The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Draco was fidgeting through his Transfiguration notes in the library.Crabbe and Goyle were chewing on Duke Bee's newest cheese hat, a magic candy that was said to increase brainpower, and the small chewing sound made Draco even more irritable.

He finally closed the textbook impatiently, "Be quiet!"

Crabbe and Goyle stopped chewing at the same time, and looked at each other with their mouths puffed out.Goyle swallowed the candy reluctantly, and said aggrievedly: "Draco, you are not studying."

Draco frowned fiercely, and stared back at him without retorting.Instead, he continued to stare irritably at the three Gryffindors a few tables away.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were studying hard.

"You've been staring at Potter today." Crabbe finally solved his candy with difficulty, "Did you think of any new tricks?"

Draco gave him a warning look. "Shut up. I'm assuming you remember the ban."

Crabbe winced. "I, I'm just used to it... for a while."

"There's no sign," Draco said, in an unnaturally dark voice, "that the restrictions have been eased. So you'd better be quiet."

Goyle felt concerned, "Then why do you keep staring at Potter?"

Draco's face darkened, and he said aggrievedly for a while: "...to collect information!"

Crabbe and Goyle had long since lost interest, and sneakily dug out the silent fudge and stuffed it into their mouths.

Draco rolled his eyes, and soon his expression returned to annoyed.When Harry got up to use the bathroom, Hoddie stood up and followed him out of the library hall.

He walked into the corridor after Harry, and found that the Savior was already waiting there, gazing at him intently with his chest folded.

"Malfoy," Harry said.

Draco subconsciously stopped and kept a distance from him: "What?"

"I should ask you that." Harry laughed, "You've been following me all day, and Hermione has to check to see if you've put a tracking spell on me. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Pressed so bluntly by his former rival, Draco twisted his shoulders uncomfortably, wanting to retort, but the habits he had accumulated during this period allowed him to hold back in time.Calm down and say with a straight face: "Do you still remember what I asked you to do last time?"

The request that made him change his mind.Of course Harry remembered. "... Is there a situation?"

Draco nodded quickly: "Today...my father is meeting with that..."

Harry raised his eyebrows at his words, his expression full of sarcasm.Draco ignored it.

"Did you... feel pain there?" He pointed to his forehead and said anxiously, "or saw something..."

"No." Harry lowered his eyebrows. "I didn't feel anything, I didn't see anything. Voldemort is calm now."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, which Harry found ridiculous. "You are so afraid of him, why do you still do things for him?"

Draco frowned and gave him a complicated look, "You don't understand...Potter!"

Harry felt that the title was not very kind, and retorted: "I don't understand your mentality of being willing to be ruled by sadism. At least if I am afraid, I will definitely find a way to resist!"

Draco frowned, looked gloomily into the dark depths at the end of the corridor, "We are not you..." He turned and left.

Harry watched the back, knowing that Malfoy must be dissatisfied in his heart, but limited by his weakness of asking for him, he couldn't argue, and felt bored and bored.

He returned to his seat after going to the toilet and continued to review the practice questions for the OWLs exam. Hermione had already finished ten sets of questions, which put a lot of pressure on Harry and Ron who hadn't finished one set.

However, Malfoy continued to pay attention to him in the following time.Every time Harry looked up, he could accurately catch his light or dark sight.Later, this almost affected him to do the questions normally.

Just when Harry couldn't bear to drag him out to discuss this matter, Malfoy suddenly came over on his own initiative.

Library rules made students less prone to violent confrontations, but Ron and Hermione instinctively raised the alarm anyway.

Harry noticed that Malfoy was very pale.

"Potter... I have something to ask you..."

Harry thought he almost heard a trill.

Malfoy stared at him unblinking, his gray eyes shimmering with terror.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other. Although the three had a long-standing grudge with Malfoy, they were obviously surprised by the other's abnormal appearance.In the end, his recent good performance defeated the long-term hostility, and Harry made a decision in the silent eye contact with his partners.

He left the hall with Malfoy and found a remote bathroom.

Malfoy checked the surroundings repeatedly for a long time, and took out his wand and used several shielding and defensive spells.Finally standing in front of Harry, his complexion still hasn't improved a bit.

