Forbidden (Dramione)

Forbidden (Dramione Love Story)

Draco

  "Draco, I just got you the new nimbus five years ago, I'm not going to buy you a Firebolt." Draco sighed and slammed my new green seaker's gloves on the counter of Quality Quidditch Supplies. Draco's father was being exceedingly dense. How was Slytherin supposed to win the Quidditch Cup when Gryffindor has a Firebolt? His long blonde hair and pale features made him bothed awed and hated by most people. "But father," Draco started, but Lucius pulled him out of the shop by the arm, with Draco just managing to grab the gloves before he was being dragged down Diagon Ally. They turned sharpley to the left and ended up at a sidestreet shortcut to Nocturn Ally.

"Listen Draco," Lucius said angrily, taking the collar of the pale boy's robes in his clenched fist, "I have a limited time out of jail. I need all the money I can to bribe the minister of magic to let me out." He took a breath and looked around and continued, quickly, "You can't go around like a whiney little boy asking for gifts anymore Draco! You need make people respect you. Play up your pureblood status if they don't. Use my name, use Aunt Bella's and Greyback's names if you must. You can't afford to taint the name of Malfoy anymore than I already have. Understand?" Draco looked annoyed then back and nodded. He didn't need to be spoken to like a child. He was in his 6th year at Hogwarts. "Good," his father smiled,"Go on wait for your mother by the joke shop. She'll take you to get new robes." He strode off, his black, high collared robes billowing behind him before he disapparated at the end of the road.     Seething, Draco walked back up the empty streets, back past Quality Quidditch Supplies, and past Ollivander's empty shop with a broken window. Fear suddenly ignited in the pit of his stomach. Just days earlier, he had seen the old man beaten and bloody being dragged into his basement at the manor house.

     But what was scarier was that you-know-who had showed up not just to interrogate Ollivander, but to tell Draco and his mum that Draco would be accepted into the death-eaters. His snake's eyes had then traveled to Draco's arm. "The mark will be given to you by myself." He'd paused, evidently waiting for thanks. He had hurriedly answered, "Thank you, my lord. That is a great honor." Only then had Voldemort continued, "Exactly three days from now at six o'clock." He had left without another word.

  Draco was proud. He had to be the youngest death eater ever. But this day was drawing to a close, and at six o'clock this evening, he would be branded with the dark mark. 'Don't think about that Draco' he told himself. To distract himself he ran into Weasley's Wizard Weases. He had an hour before his mother would be here. That would give him time to think about how to get in Borgin and Burkes...