white rose

her #3

Parents. Our creators. Pathetic.

Mother, loving as ever. Since I could remember she secretly supported every and any wishes of mine. No matter what it was. No matter the situation. No matter the blood.

My father on the other hand, a perfect bent of a swine. 

Unfortunately to my demise, he is still Father, and he always has a plan for me.

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Seventh Year:

"Draco" Lucious called.

"Yes, Father" I replied.

"The Dark Lord has assigned you your first task of  seventh year" said Father.

I was already done with my bare existence, what could another task hurt. 

My friends steered away. Only left with Goyle, Theo and my best mate Blaise. Pansy, the hooker left. Although I can't be any more grateful for that buzz of a lady to be gone. Couldn't handle my rejection of not being her knight in shinning armor, never her. Then Crabb was probably in girls lavatories with the beggars, seemed he could never get enough. 

Goyle still chunky as ever, has made his dutys out of greed. He doesn't take death on missions well. Not sense he couldn't complete his task last year, of killing his traitor sister, who betrayed the Lord. She and him payed the price, so he blames himself for her death and doesn't ask questions anymore.

Theo I have been pals sense third year, his parents were also Deatheaters, so it worked out well. He is the other intelligent of the group, third best of the school, right under me and her. His parents were quite the abusives, so he is with me most of the time, not that I mind. But it made him strong, he just does as told to avoid the crutatious. 

Leaving Blaise. He is my best mate. We have been brothers from other mothers sense diapers. He went to IIvermorny in the states for the first four years of school, then transferred fifth year. At first he was shy with most besides me, now he is my clone almost. Like me, we're both prefects, not that we care much, it's all for the private dormitory. Both with Deatheater parents. Both with screwed up childhoods. Both tortured to insanity, to forget all good in the world for our ruler. He doesn't speak unless he needs to, goes into the forbidden forest for his personal "deeds" often. I suspect hunting magical creatures to release anger.

I was almost always in the dark when out of my dorm. I was only there to finish my education and do what was asked of the Dark Lord, not that I had a choice. Hating to admit it, I was too falling apart and had ways to cope. On the daily you would find me taking a "dip" into the Black Lake or taring apart my room in my free time.

The "Dark Lord", spiteful Voldemort, believed the Wizarding World was crumbling under his fingers. Sadly, he was right and most of the Professors and Students of Hogwarts were oblivious to it. 

Except her.

Sense fifth year all I could do was focus on my studies. My dark self lashed out on the innocents without even trying, so I stayed in the shadows. But even he took that away from me with his missions.

Most of the time I was to sneak and collect prized information, other times infect the school with Dark artifacts. Nothing yet to expose myself... until now.

"This is a very important and time efficient task. Teddious even for me to say. But our will lies in his hands, as your parents he couldn't reassign. Only you are to do this" He said shakily.

I mentioned I don't give many f*cks anymore, yeah? 

"Well, spit it out you imbecile!" I yelled at him.

These missions take tolls on me. I can't control my anger anymore, especially on my useless and uncaring father.

Clearing his throat he continued. "Very well. Draco before the end of this school year, you are too marry. We had arranged for your beloved to be Ms. Greengrass, but the Dark Lord wants power. Through research he found that the M- Mudblood, Ms. Granger, is your best match. He wants you to draw her in, get her in your possession, complete the bond, then keep her for his tactics" Father explained.

But his voice slurred the moment I heard three key words. Marry. Bond. Granger.

No wonder I'm suicidal. 

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"He's not going to go out quietly. He's going to rage against the darkness." -Martin Sheen