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Huge thanks to my betas Audrey
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Chapter 08. A Quick Attack.

Malfoy
woke up early the next day, ready to confront his godfather. He had already
made his decision; he would make it known, and maybe ask for the potions master
to be the one who would kill him. First he�ll try to convince the man he
respected most that humiliation was not power, that the Death Eaters will gain
nothing from servitude to the Dark Lord. He wasn�t expecting to change Snape�s mind, but at least he could make the reasons for
his choice clear.

He
went downstairs, it was still too early for anyone to be in the common room,
but when he was about to exit he noticed in the scarce light a bundle in one of
the armchairs. Curious he approached it and removed the blanket that partially
covered a student�s body. It was Blaise, sound asleep and looking paler than
last afternoon. Draco sighed in exasperation; surely the boy visited his
girlfriend in the night and had been too tired to go upstairs. But then he
noticed that the blanket was from one of the Slytherin�s
beds and Zabini had his pajamas on. So, if he had gone to his own room to
change clothes, then why was he sleeping on an armchair? Draco shook him gently
and Zabini�s black eyes snapped open in surprise.

�Oh,
Draco, it�s you�

�What
are you doing here Blaise? Got some strange habits during the break?�

�Hell, no! I� I just couldn�t sleep� I think Crabbe and Goyle make me nervous.�

�Don�t
be silly! Those two are harmless; neither would follow the Dark Lord. In fact,
there�s no one left in Slytherin faithful to him.�

��You sure of that?� Blaise looked at him questioningly;
Draco supposed the boy was asking him about his own choices.

�I�m
sure Zabini. I�d rather be dead�

�Which
is how we will all end sooner or later, is it not?�

�Yeah,
but at least it�s our choice.�

�You
don�t sound too convinced.�

�Well,
I actually really like my life, but between ending it or
being a servant, I prefer the former.�

�Mmm.�

�Go
back to your room Blaise, it is morning already, see you at breakfast�

Draco
started to walk towards the exit again, when Blaise�s
voice stopped him.

�Draco!�

�Yes?�

�Er� listen, could I take a short
nap in your room? I� I don�t want to wake up those two yet.�

Blaise
was biting his lip in nervousness and Malfoy narrowed his eyes. Instinct was
telling him that Zabini was hiding something.

�Sure,
I�ll be back in a moment.�

�Thanks�
The boy stood and surrounded himself with the blanket. �Er�
you be careful ok?�

�Sure.�
Malfoy quirked up an eyebrow and watched as his friend walked towards the
stairs and climbed up. Was it his imagination or was Blaise limping slightly?
He wanted to go and ask the boy if everything was all right, but professor
Snape was waiting for him and he would have to hurry or he�d be late. Draco
turned and exited the common room, thinking that he would have to talk with
Zabini later. He failed to notice the dark stain in the armchair where Blaise
had been sleeping.

Draco
entered his professor�s private office feeling strangely calm and took a seat
in front of him, waiting for harsh words that never came. His godfather didn�t
ask for any kind of explanation, neither did he make the smallest comment on Draco�s actions; instead he delivered a little speech which
fashioned after the one the Headmaster gave at dinner. It seemed as if the
potions master felt Dumbledore�s reassurances as more of a threat.

�You
know Mr. Malfoy that now Slytherin House will be closely watched; I think some
of your schoolmates would prove to be most annoying from now on. I�m counting
on you to keep the House united, we are much less now, but that doesn�t mean we
are going to let the other Houses see us as weak. Maybe some of the students
will try to make alliances, be very careful of what you say and to whom you say
it, I don�t need to tell you that not all the students from the other Houses
are oblivious to the recent events outside Hogwarts and how that affects our House,
do I?�

�No
sir.� Draco had for some odd reason thought about Granger, but he realized the
potions master was talking about the other followers of the Dark Lord, those
that weren�t Slytherins and were still at Hogwarts; spies of a sort for the
dark wizard.

�Good.
I�m sure you are quite capable of looking after yourself, and to not make any
unwise comments to the wrong people.�

�Don�t
worry sir� I will be careful.�

Snape
walked to the chair where Malfoy was sitting and grabbed one of the boy�s
shoulders.

�You
better be boy, now that you have made your choice, you will have to live with
it.�

�Most likely die with it� thought Malfoy. At last the man was
acknowledging his godson�s decision. Draco waited for the rest of the
reprimand; the professor�s hand on his shoulder felt heavy but comforting at
the same time, his godfather�s voice was clear in his ears.

�I
hope you don�t make the mistake of taking the Headmaster�s words for granted,
and delude yourself into thinking that you�re safe just for being inside
Hogwarts.�

Draco
smirked and shook his head a little.