"...he wants to see me."

He talked nonstop.The voice seemed to be grabbed by the throat.

Harry guessed something intuitively, "You mean..."

"...You know, it's the one..."

"What!" Harry was frightened and angry, "You want to join Voldemort?"

"That's not what I meant! I just... I can't refuse..." Draco seemed a little incoherent, walking back and forth in the narrow bathroom, murmuring in a low voice, "Merlin, that's the Dark Lord... No, this is an opportunity..."

Harry pulled out his wand angrily: "Seriously, Malfoy, tell me this? Do you remember who I am?"

Draco quickly drew out his wand and confronted him, the proficiency of the action was beyond Harry's impression.But he didn't move any further, just fixed Harry's gaze, indicating that he had no intention of fighting.

"Don't you understand!" Draco's forehead had blue veins showing faintly, as if he was on the verge of agitation and collapse, "I made love to you without permission! That man... that lord is a master of instigating mind!"

"Then don't see each other!" Harry roared with anger remaining, "Go to Dumbledore! As long as you change your ways, he will save your life!"

Draco trembled slightly, angry and frightened, and kept shaking his head, "Impossible! You don't understand at all! That old man is very different to us and you! And... I can't... I don't Possibly betray him... I'm still going to inherit the Malfoy family..."

Harry was so angry that he calmed down, "So, you admitted it? Old Malfoy is a member of the notorious Death Eaters."

Draco froze, gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't say that."

Harry's expression turned cold: "Then what's the purpose of telling me this?"

For the first time, Draco flinched from the invisible hostility that kept people thousands of miles away.Obviously it was the norm in the past, and he would respond back, but now...

The hardness on Draco's face crumbled, and he had no choice.Swallowing awkwardly, he stared at the savior: "I hope... you can help me."

Harry just raised his eyebrows, waiting calmly for him to finish.

Draco said in embarrassment: "My dad knew this day would come, so I've been practicing Occlumency... At least so far I've mastered it pretty well, so I'll try my best to hide it..."

Harry remained calm on the surface, but his heart was slightly shaken.The torment of Occlumency training this semester had left a deep impression on him, and it was unexpected that Malfoy, seemingly ignorant, was going through similar torment.

"But, I don't know! I'm not sure at all..." Draco said palely, "I'm afraid that the Dark Lord will see the picture of me contacting the savior privately, and it will definitely anger him... At that time, at that time, can you Can you feel it, Potter? Only you can feel it... For, for the sake of my rescue recently... Please... get someone to save me..."

Harry stopped sneering, and asked with a downcast face, "I'll go and meet Principal Dumbledore, but you have to tell me where the meeting place is."

Draco opened his eyes wide and shook his head desperately: "No, it's impossible...it's impossible!"

Harry had every reason to be angry: "Wake up, Malfoy! I don't know the location, where do you want me to save you?"

"There is another way!" Draco also became serious, "Listen, Potter, I have no intention of going to Dumbledore! This is just a private request between you and me! I will only ask you in times of crisis. You reveal your location, and only ask you to respond when necessary..."

Malfoy had come to ask for a talisman.

Harry realized this, but agreed anyway.He didn't know if he really wanted to save this old enemy, but he found that he couldn't really say no to it.

He said, "Look, Malfoy, if it happens, I'll do everything in my power to save you. But after that, I'll send you to Azkaban with my own hands."

Draco's face was even paler, almost livid.But he just nodded with his lips pursed, and looked at Harry complicatedly.

"...I will defend myself when the time comes."

"Of course." Harry said indifferently.

But before Draco turned to leave, Harry added meaningfully: "However, it's better to do less wrong when it happens than to try to cover up the remedy afterward."

Draco's footsteps visibly paused.But he didn't say anything, and left in silence.

Voldemort's summoning was imminent, and Draco had already lost a lot of time because of his hesitation. He didn't even have time to pack the things in the library, so he rushed to the manor in a hurry.

The house elf guarding outside the conference room had long been prepared for his arrival, and presented him with simple and unique refreshments, telling him to wait outside with peace of mind.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, absentmindedly eating his tea and waiting.

Only at this moment did he come out of the anxiety and fear that had enveloped him for a whole day, and he had the energy to make some positive plans.

