Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

A/N This is the only chapter to come from Draco's viewpoint.


Chapter 6 Draco's Thoughts

One minute he was on the top of the the Astronomy Tower and the next he had AK'd Dumbledore and was racing to get off of Hogwart's grounds in order to apparate back to the Dark Lord. Potter had been tailing him, putting on quite a chase, but, as always, he had prevailed. Oh, how he would have loved to be able to go after Potter as well, but his master had said to leave the boy unharmed.

When he had entered into his Lord's presence with the penseive evidence that he had, in fact, carried out his mission with no hesitation whatsoever, the Dark Lord was pleased. He had expected Draco to wimp out and then he would have had a nice torture to look forward to. He even told Draco so.

Instead, Draco was to be rewarded. He was now in the Dark Lord's inner circle; a place where his father had one been. Thinking of his father only angered him. The man had been pathetic. He couldn't even plan a raid to go off in the middle of the night. Because of his ineptness, their master had been forced to show himself openly before intended. It had it's pluses, like being able to recruit easier, but it had its minuses, like everyone believing Potter and Dumbledore.

His father was now in the dungeons, and Draco had even been given the joy of torturing the man on a couple of occasions. The best part was that before being put into the dungeons, Lucius had been forced to waive his rights to his title and fortune, leaving his wife the Malfoy inheritance earlier than expected.

Draco was now staying at the castle his Lord had taken as his base of operations. He could not go home to the Manor or any of the places people knew he would like, as he might be caught and given the kiss straight off. He had been to all the required functions but life was pretty boring here. Sure, Pansy had came to visit after meetings a couple times for a quickie, but he wanted to DO something. Man, it sucked being number two on the most wanted list.

Then, about two weeks after he left Hogwarts, at eleven thirty at night he was summoned to the throne room. There were other Death Eater arriving when he did, but including himself, they only totaled six. His mother and aunt were there, as well as McNair, Dolohov, and another he didn't recognize. They were told that with that night would come either a new ally with much to offer, or a new victim to play with. At ten minutes to midnight, McNair and Dolohov were sent to the apparation location in Enfield.

Imagine his shock when they returned with none other than that mudblood, Granger. And then for her to be bowing before his master, treating him with respect. She didn't shake or quiver or any of the other things the others do when trying to conquer their fear of being at the mercy of the Dark Lord. When she gave him a locket from around her neck, though he put on a cool front, he had been overjoyed. And what had she meant when she said she had only just found out about it?

Then she told them the prophecy his father had thrown his life away over. Really, it didn't say much they didn't already know, one must kill the other, blah, blah, blah. But Dumbledore thought Potter would win because he could love? It was one of the funniest things Draco had ever heard. And the revelation that the Order resided at his ancestral home! The mudblood had found it so easy to give the clues that led to the understanding. But she lived there. Mucking up what should be his.

When she refused the Mark he had hissed at her. He could not yell like his aunt; she would have known his voice. Her reasoning, though, had made sense. Then she had stripped. Who would have known that this whole time, under her robes was such a body. His master had motioned for him to hold the Mudblood in place for the ceremony. He had knealt behind her, wrapping his arms around her naked body, holding her arms down as he encircled her stomach.

For ten long minutes she had squirmed against him in pain. While she had not been able to control her muscles from twitching, and had her head thrown back onto his shoulder the majority of the time, tears streaming down her face, she never once had cried out. Even he had screamed during his Marking Ceremony. It had caused him to become hard, which he was sure she could feel, but hadn't noticed for all the pain to her breast. By the time the ritual was over he had already climaxed in his pants, and he would have to live with it until he got back to his quarters.

In the next two days, he spent an unhealthy portion of time thinking of the mudblood. He was still in shock that she wanted to turn away from Potter and become a spy for his master. Their master. When Pansy had come to see him, he had been thinking of Granger's body while with her. It was disgusting, really.

Then he had been called back to the throne room, along with McNair. Granger had arrived, and in her conversation with the master had spoke of himself with respect. It was one of the last things he ever would have imagined hearing out of her mouth, and unfortunately, it only caused him to think on her more. He had been slightly surprised by her mission, however she hadn't been. When she had spoken to them, she had been direct; quite the leader. Though if he had been slightly surprised of her mission, he was completely taken aback at the knowledge that the mudblood had already planned the demise of her parents.

He was quickly becoming obsessed with the woman and he couldn't stop chiding himself over it. The events of the next night had only served to reinforce the obsession. He had never seen her in makeup, or with her hair tamed, unless one counted the Yule Ball, and she really was pretty. Her family home was so strange, all the items muggles had. Then he had walked into a chair and she had repremanded him. He didn't know why, but he had almost felt ashamed. Then she threatened to kill McNair over her cat; no kneazle. Where did she get one of those?

She had knocked on her parents door. That meant she wanted them to know what was happening to them. All she really had to do was walk in, AK them in their sleep, and be done with it. Instead, she chose to make her father cut her mother, and then kill her before killing himself. It had turned him on to see her so in control, and so comfortable with it. She never wavered or showed the slightest bit of remorse. She told them a message for the Dark Lord, retrieved her diary, and sent up the Dark Mark. When asked how she knew the spell she had replied that she had seen it done at the World Cup.

McNair had been especially impressed with her, though he had not found out why until they went back to their Lord to give him the pensieve evidence of the events. Upon viewing the memories He had remarked that the mudblood had done her homework. When he had asked about the statement he had been told the during His first reign, many muggles had been killed in the exact same fashion, down to the carvings in the stomach. The muggle police had realized they were connected to each other, but had never been able to figure out how, as in every case all of the evidence had only pointed to a husband who snapped before killing his wife, and then himself.

The Dark Lord had agreed with Granger's assessment that it would not be prudent to call her for a week or two, but he now had every intention of displaying her to his full inner circle as a Death Eater. It seemed as though He was becoming enraptured with the girl, and Draco could not blame him one bit.