�I�m
not that stupid. I know perfectly well that no place is safe now.�

�Good�
Snape released him and started to walk again to his desk. �Now go, and be sure
that Slytherin House will take it easy in this unity project of the Headmaster,
I want everyone to know perfectly well the floor in which they�re standing on
before starting to make alliances. They must understand the risk of their
position now.�

Draco
was really shocked at this; he stared at his godfather wondering if the man
still had doubts about the boy�s position, or if he simply wasn�t understanding what his godfather wanted. Snape turned to
look at him when he didn�t move and lifted an eyebrow.

�Is
there a problem Mr. Malfoy?�

�Sure there is. Who are you and
where my godfather is?� he thought somewhat confused. �I� well sir, I had thought that you� I
mean you are� mmm� one of my father�s �friends� and I don�t think they�re very
pleased with me right now. So I thought you� uh��

Draco
found himself at a loss for words. What was he really expecting from this man?
This was Hogwarts after all, and Snape was a professor, he couldn�t threaten a
student with death, much less crucio him, but then
the boy realized he had been expecting anger, disapproval, disappointment, even
distaste from him. None of those feelings had been present in his godfather�s
eyes, and it had been so shocking to not find them there that his brain had
demanded an explanation rather than feeling relieved because of it.� Snape must have sensed his discomfiture because
he turned to him and said:

�You
expected perhaps punishment for your rebellious attitude towards your father?
Mr. Malfoy I really have no place interfering in your relation with him, even
when it affects your future directly. I think you�re old enough to know the
consequences of your actions.�

�Just great! He thinks I�m doing this because of some quarrel with my father? Give
me some credit man!�
Before he could think what he was doing, he locked eyes with his godfather and
started explaining to him the reason for his decision; he didn�t want the man
thinking that his choice was only a tantrum on his part.

�It
has nothing to do with father; I�m still here because I decided a long time ago
that I was not going to join his circle of �friends.��

�You
did?� asked Snape with a dubious look; the boy felt as though he was not being
considered seriously.

�Yes,
you just said that I�m old enough to know the consequences of my actions, why
do I have the impression that you don�t believe it?�

Snape
turned again to face his student fully. �Draco, I know perfectly well that you
have put some thought into your decision and have considered it carefully.
While I fail to comprehend the motives, I accept it. What I wonder boy, is if
you will change your mind when you see your father.�

Malfoy
took a sharp intake of breath, the image of his father at a robbed figure�s
feet clear in his mind, only once he had seen the Dark Lord and a few of his
Death Eaters, that one time had been enough for him to despise them all.

�I
assure you godfather, I will keep my choice.�

�We�ll
see, I suppose you know what the only path you have is now.�

The
blond watched his godfather carefully, realizing that the man believed that he
wanted to continue living, so the �path�
he was referring to was Dumbledore. His face did a gesture of distaste.

�I�m
going neutral for now.�

�Neutrality
is a pleasure that you�d only get while in Hogwarts, but soon you will have to
make your decision and there are only two choices in this war Draco, you�re
with your father�s master, or you are not.�

�There�s still a third choice
godfather, that�s what I get� Draco thought while watching the man in front of him and said clearly:
�I�ll keep that in mind�

Snape
narrowed his eyes at him, maybe in annoyance, Malfoy wanted to say more, he
wanted to tell his godfather all the reasons he had to not follow the Dark
Lord, all that he was planning to say in the first place, but he got the
impression that, somehow, the man already knew them. It was an odd feeling, but
enough for him to shut up and just listen to the potions master.

�Very
well then, now go, breakfast is waiting.�

�Yes
sir.�

Draco
walked to the door, stopped at the doorway and turned a last time.

�Sir?�

�Something else Mr. Malfoy?�

�Why? Why are you following him?
Will you be the one who kills me? I prefer it that way� Draco watched the man he respected
more than his own father, and bit his lip, he really didn�t want to know. �Nothing Sir.� And he was gone.

Snape
saw his godson leave the office and narrowed his eyes in concern. There was
death in the mind of the young Malfoy, had been there for a while if his
insight had been correct. How could it have escaped him? The boy had seemed
depressed since his father had been sent to Azkaban, but Snape had thought it
of little importance, thinking that it was a natural sentiment for a son. Now
it seemed like he had made a mistake. He had been so pleased that Draco had not
gone to the Dark Lord, thinking that maybe the boy would make a choice that
could save him from the dark wizard�s claws. In a way he had done it, Draco
Malfoy had chosen death over servitude. Snape didn�t like it; he would very
much prefer the boy to be alive when all this mess was finished. That was if it
finished with the Dark Lord dead. If that was not the case, then he would
happily join his godson in a tour to the forbidden forest without wand; until
then he decided that he would better keep a closer watch on the boy.

