Out Of Control - Draco Malfoy

Saint

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My mind searches for ways to escape this cruel table. Only finding the solution of death. When my family started working for The Dark Lord. They did not just work for him.

They bonded as if they were meant to be. Some sort of trio going on that no one ever saw coming.

When my mother and father walked the corridors of Hogwarts, nothing but bright colours bothered them. They were silent, dark and trouble. Unlike Tom Riddle.

He was silent, yes. Yet brilliant. The light in professors' eyes. Never saw evil in him.

How the three of them ended up being the unbreakable bond knows no one, only them.

Over time, they become more powerful. More deathly. Though, my parents are nowhere near Voldemort's capability. They're just his side-men.

The Dark Lord's felicitous speech inspires the whole table. Some laughing, others hiding their heads behind a mask. A mentally one, that is.

The Malfoy family and ours are seated across from each other. Presenting the same writing in different fonts. Both of our skins are as pale as the pages in new books. Both of our parents only wanting one child, to be successful and committed. Next to our last names and my hair being pitch-black, Malfoy's being white, nothing is that much of a difference.

"I do have one last request." My father on my right speaks up, his posture straight and professional.

"Yes, Alvarez?" Voldemort clears his throat.

"For our bloodlines to continue and not be ruined by Potter during the attack," his voice turns vile at the mention of the boy. "I suggest to hide Nailea and Draco. Keep them in a safe place at the time and have them married by the time they turn eighteen."

My eyes grow wide at his mention of mine and Draco's name together. In one sentence.

"Father, we have talked about this." I warn him, keeping my face as numb as possible.

"Why, I find this idea reasonable." Voldemort chimes in, looking at both Draco and me.
Interest sparkling in his eyes.

Anger boils my blood, gushing nothing but adrenaline through my veins.

Marry at eighteen? With Draco? To keep the bloodline pure.. There is no way I am willing to do that.

Not only am I supposed to be living my teenage years, which are now ruined. But I also have to give myself to him? Because of some bloodline?

"Agreed." Says Lucius, his eyes falling to mine before he adds. "Wouldn't want my son to marry some filthy-blooded girl. It's not like you're painful to look at either."

Draco now drifts his gaze to me too, visibly not approving of the situation either. His pupils are undeniably small. Barely visible. Though this room is dark.

I shift uncomfortably in my chair at all the attention finding us. Puzzling together how we'd look one year from now.

Not great if I have any opinion in it. Just because we're both from pure-blooded ancestors doesn't mean we're meant to be together?

Malfoy is cruel. Does not care about a single thing in this messed up world. Thinks a brain is more necessary than a heart.

Looks are endgame. -His words- without looks you only have vocal cords. And what are they good for if you don't look like you can rule the world?

Everything about him is not in my comfort zone. Especially his friends. If anything, they are worse.

Mattheo is smart, quick, good in conversation.

Theo is strong, loyal.

Blaise is your worst nightmare. Only if you are his enemy.

They could destroy everything and everyone in one snap of a finger. I'm fascinated by how they haven't found the right timing yet.

So, I'm basically a saint in their eyes.

Conversation goes on around the table. Well, not really conversation since Voldemort only allows our families to speak up if necessary. Otherwise you can only speak when spoken to.

And soon, my thoughts are filled by how my life was ruined the day I was born.