This is my first Fanfic so please be nice to me!
The story is AU where the good side fails and the bad side wins, but everyone is happy (except the rebels)
Pairings: Draco/Voldemort(with his better looks); Harry/Fenfir; and Neville/OC
please be gentle with me!
Draco sighed as a bird flew by his window. It was a great day to be outside. He could get a tan, he could get fresh air, maybe met a squirrel! But why couldn't he? Oh, yes, he was confined to his quarters. He walked over to the small library in his room and ran his fingers over the spines of the books. It wasn't his fault! Ok, maybe it was. After two weeks of rough loving ('abuse' he thought), one would call his Lord a 'pervert' and a 'sadist' and a 'bastard' in the same sentence. His punishment was a month away from the world in his separate quarters from Voldemort. Voldemort's quarters were in the opposite wing of Draco's and much bigger. Most of Draco's stuff was in there and, since the only time he could leave was an escorted two-way trip to the secluded dining table and back to his rooms, he had to knock and beg the Death Eaters outside to ask Voldemort would like to give him whatever he wanted. Most of the time he didn't get the big things like, for example, the Dark Lord himself, but he was allowed clothes and other little things he had in their room. Draco winced as a pain of rejection burst in his chest. Their room. the worst part of the punishment was the time away from Voldemort. he hated not being in the same room as him. When he went on trips where Draco couldn't go, Draco was fine, but he missed sitting in Voldemort's lap, and when his hand ran through his blonde hair after a very intimate night. But lately, Voldemort had been getting angry more often. Draco couldn't blame him; the Dark Lord was juggling the wizarding world, executions of any remaining rebels, peace between his allies, and maintaining a happy consort. The latter part of his to-do list had been lacking the love Draco used to have. Voldemort, for the past few weeks, had been coming into the room, letting his anger be taken out on Draco, zipping his pants and leaving. Draco may be his consort, but he was not a cheap, dirty whore.
A knock came at the door.
"Come in." he called in a bored tone. The sound of footsteps pounding stately to where he was. Turning, he saw that it was a Death Eater. The Death Eater bowed towards him. Voldemort had told all his men and women that Draco was a part of him and therefore, they were to bow before him.
"You may rise." The Death Eater did so. She was a young thing, probably no older than him. Her brown hair was pulled uncomfortable tight in a cruel bun. 'Bellatrix.' he thought. His aunt was known to do most of the hairstyles of the Death Eaters. His aunt must have hated this girl in order for her to have that uncomfortable hair-do. Blue eyes stared fearfully at Draco.
"I don't bite." Draco drawled out. The girl began to stutter.
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. I message have you." Draco raised a manicured eyebrow. She started over again. "I have a message for you. It is from the Dark Lord, sir."
Draco stood straighter as she pulled a small envelope out of her jacket pocket. He restrained himself from snatching the letter from the girl's hand. he opened it and started to read it before he noticed the girl was still there.
"You may leave."
The girl nodded. "Yes, sir." She went as far as the door before turning. "Sir, may i speak freely?"
Draco was intrigued. "Go on." he urged. She gazed down at her shoes
"Well, you see sir, I have become attached to your aunt, but she always looks at me like I'm disgusting, and I was wondering, sir-"
"She loves white carnations." Draco interrupted. The girl looked up in surprise. "I know, it's strange that a woman who wears so much black would like white. I can't guarantee that she will return feelings, but she might go easier on you."
The girl smiled and Draco could see a young and happy person with high hopes in love. "Thank you, sir."
"Draco." he said. The girl nodded.
"Thank you, Draco." She turned to leave.
"And your name?" He called after her.
"Kate." She answered.
"Tell me how it goes, Kate."
Kate nodded and left the room leaving Draco with the letter from Voldemort.
I am going to be gone for a few months. Hopefully by then, your attitude will improve.
I will allow you to leave your room to visit Harry and Neville, but no one else, otherwise
I will punish you more harshly than I have done.
Draco could hit something. It was not his attitude that needed to be fixed, but the writer of the letter. He let out an aggravated noise and flopped on his bed. Maybe he would go see Harry and Neville tomorrow. But right now, he wanted to curl in a ball and go to sleep without a warm body next to him, again.
End Chapter 1
I wanted the letter to be longer, but then again, Voldemort is mad a Draco. I kinda threw in Kate at the last minute rather than a guy because two guys- one a consort, the other a Death Eater- didn't seem like a good connection. I will post the second chapter soon. Can't guarantee by tomorrow, but I will try in the week as best as I can with school coming up faster than a wendigo on steroids.