Draco
walked slowly back to the Slytherin common room, feeling utterly confused. He
really didn�t know how to deal with his godfather�s apparent acceptance of the
situation. He had felt highly uncomfortable with the man�s calm demeanor; he
would have preferred an angrier Snape than what he had been given. Maybe
Granger wasn�t the only nut case around here.

And
there he was, thinking about Granger again. Damn! He was really going to miss
her body beside his. It had felt so good having something so nice for once in
his life, something not tainted by the shadow of his father. Even his
occasional affairs had been spoiled by the threat of Lucius�
anger. He sighed, better to forget it; he had gotten his little piece of heaven
for a while and she really did mean nothing to him, it was better to keep it
that way.

He
kept on walking, his mind wandering back to his little talk with his Head of
House in an effort to stop his memories of Granger�s body. He thought that
getting his House under control would be no problem. Then his mind registered
something it had dismissed as unimportant before, professor Snape had said
something about a unity project? What unity project? Great! It seemed that he
had lost an important part of Dumbledore�s speech last night. He was thinking
about asking Zabini about it when he remembered the boy had taken dinner in the
hospital wing, under the watchful eyes of Madam Pomfrey. There was no point in
asking Crabbe or Goyle, it would be a miracle if either
of them remembered there was even a speech, well, the only seventh year he was
left with was Bulstrode, he�ll
have to ask her then.

He
wasn�t far from the last turn in the corridor that would take him to the
entrance to Slytherin House, when someone grabbed him by the neck of his robe
and pulled him into a dark room, Malfoy didn�t have time to react as a fist
connected with his stomach, leaving him without air, then strong arms pinned
him to a wall. His entire body was trapped beneath another bigger one, a hand
took hold of his jaw and slammed his head into the rough stone behind; the pain
made him see stars and he felt his legs give out. He would have fallen if his
aggressor hadn�t supported him, keeping his body immobile against the wall, he
fought the dizziness and confusion and tried to focus on the face in front of
him, it was familiar.

�V-Vincent?�

The
bigger boy smirked at him; Draco tried unsuccessfully to free himself.

�Crabbe, what are you�? Uugg!�

A
knee connected with his lower abdomen and Malfoy gasped in pain, trying to breathe.

�Quiet
Malfoy, you�re in no position to ask for explanations.�

That
voice was not Vincent�s; neither was it Goyle�s.
Draco opened his eyes to see who else was in the room with them, it was very
dark but he could made out a slender figure, about his height, the hair was cut
short and he could not see the face, the voice suggested a boy. Draco watched
the figure warily, waiting for it to come a little
closer, which it did, and the blond registered a Ravenclaw
tie. The features of his attacker were more distinct now but it took him a
minute to attach a name to the face.

�Marshall�

�Hello
Malfoy, we missed you in Christmas. Your father was most annoyed at your
absence. Your girlfriend just wanted to kill you.�

Draco�s eyes narrowed, assessing the boy in front of
him. His family was a Pureblooded one, but he had thought only the Slytherins
had done the initiations, the others weren�t supposed to do it until they were
out of school.

�You
were there Marshall?
I�m surprised you are still alive. What are you doing here?�

�What?
You weren�t expecting retribution Malfoy? Oh wait, I see, you think I have
taken the initiation too. Well I certainly wish I had, but our Lord has other
plans. He honored a few of us with taking an active role in it as part of our
initiation.�

�What
an honor� Draco said sarcastically. �Surely you feel elated by it.�

�I
am Malfoy, and part of this is to make sure the blood traitors like you had a
reminder of who�s gonna win this war and realize the
mistake they had committed.�

Malfoy�s
head was still protesting in pain and he was having a hard time trying to
ignore it, but was doing his best to pay attention to the words being spoken. Crabbe put a little more force than necessary to keep him
immobile. Draco glared at him and scanned what he saw of the room, searching
for the other half of the duo.

�Where�s
Goyle?�

At
his question Crabbe made a disgusted face.

�Uh, that idiot bastard. He�s a coward, same as you Malfoy.
I begged my father to take me to the initiation, he refused to let me take it
but I was there, I saw the Dark Lord and I understood how stupid you are
Malfoy! Goyle didn�t want to hear me, as I said, he�s
a coward, too bad for him. I�m going with the winner and I�m going to make sure
you all blood traitors get what you deserve!�

Draco
was ready to make some sarcastic comment when an image crossed his mind, he
remembered Zabini climbing up the stairs to his room. Limping.
Sudden realization hit him and his eyes hardened.

�What
did you do to Blaise?�

The
stupid face of Crabbe contorted in a fake smile.

