A Deatheater's Life ( A Draco Malfoy fanfic)

Maybe

We were left there in awe of what had happened.

"I didn't expect him to get so mad," Draco said quietly.

"I did," I chimed in. I knew it was going to happen, " It's a touchy subject, what did you think was going to happen?" Draco looked at me like he knew I was crazy.

"Come on, let's go," He grabbed my hand and apparated back to the manor. We landed in the foyer and he let go of my hand straight away and started jogging up the stairs, leaving me to stand there and watch him go up the stairs and wonder what was going through his head.

Some times I forget that we're not the only ones in the house anymore. 

This is one of those times.

I started off towards the kitchen, because so much had just happened, I was still wearing my pajamas, and I hadn't eaten all day. I opened every cupboard and grabbed everything that looked semi-edible. I took all of the stuff and trekked up the stairs all the way to the third level. I managed to open my door and plop everything down on my bed and then realized forgot something to drink. So, I shuffled all the way back down the kitchen, but when I got to the foyer area, there was a very loud POP right next to me and scared the absolute shit out of me.

"jeSUS FUCK WHAT tHE shIT!" I yelled, jumping back and grabbing my wand out of my pocket. My eyes widened when I realized the figure standing in front of me was the Dark Lord. He smirked like he'd done something good. Everyone who's been in the presence of him says that he has this numbing effect on them. I just think its fear. I don't feel anything but stupidity.

"Send some warning next time," I sad, shoving my wand back into my pocket. I got no response, but he turned and started walking away.

"You're the Dark Lord, shouldn't you have someone to (my voice got all prissy) 'announce the presence of the Dark Lord' himself?" There was a whoosh of black smoke and he was gone, but appeared again in seconds right behind me.

"It would ruin the surprise," he said behind me.

"Fair enough," I said and walked back to the kitchen, leaving Voldemort to wonder who the hell I was, because he'd never met me before. Oh, he'd heard about me, sure. But he's never seen me. 

I decided that Draco needed some comforting since he hadn't come out of his room in about 3 hours and it was heading onto about 10:00 at night. I walked across the hall and down a level to his room, and softly knocked on the door. 

No response. 

So I opened the door and let myself in. I looked around, and the room was dark and I couldn't see anything, but I looked on his bed and there he'd made himself a cave of blankets. I walked over to him.

"Knock, knock," I said softly, in case he was asleep.

"Go away," he replied, muffled by the amount of blankets over his head. I ignored him and lifted up the blanket and crawled inside, where Draco was curled up into a ball, in his boxers.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"No," he replied.

"Whats wrong?" 

"I don't know. I'm just really sad," he stretched out his legs until he was laying flat on his back. He turned to look at me.

"I don't know why I'm so sad. It's not my kid, which means I can be with you now. But I'm scared because I don't know if you want to be with me too," he finished speaking and braced himself like I was going to hit him, which of course I wasn't.

"I do want to be with you, but I just got used to the idea of our friendship, and I think it should stay that way for awhile." I told him. I didn't want to ruin things, because they'd just gotten so good. He and I were getting along again, and he trusted me.

I didn't want to have to lose him all over again.