just thorns in my sides and I think it's time to get rid of them.

I sighed once again. I'm just wasting my time here. I looked around.

Every time I'm here with these gits, all I ever feel are boredom, fear, anger, hatred, annoyance, and all the other emotions that are the opposite of happiness.

I stopped breathing. I heard shuffling in the corner of the living room. Suddenly, I see a black rat running to the other side.

"Avada Kedavra!" I jumped when a beaming light pierced through the rat.

I looked up to see who casted the killing curse. It was Greyback. Of course. He loves to kill. Why didn't Voldemort order him to do it? He smiled at me viciously.

I looked away, utterly disgusted. I felt someone staring at me and turned to my left. On the other side of the room was that girl, Bianca. She was standing by herself, arms crossed, watching me intently.

I stared back, eyebrows raised.

I see her cheeks turn pink and started to look at something else.

I continued to stare at her.

She has dark brown hair that almost look like black. It was just below her breasts. Her eyes are a bright amber color and have natural red lips. I watched her fidgeting with her hands. I guess she felt uncomfortable with me watching her.

I smirked. Suddenly, she looked back at me. Her angelic face became hostile. Bianca walked away and started walking toward the stairs.

Her hips swayed sideways as if she was dancing. Her long, black sleeved shirt lingered onto her very obvious curves and listened to her heels tapping loudly to the wooden floor.

She's probably one of the most beautiful girls that I've ever seen.

I watched her walk up the stairs. She stopped and looked at me again. She whispered something and out of the blue, Pettigrew spilled his fire whiskey on my pants.

"What in the- ooff!" Pettigrew fell on top of me.

"Oh, Draco I'm so sorry! I don't know what happened. I was just walking and all of a sudden I tripped onto something! Oh I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Get off me!" I pushed him hard and he fell on the floor.

Everyone was now watching me. I looked up and saw that stupid girl laughing quietly to herself. I growled and pulled my wand out.

"Draco, stop." Father looked at me warningly and I glowered at him.

Bianca continued walking up stairs, smiling, as I put my wand in my pocket again.

Why in the bloody hell is she going to come with me to Hogwarts? As if trying to kill Dumbledore wasn't hard enough to handle. I looked at my stained pants.

I closed my eyes and exhaled out a long breath of air.

"Draco?" I opened my eyes to see Napalo's mother, Reona.

"Yes, Mrs. Napalo?" I replied back questioningly.

Her eyes were filled with apprehension.

"I.. I just wanted to ask you if you could please watch over my daughter? I know Voldemort gave her an easy task, but what you will be doing might hurt her if she gets in the way. So if you could please… Protect her from any harm."

She grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it. Why couldn't that moron be as nice as her mother?

"I will. As long as she doesn't continue to get on my nerves." I said and gritted my teeth when I remembered my stained pants again.

Her eyes widened.

"Don't worry, dear, I'll talk-"

She stopped when I raised my hand up.

"I was just joking, Mrs. Napalo. I will protect her."

Both of us looked up at the sound of someone slamming the door loudly.

And then another slam.

A moment passed by. She finally looked at me.

"Well I thank you again, Draco." She smiled at me genuinely. "You're a good boy."

She looked down and frowned.

Mrs. Napalo moved her hand in a waving motion. I looked where she was looking. The stain was gone.

I sat back down when she walked away from me. I'm really not looking forward to being with that obnoxious girl. Just thinking about it makes me want to hit something. I looked at Pettigrew who was sitting alone on an armchair. Maybe I should hit him to take out some stress.

I looked away and started to rub my temples.

Voldemort just had to give her that stupid task. To make sure that I fullfill my mission.

"Draco." Father called out to me. "Let's go."

I stood up.

"Just a minute, Father. I think I forgot my coat upstairs."

I walked past him and started climbing up stairs. I grinned. No one messes with me..

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Bianca's POV

I walked up the stairs with a huge smile on my face. That's what he gets for annoying me. I mean, seriously! How dare he stares at me like that! Just to piss me off.. And that stupid grin of his. Ugh. What was that?

"Psst." I stopped.

"Over here.." It whispered again.

I slowly looked to my left.

"HI THERE!" I gasped and put my hand on my mouth, trying not to scream.

There was a huge painting of the most scariest-looking woman in the world! Her eyes were red, hair was in disarray, there was a huge mole on her forehead, and had no eyebrows.

I was too shocked to speak.

"You know.. You shouldn't play with your mind like that. It's not going to help you." She spoke to me in a rough voice.

"Wha.. What are you talking about?" I looked at her as if she was crazy. She probably is.

"You won't be able to resist!" She continued on.

I just watched her.

"Even if you don't voice it, it's still visible through the eyes of ignorance and the known."

I started to get mad so I just left the weird woman in the painting.

"You wish Draco Malfoy would just hold you and be able to kiss his full, warm lips!" She started laughing.

"EXCUSE ME?!" I turned around, amazed at what she just said.

"You just loooove the way he protects you. You feel so safe with him!" She started to hyperventilate and giggles were bursting out of her dry lips.

"That's it." I walked towards the painting again and ripped it off the wall.

"Oh you just wish that you could scream out your devotion, but you can't!"

I carried it and started walking to the closet and she laughed as I did so.

" Or else both of you will die." She cackled. I threw the painting inside the closet and slammed the door closed.

I grumbled to myself as I stomped my way to my temporary room. I slammed the door closed and plopped myself on the bed.

I closed my eyes and grabbed a pillow. I screamed as soon as I hovered the pillow over my face.

This day was too much. What was that bloody lady talking about? All those things about Malfoy was such nonsense! I shuddered in disgust.

I sat up when I heard a creaking noise outside.

A few minutes passed and no sound came.

I lay back down and closed my eyes. I started thinking about my encounter with Voldemort, what Hogwarts would be like, and soon after, I drifted off to sleep.

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