Draco Malfoy Imagines

Unexpectedly Acquainted - #10

You arrived at the Malfoy family's manor. With your fathers hand proudly on your shoulder and your mother beside you, you walk in with your head down, fear coursing through your body. This was it. It was all becoming so real now. And all you wanted to do was run.

Around a month ago you had been forced by your parents to join in with the family hobby. They made you become a Death Eater. You were a pure blood witch with parents who were in Slytherin, and their parents were Slytherin and so forth. You were also part of the infamous green house. That is until you were pulled out of Hogwarts in 5th year. Something about your parents doing a better job of teaching you exactly what you needed to know. That was just the simple way of saying 'we're going to teach you spells that will torture, hurt and kill people. We will also add in a few defensive spells just incase'. You never wanted any of this. In fact you had many muggle born, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and even Gryffindor friends. You just knew that you-know-who would try and kill you and your parents if you didn't join.

So here you were. A cursed tattoo on your forearm, guilt on your mind, stood in the middle of a dark, ominous house of which you had never met the owners, wishing you didn't have to meet who you were about to be confronted by. Let's just say, this wasn't turning out to be the best day for you. Your parents lead you into a shadowy but still lit room with a long black table in the centre. Numerous chairs sat around the grand surface with some people already occupying them. They all seemed a lot older then you, around your mum and dads age or older. Except one.

Almost in the centre of the table sat a young boy who looked about 17 or 18. His hair was a muted washed-out blonde and his eyes, a sad grey tone. His face seemed to reflect the same emotions as yours as he sat up straight with his head down and his arms leant on the table. You were ushered towards a seat almost opposite him. The chair made almost no sound as it was pulled out from under the table, except for a faint swish. The boys eyes flickered up to look at you as you sat down in the tall chair. His eyes seemed empathetic, but his pail lips stayed in the same stone cold expression. Your face wasn't to dissimilar to his; worried and unwilling.
The man beside him sat proudly in his chair as other people entered. But once Voldemort entered the room, his regal posture subsided. Even he seemed concerned about something. You looked over the entire table and noticed only two people who didn't look terrified. Voldemort himself and a crazy, black haired lady who sat near him. The entire table was dressed in the threatening colour of black with seriousness plastered over their faces.

"Good Evening my dear friends." Voldemort greeted you all as he walked around the table. "I see we have a new visitor with us today." He spoke, slowly making his way towards you. "And what's your name?" He asked, placing his long, thin fingers over the back of your chair.
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N), sir." You quietly replied clearing your dry throat after.
He nodded slowly. "Another (Y/L/N). Well well. Now I have the set. A compleat Malfoy and (Y/L/N) set." He chuckled as the boy opposite you lifted his head.

Voldemort continued round the table, preaching about 'mudbloods' and 'blood traitors'. You tried to zone out to distract yourself from the insulting things he was saying about people you know. But the cackle of the crazy haired lady kept pulling you away from your thoughts.
"Bellatrix. As much as I admire you bloodlust, you need to remember. We can't go killing our own." Voldemort spoke to the obnoxiously loud lady.
"But it's not like she looks like she wants to be here. Seriously. Look at her face." Bellatrix hissed in your direction.
Your eyes widened realising they were talking about you noncommittal reactions to the whole agenda. You didn't say a word but instead just sat there looking prettified.
"Maybe we should have someone keep an eye on her. So she doesn't go wandering off to that goodie-goodie, Harry Potter." She suggested, looking slowly round the table for someone she thought suitable.
Your father lifted his hand to speak but before he could get a word in Voldemort spoke. "I believe she is right. But not the parents. You have both done well but she needs someone who can be around her without raising to many alarm bells." He told the table.
Bellatrix smirked knowing exactly what Voldemort was implying. "Draco my dear. How about you." She ordered, not actually giving him a choice.
The blonde looked over at the pare of them with uncertainty. "What exactly do you want me to do?" He asked timidly.
"Just make sure she isn't communicating with any undesirables." She assured him, smiling menacingly.
Draco nodded and looked back at you. He attempted to give you a small smile but given the circumstances, it was quick and halfhearted.

The meeting droned on for a while longer but all you could do was sneak glimpses at your new acquaintance. He had a strong jaw line with flawless features. Draco wore a black shirt, black tie and matching suit jacket. It suited him, contrasting the lightness of his skin and hair which defined him. He caught you looking at him once or twice but you instantly looked over to other members of the table in a bid to seem like you weren't staring.

After the whole discussion was over, people began apparateing out of the manor. Your father ushered you up as he walked over to Draco and his family. "Lucius!" Your father called gaining the long, white haired mans attention. "What does this mean then?" He demanded, stopping in front of four people, three of which you knew the names of.
You stood next to your father and your mother stood behind you. The scene was mirrored by the Malfoy family, with the addition of Bellatrix who was skipping and scurrying around the six of you.
She began to speak before anyone else. "It means Mr (Y/L/N), that your daughter is going to have to stay here for a little while. Just so make sure she doesn't get into any trouble, that's all." She taunted getting very close to your father and standing on the tips of her toes to get anywhere near to him.
He wore a displeased expression. "If it's what the Dark Lord wants then I'm not going to object. But I swear if you hurt her-" he began angrily.
Draco's mother interrupted calmly. "I can assure you nothing will happen to her. We shall keep her safe." She clarified, smiling sweetly at you.
"Thank you Narcissa" your mother responded in the same tone as her friends.
Narcissa placed her hand on Draco's shoulder. "Do you want to take (Y/N) round the house. Just show her around a bit. We just need to talk to her parents a moment." She asked. Draco nodded.

He tilted his head towards the staircase behind him and lead you down it. "I'm Draco by the way, but I guess you already heard that." He smiled, uncertain of how you would respond to him.
You gave a smile back to him as you continued to walk together. "I'm (Y/N)." You introduced.
He held out his hand and you shook it. At least you didn't hate each other. That would have been a disaster.