Sorry for the late update! I lost motivation then completely forgot about this!
Of course it was Harry bloody Potter, The Boy who Lived, The Boy who had to mess everything up. Draco had better things to do than play "Guess Who" with his parents, were they really unable to tell the face that had caused them so much pain?
Draco surveyed Potter with much scruteny. He couldn't figure out what everyone loved so much about the dark haired Muggle lover. Surely it couldn't be his looks, the kid looked like a stray mutt gone through a twister. And no way in the whole of the wizarding world could it be his personality, Draco thought smugly with distaste, the Potter boy was as enticing as stale bread.
Yet everyone loved him. Including Lovegood. And that was the only thought that kept the blonde boys tongue tied. He couldn't be the one to rat Potter out, not when he was Luna's hero, the shining star in the ocean of her mind.
He let out a long groan of realization, he was going to have to lie if he was to have any chance of winning over the wierdly stunning blonde.
Draco turned to face his expectant family, who were waiting for his word like a sign from Voldemorte himself. He would have snickered at the sheer stupidity of his family, truly unable to recognize the arogant prat even when accompanied by his top fanclub members.
"I-I don't know." Draco murmered quietly after a minute of mock thought, crestfallen by the heartbroken looks from his family.
His mother paled and tightened her grip on Lucius. "It's okay Dra-" She started in a hushed voice only to be cut off by Bellatrix.
The crazed woman narrowed her eyes on Draco. "Don't know, or won't tell?" She hissed, slithering up behind her nephew to stare into the emerald eyes of Harry. "Don't lie to your Auntie Draco, it's like lieing to the Dark Lord himself." Draco took a sharp intake of breath.
"I said I don't know." He repeated, a slight quiver in his voice.
Bellatrix smiled cruely, already rolling the sleeve of her robe up until the curling pattern of the snake appeared. "Well I am." She whispered, eyes glued on Potter, whose face was slowly contorting back to it's regular form. Her wand was just about to knick the inky black stain on her skin when she froze, realing back as if she had been burned.
"Where did you get that!" She screamed, Draco followed her gaze to the pile of loot that was on the trio when they'd been snatched. At the top of the mountain lay a sword with the hilt of a lion. "Where?" She shrilled again, whipping her wand out at the hushed group of men, sending them flying back into the wall.
"No one call upon the Dark Lord." She hissed maliciously, "Or we will all die." Draco swore she was grinning. "Take those two down to the dungeon." She motioned carlessly to Ron and Harry. "Leave the girl." Her eyes darkened as they rested on the bushy haired Granger girl.
Her orders were followed without hesitation, a scramble of people ran to wisk the two Gryffindors to the basement.
"And Draco," She turned to him, distaste painted on her face, "Make yourself useful and get them away." She flicked her hand towards the stack of Snatchers like a pile of filth. Draco nodded quickly, bowing his head.
He made his way from the large room just as the screaming started, he hoped the noise wasn't reaching the dungeon.
The shrieks seemed to be never ending, not one break in the glass shattering screams. Draco cringed at every cry that rang out, followed by a howl of scorn from his Aunt. He hadn't gone back into the newly made torture room. He'd thought about heading to the dungeons to comfort Luna, maybe express false care for the well being of Granger, or fill her ears of words of hate directed towards his murderous family.
The only problem was that to get down to the dungeons, you had to pass through the sitting room, which was currently inhabited by his Aunt.
Draco slowly slid past the double doors, slinking against the back wall as far from the violent scene taking place before him. He closed his eyes and made his way to the staircase. Suddenly he noticed the lack of yelling, the ringing in his ears had stopped. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes meeting with Bellatrix's black ones.
"Draco," She smiled, "Could you please fetch me the goblin."