The Real Dark Lord
Chapter 6

I was sitting in the living room of the Malfoy's and it seemed that everywhere I turned, all eyes followed. It was getting quite uncomfortable actually.

I turned round to Lucius and he hurriedly flicked his long hair over his eyes.

"Does anyone want to ask me anything or are we just going to sit here staring at me?"

Everyone fidgeted, some coughed but no one answered. Then Draco looked up.
"How long have you been seeing him?"

"Good question, a long time on and off, it started in the last couple of years at Hogwarts actually..."

"Wow, all that time and we never knew." I heard Narcissa say, more to herself than to me, she turned away from my gaze.

"Yes, I wanted to tell you Narcissa, truly, but he was trying to rise to power and to show any signs of weakness, even love, could have been his downfall. It was hell keeping it a secret from you."

She sighed.

"You know, I would have told you. No one else but you, if it were me."

"You cannot believe how hard it was, he was under so much pressure. I couldn't say anything, please forgive me."

"I can almost understand that, but then why not afterwards? You've had so many years, so many chances."

"I was going to tell you but then he was almost destroyed and I didn't know what to think or do. I couldn't even bear to think his name, let alone what we had together."

Narcissa went quiet, and thought it over for a moment.

"Cally," she paused, "you're my best friend, I'm upset that you never told me but then I guess I should have realised from they way you were with him. At least I know now and you've opened up." Her lips formed a hard line but her eyes had softened.

"Thank you Cissy."

The Malfoy's garden was amazing, I'd been there before but I'd never quite managed to see all of it. I managed to get Tom to take a walk with me around the gardens, followed closely by Nagini. We had been inside for way too long.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yes, very." He replied, but he was looking at me.

I blushed.

"You look very pretty when you blush."

I blushed harder.

"Hmm, amazing." He said to himself and stroked my red cheek.

We strolled side by side down the grassy paths and around the intricate curves of the Malfoy's gardens, finding different and rare plants round every bend.

"You know, we'll end up getting completely lost in here."

"That's not such a bad thing, I'm sure we can find something to do whilst we wait to be rescued." He smiled cheekily as his eyes shone. It was like we were back at Hogwarts, sneaking around and having fun. Doing things we shouldn't have been doing in the middle of the night.

As we turned yet another corner we came to a little archway surrounded by a wall of hedges, as we passed under the gateway we can into a small garden not unlike a den. It had a fountain in the middle, benches under flowered arches around it and a small hut in each corner.

"Well like I said, we're lost, why not kill some time." I smiled cheekily at him.
He turned to Nagini and uttered something in parseltongue and she slithered away.

He scooped me up in his strong arms and pulled me tight to his chest, he smiled and his snake like features lit up in the dim light shining through the canopy of plants. He walked over to the small hut and placed me on the ground before he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me roughly.

"Just like old times." He laughed in between kisses as he pulled off my robes.
I pushed myself against him whilst I pulled off his cloak, as the light through the leaves started to fade.

He pulled his wand out whilst still kissing me and sent small balls of light up into the canopy making it glow dimly as they floated above the hut and pretty soon I could barely make out his face, though he almost glowed palely in the eerie light. His eyes shone red as they showed his excitement, I could feel his blackened heart racing and beating against my own. He closed his eyes and I closed mine.

"They've been gone a long time." Lucius trailed off as his wife shot him a dirty look.

"We all know what they're doing." Spat Draco as he sat on the plush armchair next to his father.

"Draco!" Hushed his mother, "Lucius, don't laugh!"

Lucius looked up at Narcissa and gave her an innocent smile.

"I wasn't laughing, what gave you that idea my wonderful wife? I was just thinking maybe they have the right idea."

Draco shot his father a disgusted look.

"Your sick father, real sick you know that."

"Don't be so childish Draco, it'll happen to you one day son."

"Oh my god!"

And with that, he marched out of the room.

"Disgusting parents traumatising their only child." Mumbled Draco in a huff.

He walked out into the garden, and wondered what to do, as he looked out over the dark shapes of trees and various outlines of plants and shrubs he could see a faint glow coming from the Den.

"So that's where they are." He mused.

It was strange, Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard in the world, the most powerful sorcerer ever to have lived. Here he was snuggling up to one of his death eaters in a little den in his garden, Cal was right, it does show weakness.

What did she even see in him? He looked like a flattened upright reptile to him. He couldn't understand it; he was supposed to be feared, incapable of love or friendship. He knew that the Dark Lord had no feelings for any of his other followers; he didn't care whether they lived or died. He would happily put them out on their own if he felt like it and yet he's going all mushy over a stupid woman.

Maybe everyone needed to rethink they're view of the 'dangerously terrifying' Lord Voldemort and get on with their lives, all someone would have to do was grab Cal on her own and threaten her, and he be on his knees.

No. He was wrong, he could not think this of him, he was and still is the most powerful wizard alive, more powerful even than that of Dumbledore. But yet Dumbledore had always said the Dark Lord's biggest downfall was his arrogance, failure to express emotions and love.

But here he is 'deeply' in love with Cally. He must be missing something, some tiny minor detail which showed the Dark Lord has not lost it all over a pretty girl. He must clear his head of such thoughts, if he read his mind now he would be in deep trouble.