The Dark Lady and her twisted troubles

Chapter 4: She liked what she saw.

Hey everyone, this is a bit short as well.

But the next chapter is when they finally talk,FINALLY!!! I know! I feel like screaming it from the friggin mountains!

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----TheDarkLady

CHAPTER 4

Draco strolled across the length of the east tower before he rendered the action futile. He swallowed his pride and went down the steps… to his doom he thought wryly. Okay, that was a tad too dramatic. But, then again living in the Malfoy Manor, ‘normal’ was overrated.

He briskly walked down the looming corridor. His thoughts being interrupted by an angry Snape. Uh-oh.

Being a victim of Snape’s wrath was the equivalence of a mild Bellatrix. But facing any equivalence of Bellatrix was frightening.

“DRACO!” He hissed through clenched teeth.

Draco stopped immediately. Bollocks.

Alright think of the worst possible thing. With an overwhelming array of images flooded his mind mainly, snakes, Draco being fed to snakes, etc.

“Your protégé is here.” He hissed menacingly. He grabbed Draco by the collar and pushed him in the direction of The Dark Lord’s study.

Draco sprinted down the corridor and jumped the steps then slowed to a meaningful and purposeful stride towards the dark lord’s study.

He let out a great gust of air, and knocked gently on the door.

“Ah, young Draco, enter.” Draco was quite confused, he’d never heard the dark lord speak with a tone like that. It bordered on sweet.

He didn’t know what to make of it. Either way, he was on guard. He quickly made a sign of the cross and entered the room.

He turned to close the door and when he turned back around to face the room he almost slipped on the icy floor.

He quickly took in The Dark Lady and felt awed and humbled in her presence. But he didn’t show it.

“My lord, My lady.” He murmured and inclined his head respectfully.

“Enough formalities, Draco.” The Dark Lord said warmly, wait! Was that possible?

“Take Cara Ivory here, to her room and prepare her for the initiation ceremony.”

“Of course, my lord.” I said whole heartedly.

The Dark Lord smiled to his heir, “You know where to find me, and if not, feel free to interrupt, at your own risk.”

“Of course, father.” She replied with a genuine smile lighting up her porcelain face.

For a couple of seconds the Manor didn’t seem so gloomy.

The dark lord looked extremely pleased, “Run along now.”

The dark lady beamed up at her father, and with grace and poise delicately turned to the death eater.

She was stunning. His mind scrambled and protested to the confines of his control when her smoldering brown eyes studied him, while he studied her. He noticed her pale gleaming body that seemed to emanate light in the gloom, just like her ‘father’, a dense tumble of curly black hair that contrasted deeply to her pouty, full red lips. Her athletic and smooth looking body, her ample curves, her skinny long limbs.

Her lips curled at the corners, she definitely liked what she saw.