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Summary: Death Eater Draco searches for the perfect girl to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes.
The Bachelor
Chapter 1: Parvati Patil
Draco Malfoy looked down at his disfigured left forearm. The ceremony to incorporate him into the legion loyal to The Dark Lord, or to make him a Death Eater, had been surprisingly easy and uneventful. He Crucio cursed a mudblood, killed a muggle and had the dark mark burned into his skin. It was a no brainer. Now, however, the Dark Lord's whims created quite a burden on Draco; The Dark Lord expected him to find a wife suitable to produce the next generation of Death Eaters.
As Draco was only seventeen and still in his last year at Hogwarts, this seemed like a completely unreasonable request. If he married now, he'd never ride through Paris with his beautiful French lover and the warm wind in his hair. Oh wait, yes he would. He didn't have to be faithful to his wife...just make babies. "Hum," he thought, "making babies could be fun, with the right girl of course."
Although the obvious choice would have been Pansy Parkinson, Draco wanted to sow some Death Eater oats. He wanted to force a girl to marry him; he wanted to see tears and sorrow and feel power. Pansy would just be all together too willing. Draco surveyed the Great Hall. By far the most physically attractive girl at school was Parvati Patil. Draco decided he would simply kidnap her and marry her. He enlisted the aid of his minions or goons or whatever you prefer. The kidnapping went very quickly and again entirely to easily. Parvati didn't kick or bite or anything. She just allowed herself to be carried over Crabbe's shoulder while continuing to buff her nails and sing quietly.
"Will you shut up," Draco Barked.
"Oh, sure. I'm sorry, "Parvati whispered as she continued to buff her nails. "Hey, Draco?" Parvati continued.
"Yeah? What do you want, you silly little wench?" Draco tried to incorporate as much menace, superiority and evil as he could.
"Are you kidnapping me? 'Cause, if you are, I was wondering if we could stop by my room? My mother sent me the most beautiful yellow Yves Saint Laurent bag and it is just perfect for a kidnapped damsel in distress, you know?" Parvati lifted her left hand in a flourish as she spoke the last part.
"No," Draco returned somewhat unnerved.
"No, you're not kidnapping me or no, we can't pick up my bag?" Parvati inquired in a completely unaffected tone.
"Yes, I'm kidnapping you. You're going to be my wife, and we're going to produce Death Eaters. I am forcing you to marry me." Malfoy tried to stay calm. This was not going as planned. He was supposed to spark terror in the hearts of good, muggle-loving folks. He was supposed to carry her off screaming and kicking and pleading.
"Oh, I love a wedding. But, I guess I'll have to have my seamstress whip something up in black. Merlin, it's a shame we can't stop by my room. I have a lovely Mid-evil Cross necklace. I could be so Gothic." Parvati was obviously completely unaffected by Malfoy.
"Crabbe, put her down," Malfoy turned to Parvati, "I've decided to spare you. I've changed my mind. Get out of my sight." He was starting to get angry. His eyes flashed and he imagined that he must look absolutely terrifying. Yet, Parvati seemed to disagree. She stepped closer to him and touched his hair. He felt a rush of emotion, "probably lust," he thought.
"Are you sure, Draco? I've always thought you were kinda cute." Parvati ran her hand through his hair. He shivered, "I'm sure. Get out of here." She turned and walked out of the corridor.
This was not at all right. He wasn't getting anywhere. She obviously had no objection to being carried off and forced to marry him. For a moment, his ego inflated. He must be really good looking to have made her overlook the fact that he's an evil Death Eater. That or, he thought, "I must be absolute rubbish as a Death Eater." No, his enter monologue supplied. It wasn't him; it was her problem. She had strange priorities. With that rationale, he decided to choose another matrimonial candidate.
Summary: Death Eater Draco searches for the perfect girl to fulfill the Dark Lord's wishes.
The Bachelor
Chapter 1: Parvati Patil
Draco Malfoy looked down at his disfigured left forearm. The ceremony to incorporate him into the legion loyal to The Dark Lord, or to make him a Death Eater, had been surprisingly easy and uneventful. He Crucio cursed a mudblood, killed a muggle and had the dark mark burned into his skin. It was a no brainer. Now, however, the Dark Lord's whims created quite a burden on Draco; The Dark Lord expected him to find a wife suitable to produce the next generation of Death Eaters.
As Draco was only seventeen and still in his last year at Hogwarts, this seemed like a completely unreasonable request. If he married now, he'd never ride through Paris with his beautiful French lover and the warm wind in his hair. Oh wait, yes he would. He didn't have to be faithful to his wife...just make babies. "Hum," he thought, "making babies could be fun, with the right girl of course."
Although the obvious choice would have been Pansy Parkinson, Draco wanted to sow some Death Eater oats. He wanted to force a girl to marry him; he wanted to see tears and sorrow and feel power. Pansy would just be all together too willing. Draco surveyed the Great Hall. By far the most physically attractive girl at school was Parvati Patil. Draco decided he would simply kidnap her and marry her. He enlisted the aid of his minions or goons or whatever you prefer. The kidnapping went very quickly and again entirely to easily. Parvati didn't kick or bite or anything. She just allowed herself to be carried over Crabbe's shoulder while continuing to buff her nails and sing quietly.
"Will you shut up," Draco Barked.
"Oh, sure. I'm sorry, "Parvati whispered as she continued to buff her nails. "Hey, Draco?" Parvati continued.
"Yeah? What do you want, you silly little wench?" Draco tried to incorporate as much menace, superiority and evil as he could.
"Are you kidnapping me? 'Cause, if you are, I was wondering if we could stop by my room? My mother sent me the most beautiful yellow Yves Saint Laurent bag and it is just perfect for a kidnapped damsel in distress, you know?" Parvati lifted her left hand in a flourish as she spoke the last part.
"No," Draco returned somewhat unnerved.
"No, you're not kidnapping me or no, we can't pick up my bag?" Parvati inquired in a completely unaffected tone.
"Yes, I'm kidnapping you. You're going to be my wife, and we're going to produce Death Eaters. I am forcing you to marry me." Malfoy tried to stay calm. This was not going as planned. He was supposed to spark terror in the hearts of good, muggle-loving folks. He was supposed to carry her off screaming and kicking and pleading.
"Oh, I love a wedding. But, I guess I'll have to have my seamstress whip something up in black. Merlin, it's a shame we can't stop by my room. I have a lovely Mid-evil Cross necklace. I could be so Gothic." Parvati was obviously completely unaffected by Malfoy.
"Crabbe, put her down," Malfoy turned to Parvati, "I've decided to spare you. I've changed my mind. Get out of my sight." He was starting to get angry. His eyes flashed and he imagined that he must look absolutely terrifying. Yet, Parvati seemed to disagree. She stepped closer to him and touched his hair. He felt a rush of emotion, "probably lust," he thought.
"Are you sure, Draco? I've always thought you were kinda cute." Parvati ran her hand through his hair. He shivered, "I'm sure. Get out of here." She turned and walked out of the corridor.
This was not at all right. He wasn't getting anywhere. She obviously had no objection to being carried off and forced to marry him. For a moment, his ego inflated. He must be really good looking to have made her overlook the fact that he's an evil Death Eater. That or, he thought, "I must be absolute rubbish as a Death Eater." No, his enter monologue supplied. It wasn't him; it was her problem. She had strange priorities. With that rationale, he decided to choose another matrimonial candidate.