𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋

Chapter 2

Warning: M, Dark Harry (may be evil), character bashing, explicit het and slash, age difference (11/15)

Ch.2:

They got home within two hours and although he knew his parents had several things to discuss with him, they still walked into the main parlor and had tea.

"Lord Potter, Draco?" His father asked, taking a blunt approach into their conversation.

He smiled prettily at him and he rolled his eyes in response, already immune to his son's charms.

Draco huffed, "Yes, Harrison is a perfect match for me."

He looked at his right hand, wondering whether he wanted the Potter or Black betrothal ring.

"His is handsome, wealthy and powerful. His wealth is the only one that can rival ours; he is considered to be a genius and his scores beat those of Dumbledore and rival those of the Dark Lord, which we all know he supports. He is from the best families and he is the only one that has a chance of ever controlling me."

He leveled a gaze at his father, "Plus, you should know the feeling Father. Mother wanted you when she was eight and you were thirteen. I am a Black and Blacks go after who they want and damn the consequences."

His mother laughed and kissed Lucius lightly on the lips when he huffed, "Its true Lucius. Our son is a Black and with the Malfoy cunning will have Lord Potter eating from the palm of his hand. I like him. He is handsome, which based on all those lovely, real blushes on Draco's face, he is in complete agreement."

Draco blushed and bit his lips from smiling. It was true. He liked how those deep blue eyes pierced through him. He could feel the darkness surrounding him and wanted to submit to it, but first he needed to draw Harrison out.

"And the Zabini heir?" Lucius asked in curiosity, knowing his son would never look at him in a romantic light, even if he was incredibly wealthy.

Draco rolled his eyes at the mentioned of Blaise Zabini, "What about him? He does not matter. He has good breeding, wealth and looks, but he is not the one I want. He would bow down to my every whim; he would never challenge me, but treat me like some fragile piece of glass. I am not interested in the roses and hearts type of love. I want the dark possessiveness that drives you to insanity and wills you to do anything for your lover."

"You have spent too much time with Bella." His Father lightly commented. Draco hummed.

"I think I prefer the Black betrothal rings. Draco Malfoy-Black or Draco Malfoy-Potter, they both sound appealing." Draco looked at his hand again.

He glanced in the mirror and took in his appearance. He knew he was beauty with a slender and graceful appearance, "Well, in ten years I'll have my first child. We need to have four as heirs for the Ancient and Nobel Houses of Rosier, Potter, Black and Malfoy. I am still torn on whether I want to get into Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

He looked at his mother for guidance and his father pouted. Narcrissa laughed, "Oh Luc, you can't deny the fact that having four grandchildren does not please you."

"It does, very much so, but Draco never asks for my advice." He gave him a kicked puppy dog look.

Draco rolled his eyes, "It is because you are whipped Father." He heard him spluttered indignantly as he calmly sipped his tea. His mother quickly reassured him that it was not true and that he was a very aggressive man, after those words Draco tuned them out, not wanting to know about his parents' sex life.

"If I got into Ravenclaw, he'll be there, watching me, hating the fools that easily approach me. And when he courts me, my dorm will not be that far away from his. But if I am in Slytherin and somehow," he looked at his mother, "he found out that Zabini likes me, he'll be jealous, especially knowing that I am so far away from him and near other men."