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Bound by Darkness, Tied by Love (Draco Malfoy0

The air inside Malfoy Manor was thick with tension, the weight of the Dark Lord's presence suffocating the grand hall. Draco stood near the corner, his heart racing, eyes fixed on the familiar, yet dangerously alluring figure that had just swept through the entrance. You. Bellatrix Lestrange's adopted daughter. You were a mystery, someone who had always stayed in the shadows during your time at Hogwarts. No one dared mess with you.

Except, of course, for him.

Draco had been captivated by you for years, ever since he first saw you stalking the halls of the Slytherin common room like a queen, untouchable and fearless. Your bloodline, though adopted, was impeccable in the eyes of the Dark Lord, and your power matched your mother's ruthlessness. Still, Draco could never muster the courage to approach you, not because you intimidated him—but because he admired you far too much. You had always been out of his reach, a distant figure in his mind, and he had never known how to cross that chasm.

Until tonight.

You walked into the room, your posture as straight as ever, Bellatrix close behind you, her wild eyes gleaming with approval. She was proud of you, that much was clear. After all, you had never feared anything—not even Voldemort himself.

Draco's gaze couldn't leave you, his heart thudding painfully in his chest as he wondered what role you had been summoned here to play. The Dark Lord's gaze, cold and calculating, fell upon you as you stepped closer to the circle of Death Eaters gathered before him. His snake-like face betrayed nothing, but his eyes, red and piercing, seemed to glow with dark intent.

"Y/N," Voldemort's voice was soft but commanding. "I have a special task for you."

You lifted your chin slightly, your eyes narrowing in defiance. "What is it?" you asked, your tone calm, controlled. No sign of fear, not even before the darkest wizard in history.

"I want you to kill... Harry Potter," Voldemort hissed, his voice cutting through the silence of the room.

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "And what will you do, my Lord? Sit back and watch?"

Bellatrix stiffened behind you, her sharp eyes darting between you and Voldemort. Everyone in the room went still. You didn't care. You had never been one to cower, even before the Dark Lord.

Draco's heart stopped as he saw Voldemort's cold expression harden. You had overstepped. His eyes flickered, and without warning, his pale, bony hand extended toward Draco. In one swift motion, Voldemort's wand pressed hard against Draco's neck. Draco froze, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the tip of Voldemort's wand dig into his skin.

The silence that followed was deafening. All eyes were on you now.

"Perhaps," Voldemort whispered, his voice full of menace, "you need a little more motivation. Or shall I punish young Malfoy here for your insolence?"

Draco's pulse pounded in his ears as he looked at you, his heart thudding with terror. His eyes locked onto yours, searching for any sign of what you were thinking, but your expression remained unreadable, that familiar mask of confidence covering whatever was going on inside.

But something flickered in your eyes—something he hadn't seen before. Fear. Not for yourself. For him.

"No," you said, your voice sharp but quiet. "I'll do it."

Voldemort's lips curled into a thin smile, clearly pleased with your submission. He lowered his wand from Draco's neck, and Draco exhaled shakily, though the fear still gripped him tightly. He could see the subtle tension in your jaw, the way your hands clenched at your sides. This wasn't like you. You didn't take orders from anyone, not even the Dark Lord himself. But this... This was different.