I'd Follow You (a Draco Malfoy story)

Chapter Ten

The way the brown hair fell so that it created a shield from him as he watched out of the corner of his eye, she had barely talked to him since school started two months ago. Not that he cared much, actually he didn't care at all. Its not as if he missed her presence within his small group.

Draco shook his head slightly, rubbing his eyes and inwardly groaning as he looked down at his bangers and mash with uninterest.

"Draco--" Blaise's interruption was cut off by the sharp peck of a beak. Draco flinched as his hawk looked at him with a bored expression, holding out a note tied to his claw. With shallow breaths Draco hesitantly took the note.

Don't forget.

Was all that was scrawled across the parchment in Draco's shaking hands, cold sweat formed on his neck and his breathing was now hitched as he looked at the two simple words that instilled so much fear into the sixteen year old.

"Mate, you alright? You aren't looking so good," Blaise's voice called to him, pulling Draco from his trance like state.

Draco shook his head furiously, getting up without a word and hurrying through the corridor. Classes would have to wait. He needed to start his work. His mission.

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"Now Draco, this is an honor. You should be proud," Narcissa Malfoy gave a feeble smile as she took her son's hands in hers.

Draco didn't look up in attempt to avoid eye contact as his stomach churned, "I'm sorry, love."

Draco nodded as footsteps echoed in the hall, a hand clasped his shoulder, he gave a small nod to his father. "We need this, Draco. Our family needs you to do this."

In school he came off as a big brute, who could do whatever he wanted and not be affected by any consequence, but he wasn't a murderer. He wasn't that kind of person.

Draco opened his mouth, about to say something but the look at his father's face--a look that said there was no way out of this--and his mother's look that looked as if to say she was sorry stopped his words. With a single nod Draco walked off to his room where even the fire that heated to room seemed to leave the room ice cold.

He closed his door and pushed his back into the dark wood, sliding to the ground where he eventually held his head in his hands and let the tears fall.

He would fail this mission. Dooming them all.

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The black box stood tall, mocking Draco as he growled at it, it was beyond repair and he was on a schedule. This placed a huge obstacle in his way.

"You're useless," Draco muttered, picking up his bag before leaving the room and feeling something hit his side as the door disappeared behind him. "Shit," he whispered as he looked around.

"Well, thanks for that," the voice was music to his ears as he watched Angelina get to her feet. "I love having a bruise on my arse."

"Could've been worse," Draco tried to joke.

Angelina froze, her eyes widened as she took in Draco, "I'm sorry..."

Draco shrugged it off, "don't worry, be seeing you," he turned to leave but Angelina's hand grabbed Draco's arm. "What Parkinson?"

Angelina looked taken aback, opening and closing her mouth slightly before dropping her hand which left a warm spot Draco felt through his robes. "You look....hang on....when has there been a door there?"

Sweat formed on his neck as he looked at the door, "it's the toilet."

Angelina squinted her eyes, looking even cuter than normal, which made Draco's heart lurch into his throat, "I've walked these corridors for an entire year and have never seen this before."