𝒯ℴℴ 𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓃ℊ 𓆙♡✾ - A Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction (Drastoria and some Drarry)

Chapter II

The Malfoy Manor was serving as a base and place for meetups for the Dark Lord and his followers. They would be here soon, Draco figured so he pulled off his dark green robes and replaced them with flowing black ones. The Dark Lord would not appreciate it if his new servant was late. He went to his bathroom connected to his room and splashed his pale face with cold water. The sudden shock of the frigid water on his face startled his thoughts and helped to subdue his emotions a little bit. Draco was finding himself doing this more often than usual these days. He washed the rest of his eyeliner off and redid it. He never put that much on. Only enough so that he could give some slight colour to his pale eyelashes, which he decided was something he looked good with. He slicked back his platinum blonde hair and took a final glance into the mirror in his room. Once he deemed himself smart enough, he took a deep breath and strode out of his room. He went downstairs, aiming a good kick at a nearby house elf to express his pent up emotions.

"Draco, do hurry up!" his mother called, "The meeting is supposed to start in fifteen minutes and the Carrows have already arrived."

Suddenly Bellatrix burst into the room, a smile on her face, apparently delighted.

"He's here. The Dark Lord has arrived!" she whispered dramatically. "When he addresses you, you are to say what an honor it is to serve him and be a Death Eater, understand?"

"Yes, Auntie Bella." Draco felt the little color he had on his face leave, and suddenly he realized how cold the room was.

He followed Bellatrix into the drawing room. All of the normal furniture was pushed carelessly aside, and in the middle was a long ornate table. At the end sat Voldemort. Draco was terrified.

"Bellatrix, on my immediate right. Narcissa, you may follow her, Draco next to Narcissa." said Voldemort.

They quickly took their seats, Bellatrix looking overjoyed at the privilege of sitting right next to the Dark Lord. There were only two seats left, both of them lying next to each other on Draco's immediate left.

"Are we all here? Oh no, wait, Severus still hasn't arrived." Said Voldemort. "

"Well, My Lord, if you would excuse me, Severus is picking up a guest. Someone who might be a possible recruit to our Death Eater forces. He told me he might be a bit late." A Death Eater spoke up, shivering slightly when Voldemort's piercing gaze met him.

"Information which I already knew, but thank you for your input, Selwyn." Voldemort sneered, making the man shrink further down into his seat.

There were murmurs among the Death Eaters. They could have been talking about the guest or how impossible it seemed that the Dark Lord could actually have forgiven Severus Snape's lateness so easily. But whichever it was, Draco didn't hear. He was too busy staring at his clammy hands that were folded in his lap. Bellatrix looked affronted at how the Death Eaters could be talking out of turn in the presence of the Dark Lord, though Voldemort looked like he could care less at the moment. He stroked his beloved pet Nagini on the head while Draco eyed the snake fearfully. Without warning, Severus Snape entered the room. Following was a girl Draco could just barely recognize. Her silvery grey robes looked almost like smoke in the pale moonlight that perfectly outlined her pale face. He had seen her somewhere, but he didn't know where and how. She looked about his age. He had not expected a girl to be the guest, he figured she was going to be a man, a friend of Snape, who was interested in the Dark Arts and wanted to become a Death Eater. This girl looked out of place in the room, like she belonged anywhere but there.

"Ah Severus. You have arrived." Everyone was silent at once when they heard the Dark Lord speak. All eyes went on Snape and the girl. She looked no older than Draco. She certainly was still school age.

"Take a seat, this meeting has been delayed long enough." said Voldemort.

The girl sat down in the seat right next to Draco. She gave him a small polite smile that he tried to return, but Draco felt like if he did anything with his mouth other than clench his teeth he might throw up. Now looking more closely at the girl, the first thing he noticed about her was how green her eyes were. The girl turned to Voldemort and looked directly at him with polite interest, waiting for him to start speaking. This seemed to take some of the Death Eaters aback, but Voldemort didn't seem to notice.

"So as most of you already know, The Order of The Phoenix already knows..." Voldemort began, but Draco wasn't listening. He knew he should be but he was just too scared to register anything the Dark Lord was saying. His naturally pale face was even paler than it had ever been in his life. The Dark Mark still hurt Draco. It felt like hot metal was being pressed onto his skin. He massaged it once more. The Dark Lord seemed to drone on and on. Draco was wildly reminded of a History of Magic lesson, only with the most intimidating human ever to walk this Earth as his professor. Half an hour passed, but to Draco what seemed like a whole day came and went until the Dark Lord finally addressed him.

"Speaking of our Death Eater force, Malfoy's son has joined us." said Voldemort blankly.

Everyone's eyes fell upon Draco, including the Dark Lord's. His red eyes pierced through him quite like physical pain and Draco's face whitened more so that its color was remarkably like that of white sheet, if that was even possible. Everyone looked at him as though he was expected to say something. Bellatrix looked at Draco threateningly. He remembered his promise to her to tell the Dark Lord about what an honor it is to serve him. He froze, he had never been more utterly frightened in his life. Suddenly a soft hand went over his cold and clammy hand and something about the touch made him feel better. It gave him confidence, and he relaxed. He lifted his head up and addressed the Dark Lord,

"It is a great honor to serve you, my lord. Especially at my young age. I will work my hardest to fulfill every task you will ever give me."

"How... touching Malfoy." The Dark Lord said, leering. You could hear the scorn in his voice. It was obvious Voldemort and the Death Eaters had not expected Draco to have the courage to speak so confidently. The Death Eaters broke out into rampageous laughter. Draco paled again but this time in humiliation and the grip on his hand tightened, but only just so. His mother was staring straight ahead, lips pulled tight. Her face was blank but showing every sign of bursting into tears, both hands folded in her lap. He looked over at the girl sitting next to him. She was not laughing but looking at him with sympathy. It was then he realized who was holding his hand. He did not pull away, her touch meant comfort.

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