Temptations

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters that you recognise in this story. They all belong to the wonderful author known as J.K Rowling. I don't own the sweet song below either… The Voice Within.

A/N: First chapter of my first fic devoted to the controversial couple; DM/CC.

(Revised and Rewritten)

Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day

When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means

Chapter 1: Sucronum

The hooded figure laughed wickedly as the beaten man slumped down onto the cold stone floor. "Get up," he commanded in an icy voice. His red eyes shone like rubies in the dark, black dungeon. When nothing happened, his thin lips turned into a horrible smirk. "I did it," he hissed proudly.

The rugged man, covered in dirt and bruises, appeared to be dead. Voldemort bent down and his chilly hands tapped the man's face forcefully. Slowly, his eyes opened and he shivered as he saw Voldemort's piercing glare. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that it was much harder than he thought.

Voldemort sniggered. "What? Has the cat got your tongue, Mr. Knowles?" he said with delight. The man tried to back away from the Dark Lord, but his body was rooted to the spot. He couldn't move.

He felt pain beyond anything he had ever endured before. It's as if he had nothing left in him. He gathered what was left of his strength and spluttered out, "You'll—pay."

Voldemort's sinister laugh ran through the dungeon. "You think so, do you?" he drawled, twirling his wand around. "Well, we'll see about that… AVADA KEDAVRA!"

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The blazing fire crackled loudly in the dining room of Lucius Malfoy. The long and seemingly endless table was set for the meeting; it was lined with red candles burning lightly and it was clothed in a dark, velvety material. Lucius stood with his face as cold as ice, in a dark black robe, marked with the burning green emblem of the Dark Mark. Narcissa stood beside him, as graceful and as beautiful as ever, in a light green evening dress.

Draco stood tall next to his father, bored and confused. Apparently the Dark Lord had a surprise for them tonight. Surely it must be yet another stupid idea to kill Potter. A gust of wind blew around them, and Death Eaters, lots of them, Apparated into the dining room.

They gathered around the table with grim faces and took their seat. Draco ended up sitting next to Avery, a tall and thin Death Eater. Silence took over them as thunder roared from above. Outside, it began to rain heavily, and water trickled down the glass-panelled windows.

At the head of the table, a cloud of smoke suddenly appeared, spinning and spinning, until it looked like a little black tornado. Wormtail was the first to step out of it, with his pale, silver hand gleaming under the light of the fire. Voldemort came out next, as the smoke died down. His face was pale and deadly. He had mad, red eyes and a flat nose, with slits like a snake.

The Death-Eaters all bowed low at his arrival, and muttered heavily, "Welcome, Oh Dark Lord, the Greatest Wizard of all time."

"Ah," said Voldemort in a low, rough voice. "As most of you know, I have a special surprise for you today. But firstly, I must remind you of Dumbledore's growing allies. I was informed that he might have a special 'plan' that he is brewing up to try and defeat me."

"So what should we do about it, Master?" Avery asked.

Voldemort's eyes flashed. "We will grab hold of his plans from (who else)… Harry Potter." The room burst into a frenzy of murmurs and whispers. "That brings me to my special surprise tonight!" shouted Voldemort and the room fell silent once more.

"They'll be here any moment now…" he murmured in a menacing tone. It was midnight. The Death Eaters glanced at each other uneasily, eager to find out what Voldemort had planned. Draco could feel a soft breeze passing through him. A moment later, three people Apparated into the room.

Draco's heart seemed to leap into his throat as he recognized the teenage girl that stood among her parents. The Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang.

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Voldemort smiled at his 'surprise'. "Everybody," he said to his stunned followers. "Please welcome the Chang family."

Everybody was too shocked to say, or do, anything. Draco could tell how scared Cho was. She was looking around the room nervously, her eyes wide with fear. He wondered if she had seen him.

"I brought them here for one reason. To help me extract information from Harry Potter," he said simply. The Death Eaters were terribly confused, and so was Draco.

Voldemort saw the blank faces before him and sighed impatiently. "It's so simple… I was informed by McNair here that Harry Potter has a crush…"

Draco's heart skipped a beat.

"What better way to trick Potter into telling Dumbledore's plans than by using his crush? She could charm him, flatter him, and subsequently make him tell," Voldemort said, fixing his eyes unto Cho.

The Death Eaters examined the petite, pretty girl carefully. Cho looked horrified and her fists were clenched together. Her father became outraged. "That wasn't part of the deal!" he yelled out angrily.

Voldemort glared at him. "Alan Chang," he said calmly. "I told you I'll give you a fair reward if you and your family do as I wish."

"I won't do it," Cho's clear voice rang out. Voldemort slowly turned and stared at Cho. She shivered and tried to avoid his intense red eyes. But she couldn't take her eyes off his; it was as if she was being hypnotized.

Voldemort sneered. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, walking towards her. Alan Chang stood in front of his daughter, shielding her from Voldemort.

"Yes," answered Cho fiercely. Voldemort laughed; a loud, bellowing laugh.

"I'm taking my family out of here!" yelled Alan, grabbing Cho's hand. His face was strained, and Draco could tell he regretted the fact that he had fallen to Voldemort's promises and lies.

"NO ONE breaks a deal with ME!" shouted Voldemort furiously. He raised his wand, its polished tip gleaming furiously under the pale moonlight. "Now you will pay, Chang! SUCRONUM!"

A jet of black light hit Alan squarely on the stomach. The shining light wrapped itself around his body, nearly suffocating him. He could take it no more, as he let out a scream of pain and anguish. The black rope now travelled inside his body, as he slumped down unto the floor, his face deadly pale and exhausted.

Draco flinched. He saw Cho, frozen solid at the sight of her father's limp body sprawled under her feet. Her usual, fresh skin was now pale, and lifeless. Her eyes were dark, full of hatred, anger and unshed tears.

But it wasn't over. The dark light came out of Alan's body; it was now a pale, silvery grey. It hovered over to Voldemort and he breathed it in, then his body became illuminated with a bright, white light. After a few more agonizing moments, the white light was gone and Voldemort looked more powerful than ever.

Cho's mother let out an ear-splitting scream and rushed over to check for Alan's pulse. Cho didn't move. She just stood there, her eyes glazed with tears. Voldemort grinned at her. "So, have you changed your mind?"

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I know the story may not be right with the HP series, but it's no big deal, OK? OK. Gosh, editing this story made me want to add in more 'chemistry' between Draco and Cho… *grumbles* Must. Fight. Temptation. To. Write. Fluff! I think 'infiltrate the enemy fat kid' will be very ashamed of me…*hangs head in shame*

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