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Love Finds A Way Where Wolves Fear To Prey	By : AddictedToMocha Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7875 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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CHAPTER ONE

Draco's robes billowed around him as he made his way to the meeting hall. His cold emotionless mask hid the excitement and determination that were warring inside of him perfectly. As his steps echoed in the dark hallways he pictured the other death eaters standing around the room, the Dark Lord on his throne. He knew there was a very high chance of being dealt an impossible task after he was marked; his father had failed the Dark Lord, but Draco was prepared. He had been training for this day since he returned almost two years ago. Though, he was smart enough to never show his true capabilities, even going so far as to let Potter and the mudblood best him on occasion. They thought he was just a weak ferret boy, and for now that was exactly what he wanted. He studied and trained relentlessly in the Room of Requirement. That room was his saving grace, it could do anything. Even provide a library of the most advanced magical tomes, a dueling room, and slow time while the user was inside.

A cold, cruel smirk broke through his emotionless mask as he remembered all his preparation for this night. He prided himself on being cunning and intelligent, but asking for a room that slowed time impressed even him. Draco had gone every night after dinner and spent hours training himself and adding to his repertoire of spells, and when he returned to his common room only an hour had passed. No one suspected anything was amiss, not even Potter. As he reached the large oak double doors he was confident he could handle anything the dark lord threw at him. He had his wand loosely holstered so he could get to it quickly if need be and pushed open the doors with an ominous creak.

It was just as he pictured, the elite were standing in a crescent shape to his right and the dark lord was on the throne to his left. Draco walked into the space between and kneeled, bowing his head as was expected. He could practically feel the dark lord's gaze upon him and he suppressed a shiver of satisfaction as the Dark Lord called, "You may rise, Draco."

"Thank you, my lord." Draco spoke quietly and stood, keeping his head bowed. The dark lord rose as well, his powerful aura filling the space around Draco, and stood in front of him. Draco took in his youthful appearance and crimson eyes, honored that he was trusted enough to see his true appearance and not the hideous glamour the lower ranking Death Eaters saw.

"Are you ready to prove yourself loyal, Draco, and take my mark?" Draco took great satisfaction in knowing his family and the elite were watching his every move behind their regalia.

"Yes, my lord. It is a great honor for you to consider me worthy." They both knew that this was purely an act of revenge against the Malfoy patriarch, but Draco was ready to shine, ready to step out of his father's shadow. "Hold out your left arm." Draco pushed back his sleeves and presented his bare forearm to the Dark Lord. "Do you Draco, pledge your life and your loyalty to our cause, vowing never to betray our secrets and to carry out the tasks I set out for you."

"I do my lord." There was a brief silence while the oath magic swirled around and built in strength; "Very well," He pressed his yew wand to Draco's skin, "Morsmordre." The pain was intense but Draco steeled himself and clenched his teeth, his gaze never wavering from his arm. The only trace of pain on the young Malfoy heir's face was the muscles in his jaw twitching slightly. Draco watched with fascination as the Dark Mark started to appear on his milky flesh. It started as a deformed black blob that grew and stretched the entire length of his arm before shaping itself. He let his lips twitch into a satisfied smirk when the pain ceased and the dark lord retracted his wand. There on his arm was the Dark Mark, he was a Death Eater now.

"Welcome, Draco, to our ranks." The dark lord turned to his elite standing behind Draco, "You are all dismissed." Draco knew he was to stay exactly as he was; he was about to receive his first mission as a Death Eater. When the elite had dispersed the Dark Lord spoke, "I have thought about what your first mission will be, Draco. Should you accomplish your task will restore your family's honor, and earn you a very special place amongst my elite."

Draco straightened his already near perfect posture even more, "It would be an honor to do restore my family's honor within your ranks, my lord." Had it been anybody else Draco was sure they would have paled and cowered in fear at the cruel smirk that graced the Dark Lord's lips, but Draco did not lose composure. He knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt he could do whatever was assigned to him. "Your task Draco is to kill Dumbledore by year's end." Draco's mind spun but he kept calm and nodded, positive he disappointed the Dark Lord by his lack of intimidation. "You are to tell nobody of your task."

"As you wish, my lord." He did not flinch under the dark lord's scrutiny nor did his voice waver, just stood tall and proud like he had been raised to do. Finally he was dismissed and Draco bowed before turning on his heel and exiting the room, his expensive robes billowing behind him. When the doors were closed behind him Draco relaxed slightly and made his way to his chambers. As soon as he was in the safety of his heavily warded room Draco slipped off his outer robes and went to a specific section of emerald wall beside his desk. He tapped it with his wand three times and a six by three foot section disappeared revealing a small alcove where he stored a mini bar. He took a glass and poured a generous amount of Firemalt whiskey and headed to his plush chair in the parlor that conjoined with his bed chamber.