�He
has a nice ass you know? I have always wanted him for myself.�

�You bastard! Nnn!�

Marshall had taken Draco�s
hair and forced him to take his eyes from Crabbe, the
pain in his skull renewed itself.

�Enough talking Malfoy! It�s time you have a taste of what
it means to betray our Lord!�

The
boy grabbed Draco�s left arm and exposed it up to the
elbow, which Crabbe pinned to the wall, then Marshall
took out his wand and put a silencing spell on the blond, after that he
produced a knife out of somewhere, the blade was dark and it seemed to be wet,
Malfoy supposed it had been submerged in a potion, he tried to fight Crabbe�s hold on his arm, but with the boy�s considerable
weight over the rest of him he had no leverage to escape it.

Marshall put the knife to his prisoner�s
wrist, smiling evilly at the blond boy.

�You
denied the honor of the Dark Mark Malfoy, then you�d have to be marked as the
coward you are�

Then
the Ravenclaw started to cut the white skin, at the
mere contact with the blade pure pain ran across Malfoy�s arm, his skin seemed
to be melting rather than being cut, the blonde�s mouth opened in a painful,
silent scream, and he trashed in Crabbe�s hold,
desperate to escape the excruciating pain. Vincent held him still while Marshall continued
carving a pattern in the wrist, not bothering with the blood that started to
seep freely from the wounds inflicted to his victim, the room started to smell
of burned skin.

Marshall
took his time, intent on doing a good job on Draco, he finished whatever figure
he was designing and made two long cuts along the arm, Malfoy felt fire
radiating from them to his entire body, his blood seemed to increase the pain
as it escaped his veins, Crabbe finally released him
and he fell to the floor, quickly cradling his injured arm to his chest. The
blood flow wasn�t stopping, the pain wasn�t fading and as Malfoy started to
curl himself in a tight ball, someone took a hold of his hair and yanked at it,
forcing him into a kneeling position, he heard the laugh of the two boys and
quite suddenly someone�s lips were over his, he opened his eyes in shock while
he felt a tongue wanting to force its way past his teeth, he let it and
immediately gave the intruder a strong bite, he tasted blood and hear the
scream with a certain amount of satisfaction, that earned him a solid hit to
his face and a kick to his bowels. One of the boys grabbed his right arm and
twisted it painfully to his back while yanking at his hair again to keep him
upright, something snapped and Draco felt new pain radiating from his right
shoulder, his mouth opened in another silent cry. Marshall�s voice got to him through the
dizziness and the darkness that seemed to be closing around him.

�That
wasn�t very smart Malfoy. Too bad I can�t cast an Unforgivable here, but I have
a better idea��

Fingers
were at his cheeks, forcing his mouth open, he tasted the blood that was surely
dripping from his nose or his upper lip, he saw Marshall�s lower body in front of him, the
boy had discarded his robe at sometime and his erection was all too obvious
through his open trousers.

�Now
you�re gonna do this right Malfoy.�

Draco
couldn�t hear very well now. The pain in his body was numbing him. He felt a
wet contact with his cheek� and suddenly he heard a loud cry and the shadow in
front of him that was Marshall
was surprisingly gone. An instant later something behind him must have crashed
into Crabbe, because he felt the pull and was dragged
along with his captor towards the hard floor. He stayed there sprawled
inelegantly, feeling again the pain in all his muscles that refused to go, his
temples palpitating loudly. He couldn�t see but he had the suspicion that was
because his eyes were closed and he couldn�t open them for a reason beyond his
current comprehension, in fact it seemed like he couldn�t move at all.

�Well, this is it� he thought with the little
consciousness that still remained in him �The
knife must have had some kind of poison on it and I�m going to die� I always
knew Marshall
was an idiotic prat��

He
felt hands on him as someone changed his position unceremoniously. His shoulder
protested at the treatment but he couldn�t do a thing to prevent it. He heard a
familiar voice. It was urgent and worried, and sounded as though it came from
far away.

�Draco!!
Malfoy you hear me?!�

�Blaise? What are you doing here?� The voice was fading and Malfoy was suddenly sure this would be the
last thing he would hear; he wished it could have been somewhere else.

�Draco,
open your eyes!! Bloody shit Malfoy! Answer me! Open your damn eyes!!�

�Don�t be stupid Blaise; can�t you
see I�m dead?�

He
couldn�t hear anymore. Strangely an image of Granger appeared in his head, odd,
he felt like laughing, he was dying and instead of seeing images of his fading
life he saw his last affair, a bloody Gryffindor at that! It was funny. Maybe
if he became a ghost he could go to his godfather and tell him about it. His
last coherent thought before blissful darkness took him, was that he would have
liked to say goodbye properly.
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