Under the Darkness | Dramione | English Version

I-Prologue

Please be gentle to me, it's the first story I publish in a foreign language, and as much as I know English, it's a job that takes a lot of effort.
If there are any serious errors, please let me know with kindness.

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The Death Eater came out of the fireplace and cleaned himself from the ashes that remained on his clothes, he gave his cloak and mask to the elf and passed his hand through the blond hair.
He began to walk while on the stone floor his steps roared in the great empty hall.
« Lord Malfoy. »
« Good evening Krip »
« The sellers are already here. »
« Good, I'll pay you as much as the other times for your services. »
« Yes Lord Malfoy. The prices are always the same. »
« Are they ready? I have other things to attend to. »
« I'm going to see Lord. »
In the meantime, an elf served to him a glass of Fire Whisky.
« Lord Malfoy; Godospin Volkov and his son. »
The exchange of handshakes was cold and calculating.
« Say it's a pleasure to meet them for me and I've often heard about the Volkov family. »
Krip translated from English to Russian and then from Russian to English.
« They too are pleased and know the fame of Draco Malfoy. »
« I know they have what I want. I thank them for answering my request. »
«Yes, they do. They ask if they can know why you want it so badly. »
The guy grinned and agreed to report it.
« In memory of the old times. How did they find it? »
« In a market, they say that there were no equals. They compliment you on your good taste. »
Draco smiled at the laughter of the Russian then looked him in the eyes.
« I would like to see it. »
The Russian nodded and ordered two guards to bring her into the room while the Death Eater had his mask brought by the elf and wore it to be unrecognizable, he raised his head just in time to see her enter.
She was wearing a worn grey dress that was probably once white, she was barefoot and a red bandage covered her eyes.
The thin wrists were trapped in the chains and where the skin wasn't covered by the dress he could see many small areas of bruise.
« Could you take off her bandage? »
The girl who for years had not heard a voice that spoke her language was shaken for a moment and at the slightest sign of rebellion the man who held her grabbed her by the hair.
As soon as the blindfold fell and Draco looked into her eyes he felt proud and powerful.
« They say they haven't touched her since she is with them, not even to wash her. »
Draco approached and the prisoner tried to back off but again the guard squeezed her hair hearing a mixed moan of pain, fear and anger between her lips tightened.
« It is her. »
The girl at that small confirmation tried, for the umpteenth time, to free herself but was forced on her knees and heard the masked man giggling.
« It will be fun. »
The Russian gave the order to take her away and so the guards did.
« It is in very good condition. »
« It is special commodity. »
He translated Krip.
« The deal was a million but- the two sellers hardened the looks and Draco grinned amused- I can pay you a million and a half for the excellent condition in which it is the goods. »
The deal was concluded by a couple of signatures and a handshake then both British returned home.