Taking a gulp of the whiskey he relished in the burn that flared in his throat as he stared in the fire contemplating his next move. Dumbledore was more than a worthy opponent, and Draco knew that, still as a student, he could not out right kill him. And even if he could there was a high chance he would lose. No he would have to carefully plan out every move he made. To take Dumbledore out would require being underhanded and sneaky, he needed something that would be impossible to detect until the damage was irreversible. Draco also knew that it had to be quick, Dumbledore would start training Potter soon he was sure of it, and his inheritance was rapidly approaching. He had to take out Dumbledore before Yule. The lemon drop sucking bastard was, although powerful, still human. Meaning he was not invincible. Wait, the lemon drops…

Draco set his empty glass down on the small table and went to his bookshelf, scanning the titles. Not finding what he needed he scowled and set off for the Malfoy Library. His footsteps echoed down the hall but he ran in to nobody along the way. When Draco entered the massive library that he had spent many hours in he immediately went to the section on potions and scanned the numerous titles. Draco looked for over an hour before deciding that he had finally found a book that Malfoy Library didn't have. He grit his teeth in anger but decided that he would rest for the night, and visit Knockturn Alley tomorrow. He changed into his silk pajamas and slid into his king size bed; falling asleep with the thought of soon, he would share this bed with his mate.

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Draco woke instantaneously when he felt his wards alert him know someone was entering his room. He sat up and saw his mother closing the door quietly behind her. He set his wand back on his knight stand and smiled a genuine smile as she shat down on the bed beside him. They sat there for a moment in silence and Draco saw the worry in her eyes, he grasped her dainty hands in his large rough hands. "I know you can't speak of it, darling, but whatever you need I will provide."

"I will need to do some shopping today, would you care to join me?" Narcissa nodded and kissed his forehead. "I'll meet you in the foyer in an hour." Draco nodded and watched his mother leave, promising no matter what happened in the next few months, that he would protect her.

Draco decided on a quick but scolding shower to relax his aching bones, the change was coming soon. His father was full blood Veela and his mother was half, making him three quarters Veela. It was something that the Malfoy's went to great lengths to hide; dark creatures could hold no status in Britain. But that would change when the Dark Lord took over. Muggleborns would know their place and creatures would have their rights. The fact that he and his mate would have to hide their bonding made him more determined than ever to make sure the Dark Lord won this war. Malfoy's expected nothing but the best and he would be dead before his mate got anything less than they deserved, that included public acceptance.

Wrapping a towel around his waist he called for his personal elf, Tibby. She immediately appeared and bowed. "What can Tibby do for her master?"

"I need breakfast, my mail, and the paper brought to my parlor." Draco turned as she disappeared and walked into his closet. After slipping on some silk boxers he dressed in a new set of robes he had purchased, made of the finest Acromantula silk, and some dragon hide boots. He had just finished his hair when he heard Tibby in his parlor.

"Can Tibby be doin' anything else for her master?" Draco sat down and picked up his mail, "Yes, I need the potions lab cleaned and ready to be used immediately. That is all." He looked at the letters he'd received, three from Pansy, one from Blaise, one from the Carrow twins, one from Daphne. He threw the ones from Pansy in the fire; he was not in the mood to deal with her incessant whining and horrible attempts at flirting. He had used her a few times for a quick lay but now regretted it as now she seemed to think they were in love. Draco scoffed at that, the only one he would ever love would be his mate. If she somehow turned out to be his mate he'd Avada himself off the Astronomy tower.

Draco opened Blaise's letter first;

Draco,

I hear congratulations are in order. It seems your plans are coming together. I feel the transition coming, do you feel it?

Daphne and I are meeting up at the Leaky Cauldron Wednesday at two pm, to do our supply shopping. Do you think you can meet us?

Let me know,

Blaise

Short and to the point, Draco loved that about Blaise. They had been the best of friends since they were children, growing up together, having tutoring together, training so that they would be able to control their Veela and Demon powers together, and dueling together often. They had tried to take their relationship to the next level during their fourth year but had mutually decided that they were better off as friends. Both were still very close and very protective of the other. Draco picked up the Carrow twins' letter and ate while he read.

Draco,

The book you need is in Borgin and Burkes.