Calm down and think, it just happened a little suddenly.His father had already arranged for him to inherit the Malfoy family business. With the return of the Dark Lord, it was only a matter of time before he became a Death Eater.

While Lucius had been working to delay this from happening, Draco thought he was perfectly good enough to start working for the Dark Lord.Therefore, he worked extra hard when learning Occlumency, so that he could keep the Dark Lord's secret under Auror after becoming a Death Eater.It's just that I didn't expect that the first serious actual battle now is to deal with the object of the original plan of allegiance...

Thinking of the rumored strength of that person's inspiriting and the terrifying and brutal methods, Draco couldn't help but shiver.Although he thought he was good at Occlumency, if the other party was the Dark Lord, it would be really hard for him to have any confidence.All he could do was keep himself from any thought of resistance over and over again, and let the idea of ​​restoring the family's glory occupy all his thoughts.

You have to behave well, find a way to gain the appreciation of the Dark Lord, so that your parents can feel at ease...

After some time, the house-elf notified him. "Master please."

Draco stood up with cold hands and feet and walked to the conference room.The tall oak door was closed tightly, Draco took a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

The light in the room is not clear, only the low voice of discussion flows out.

"...It is very possible to hold the membership of the Order of the Phoenix..."

The slow and long creaking sound attracted everyone's attention, and the speaker stopped the discussion immediately.

Draco held his breath, the heavy wooden door only opened a narrow gap enough for one person to pass through, and he didn't dare to open it any further.

He looked into the mysterious meeting room and found himself in the backlight.The interior is darker than the corridor.There is no daylight or chandelier, only a few candles lit on the marble table, and people sit in a circle around the long table, casting unsteady and distorted shadows on the wall.

Those dozen pairs of eyes were all looking at him right now.

Draco felt his scalp go numb, his mind went blank for a moment, and he forgot what to say.

A figure moved anxiously, Draco looked over subconsciously, and immediately recognized that it was his father's figure.

Lucius' face was pale under the candlelight, and he looked at Draco with concern, obviously wanting to say something, but he couldn't speak because of the scene.

Only one voice dared to break the frozen silence at this moment.

"come in."

A leisurely voice mixed with a smile came from the end of the long table.

"Leave the Order of the Phoenix behind and take care of our Death Eaters, my friends."

Draco shuddered, realizing immediately whose voice it was.Immediately, his heart beat like a beating, and he answered honestly: "Yes... yes." He didn't dare to address him without authorization, so he could only answer dryly.Walk in and close the door.

The Death Eaters' eyes were so focused on Draco that he couldn't even turn around.

Perhaps the confrontation with Harry just now gave him some courage, and Draco made a cursory eye contact with those, finding several half-familiar faces - including Crabbe and Goyle's father - and feeling a little more at ease.

But he still couldn't work up the courage to look at the most terrifying wizard at the end of the long table... He didn't think it was a good idea to meet his eyes.

In fact, Draco really wanted to go to his father's place, but the terrible silence around him made him a little afraid to act rashly, standing at the door or standing.

Just when things got a little awkward, the nervous voice at the end of the long table spoke again.

"Come here."

Draco tensed up and walked towards the end of the long table.

The Death Eater's eyes were still restlessly fixed on him, and Draco only dared to exchange glances with his father as he passed - his father was trying to send him a message.

Fortunately, that's a positive sign!

Draco felt his blood welling up, his fear lessened, and his long-prepared ambition burning.

He swiftly came to the seat at the end, ignored the Death Eaters around him, and bowed directly to the wizard in the center of the seat without looking sideways.

"grown ups."

A voice close at hand hummed softly.

"Look up, Draco."

--coming!

Draco's heartbeat, which had been so easily calmed down, became violent again.

Eye contact is the perfect moment for insanity.

He tried his best to clear the distracting thoughts in his mind, letting pure curiosity occupy his mind.

What does the Dark Lord look like?This was the first time he had seen the real face.I heard it's scary long...

All the cranky thoughts stopped abruptly when he looked up.

A breath-taking and exquisite face slightly overlooked him, and the bright blood-red eyes pierced into the center of the field of vision like daggers, as if to penetrate the soul.