Draco's POV ~
He had woken up groggy and his head hurt. He had been leaving work to get home and make sure Harry wasn't too overwhelmed with looking after their sick kid then he had felt cloth go over his mouth and he had suddenly become extremely tired. He had passed out and that was the last thing he remembered.
The room he was in was dark and he could feel the damp air sticking to his skin and almost touching his very bones. The atmosphere was heavy and his eyes could barely adjust. Not to mention the fact that he had a splitting headache. Damn.
The door opened suddenly, letting a small gust of air in and also a crack of light. A figure waltzed in. They were wearing a mask. A mask Draco knew all too well. He let out a whinny of fear and tried to move back, trying to escape even as the figure walked towards him. "Stay away from me!" He screamed, using every ounce of strength he had left.
He froze in place and the figure went right in front of him placing its hand on his chin. "Your beauty truly is that of legend Mr Malfoy. It's such a shame you fell away from the dark, such a shame you took up with Harry Potter, you could have been great Draco. We could have been great."
The figure tilted his head up until they were basically eye to. Cold brown eyes looked into Draco's own icy silver ones. "You're a death eater." He spat. The figure smiled, crinkling his eyes. "Oh Draco, so are you. Or you will be soon. Voldemort will be back! As soon as I figure out a way to bring him back."
"No!" He screeched, "You can't! You can not bring him back! I will not allow it! NEVER AGAIN. Never again will I let him come back."
"So beautiful, so smart and yet so incredibly stupid. I will bring him back dear Draco and he will make me a king. You will be my queen."
"Never."
The person laughed mirthlessly. "Oh Draco, just you wait. I'll be back my dear." They swept out taking the light with them, again plunging the room into darkness again. Draco struggled against his restraints, needing to get out and warn Harry, driven by some primal instinct and increasingly, love.
The death eater ould be back, he knew he would. He would kill him or make him into a death eater. He glanced at his arm by accident. The mark was long gone, ten years ago it had disappeared just as Voldemort had been killed.
He sat looking at the arm wondering if sooner rather than later the mark would be back.
"Harry will come for me." He whispered into the darkness. "He'll be here soon."
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Фанфикшн~ Drarry fanfic ~ It's been 10 years since the war. The wizarding world has moved on. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have not. Neither, so it seems have several death eaters intent on bringing down the ministry from the inside. Will Harry be able to...
