The Beauty of the Beast [Dramione]

Failed Interrogation

He-ey everybody...long time no see. So I've diagnosed myself with chronic Writer's Block, and this story is just writing itself because I've just completely lost it.

This chapter was just going to be an Author's Note to explain why I haven't updated in forever, but I decided that would be evil, so I tried to put something together.

Please read the bottom authors notes, as they contain some very important questions...

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter series!

Back at the Headquarters of the Order of the Pheonix, Harry sat on the edge of his chair facing his slightly damp but ever-so-arrogant enemy. Green eyes glared into the other's icy blue ones, in a silent exchange. Finally, with a sigh, Harry looked away. The blonde smirked.

Malfoy's unnerving glare sent shivers down Harry's spine, and he couldn't help but remember the boy he was at school. In their sixth year and throughout Malfoy's seventh year, rumors had been circulating that Voldemort had taken Malfoy up as his 'apprentice' with the intention that he would carry on his legacy after his death. Harry knew that the wizard facing him now was much stronger than anyone else had anticipated, and he was suddenly full aware the danger that had been brought in to the Headquarters.

This was not the boy who had cowered in the Room of Requirement in the face of the roaring fire, this was a ruthless killing machine, and Harry knew it. The countless reports in The Quibbler(Luna's father secretly printed off the copies after the Death Eaters took over the newspapers, and he distributed them among members and friends of the Order) explained in full detail the extent of the Death Eater's reign of terror all around the world, and the countless killing sprees. Unleashing dementors on innocent muggles, setting loose werewolves in cities, and vampires and all sorts of monsters haunted streets everywhere.

Harry procured from his pocket the small bottle, filled with a clear liquid. Veritaserum. Malfoy's eyes showed no signs of surprise, or even interest. Harry tried his best to sound professional.

"You know what this is, and I won't use it unless I think you're being unreasonable and a liar."

Malfoy snorted. "That won't change my personality, I'm afraid. It may keep me from outright lying, but that's not going to stop me from acting however I want. I think you'll find I've had quite a lot of time to practice being a bastardly son-of-a-bitch. Though I must say, you play the part equally as well."

Harry reddened. "All the same, I will use it if I need to."

Malfoy's eyes seemed to say go right ahead and his calmness infuriated Harry. "Well then," he said abruptly, "let's get started."

Already a full Occlumens (and able to aptly preform Legilimens), Draco was perfectly at ease in his position. He knew that he was too high in the Death Eater's Ranks to lose, and besides, he was the Dark Lord's successor, at least when dear Aunt Bellatrix was out of the picture. She had stepped in with the help of some of the elder death eaters who had previously been hisadvisors and together they had offered him the spot of Bellatrix's right-hand man, her deputy of sorts, with her in charge. He had no choice but to accept and bide his time, though he knew that she would be on her guard.

He also knew that the more 'at ease' he seemed, the more infuriated Potter looked. His face looked red, and his glasses were askew, not to mention he was nervously tapping his foot.

Harry was about to ask his first question, when Draco smoothly interrupted.

"Surprised weasel isn't with you. Oh, my bad, the weasel's out of the picture now, isn't he. Shame, I guess there goes Granger's last chance at ever getting married."

Harry sputtered, and his hands clenched up. Draco kept going.

"I don't how you can live with yourself, knowing that you've practically killed your little best friend. Half of your little posse gone, soon you'll just run out of people to worship you, Saint Potter, they'll all die, and then where will you be with no one to dress you and shower you with compliments?"

Harry stood up and began walking towards the door. he stopped halfway, turned around, looked back at Draco, pointed his wand at him and muttered "ernunculus." and walked out, shutting the door behind him, and not bothering to marvel at his handiwork, a large, itchy, botchy, red rash that had begun to form all over Malfoy's face.

To all those that R&R at that pitifully short chapter...food. Enough said.

So I mentioned up top the writer's block. When they find a cure, I promise I will be first in line, but for now, I might have to run off external ideas. Which is where you all come in! Just PM me or review the story with your ideas or what you want to happen concerning...

1.) Draco's changing relationship with the Order of the Pheonix

2.) Draco and Hermione's relationship

3.) How Jacob escapes from the Ministry

Of course, any other ideas are welcome! So please let me know, every little bit helps!

I'm going to go look up cures for Writer's Block. Hopefully see you all again soon.