The Twins

A smirk appeared on his lips as he threw that one into the fire as well. Another secret that the Slytherin house protected at all costs, the Carrow twins, or better known as the seer twins. Both were highly gifted in the arts of Divination. Hestia specialized in crystal gazing and tarot, while Flora excelled in scrying and trances. Flora could meditate, thinking on a purpose, and get visions of what was to come. It was trying and exhausted her but she was working on building her stamina. They were two of the Dark Lord's most cherished and protected Death Eaters. They infuriated him to no end whenever he asked of his mate. The answer was always the same, "It's for the best, neither of you are ready."

Draco left Daphne's letter unopened on the table and went back to his sleeping chamber. He grabbed his deep hooded cloak, made of black Gereneese silk. It was light and wouldn't suffocate him in the summer's heat but would provide sufficient privacy, which he would need in Knockturn Alley. He made his way down the elegantly decorated halls and down the grand staircase to find his mother waiting in the spacious foyer with her small purse on her arm. She was dressed in a beautiful blush colored robe and her hair was done up with a five plait braid. She was putting on her black cloak as Draco stepped before her, "You look beautiful mother."

"Thank you dear, you look quite dashing yourself. Your mate will be very lucky to have you." Draco allowed himself to smile, "I only hope it's not some lowly mudblood." His mother smiled fondly and brushed his cheek, "Or that Parkinson girl." Draco chuckled at his mother and she flashed a mischievous smirk, but when she saw her son's worry she got serious. "No matter whom it is Draco; we will open our arms to them. Nothing matters more than family and your mate will be family." Draco nodded and they both straightened up, preparing to apparate. Draco held his arm out to his mother and she apparated them to the main square that connected Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Trader's Lane, and another larger square that held the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet amongst other businesses, together.

Draco felt a pull in his chest as soon as they appeared and discretely glanced around him as they headed towards Knockturn's entrance. Was his mate here? He knew he wouldn't be able to identify who it was until he gained his inheritance but he couldn't help but try anyway. He was distracted from his search when he saw the golden trio across the square glaring at him. Well, the mudblood and Weasel were he was shocked to see Potter just staring. There was no hatred that he was used to seeing; he actually looked kind of dead. Draco flashed a smirk at his school enemies, trying to forget those emerald eyes, and pulled his hood up entering Knockturn with his mother.

They silently made their way to Borgin and Burkes, wands loosely sheathed for quick access, Draco was able to observe his surroundings more freely as his hood hid his face. He felt more at home here in the alley surrounded by people who had aura's more like his own. There was a vampire bar on their right, Ambrosia; it was exclusive to only those with invitation. They entered Borgin and Burkes and lowered their hoods, "Ah, Lady Malfoy, welcome. What can I do for you today?" Borgin looked delighted to see them, with good reason. The Malfoy's were not afraid to pay a pretty penny for what they wanted.

"My son is here for something specific, talk to him. I will browse while you do business." He nodded and Draco watched his mother wander off to a beautiful gold necklace with a large diamond. "What can I do for you, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco glanced around but saw only a few tomes. "I'm looking for a book on poisons Borgin, and was told you would have what I'm looking for." Borgin's eyes lit up and he started shuffling around the store. In less than five minutes all the books Borgin had on Potions and Poisons were spread out on the glass counter before him.

Draco flipped through each of the six books, his frown growing with each book he shook his head at. "Borgin, surely you have another tome that would help me. It does not have to be a book about poison's exclusively. I'm looking for something undetectable, subtle, and very powerful." Borgin thought for a moment and just as Draco was about to give up Borgin's eyes lit up like the trees muggles decorate at Yule. "Mr. Malfoy, I do think I have something to fit that description. It is quite rare though…" Meaning it was expensive. Draco scoffed, "Do not insult me Borgin. You know I can afford it."

"Of course, my apologies, I will go get it from the back." Meaning it was also highly illegal. Narcissa came back over to the counter and placed the velvet box with the necklace she'd been looking at inside and placed it next to Borgin's register. "Did you find what you needed Draco?" Draco was gave the store a once over before his eyes landed on a necklace. It was silver inlaid with gold and had large square pieces of topaz as decoration. Draco walked over and read the card below it.

The Cursed Asufarian Necklace, 100 galleons. See clerk for packaging.

Draco walked back over to his mother, "I think so mother." Borgin came back out with a large, worn, black tome. On the front said, Magick Moste Evile. Draco took the book from him and flipped through it. He smirked as he saw exactly what he needed. "I'll take it, Borgin, along with the cursed necklace. Borgin was grinning happily as Narcissa signed the charge slip and he packed away their items. His mother didn't say anything as they left the shop, but he knew she was worrying over what he could possibly have to do with a cursed necklace and a tome with some serious dark magic.
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