The Dark Lady and her twisted troubles

The Knight of many beginnings: Part III

Yours,

TheDarkLady 

Knight of many beginnings: Part III

Draco Malfoy hadn’t had a single moment to himself the whole evening. He’d been boundlessly pursued by haughty witches proclaiming in what ways and why their respective daughters were to be betrothed to a handsomely grown young man like himself. All of them no doubt heard of Lucius’ return to Azkaban and seemed to act as though it was negligible. He didn’t know whether to be gratified or annoyed.

Of course the minute his back was turned, it was all they could gossip about.

A familiar swirl of robes and a silky intonation taut with potential anger matched the pressure around his bicep. He looked in askance at the potioneer.

His obsidian eyes sparked dangerously before questioning him, “Where have you been?” The drawling tone edged by annoyance fell to Draco’s ears. He jerked his arm out of Snape’s grasp and answered without a drop of respect, “On the receiving end of marriage proposals.” He growled out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes searching the masses for alcohol.

“Pity.” The answer was laced with derogation. Draco bit back his retort of “Jealous?” and kept his mouth shut. Snape seemed to sense the mood shift and looked less anger ridden.

“Under no circumstances are you to seek out Ivory, if she comes to you, then you reply and leave her be. Is that understood?” Snape’s word had takes on a threatening tone. Draco grit his teeth, his hands splayed.

“Is that understood?” Snape commanded of the inferior Slytherin.

Draco didn’t reply but traces of defeat were clear on his features.

“Who is he?” Draco nodded to the wizard dancing with Ivory, both seemed lost in their own world, the anger hadn’t left him.

“None of your business.” Snape said, careful to keep the tone civil, but still to its purpose.

“If he’s staying at the Manor it is my business.. Professor.”

Draco’s voice was dangerously low and he’d stepped closer to his head of house.

“Ask your mother, she’ll fill you in with the appropriate details. Keep in mind that which we discussed.” Said Snape retreating.

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The Dark Lord sat imperiously and observed all before him.

He tilted his chin slightly higher as Nagini curled around the pillar next to him. She was concealed by the impossibly long curtains that enveloped the thrones.

His thin snake-like mouth curled slightly in revulsion or triumph as he became one with the high of success.

That brute Greyback was ousted from the premises, and so far no irregularities or reports from security had tainted the night.

The hall was brimming with witches and wizards alike, but he spotted Draco sulking near a gaggle of giggling witches; whilst nursing a firewhisky and a scowl that would make fairies shudder.

The Dark Lord followed Draco’s line of vision and saw Ivory and Arlo with their limbs entwined as they danced and whispered to one another, as though each word a secret only known to them.

He narrowed his red slits at the display and flicked his gaze in annoyance to Narcissa and Severus whispering fiercely to one another.

Nagini hissed, seemingly unhappy.