Stalking [Draco]

[Bellatrix Black]

Bellatrix paused slightly, watching the boy talk a step. She noted everything she saw him do—from the steps he took, from the words he spoke. Everything was noted in the mind of Miss Black. She was often wondering how she should make her approach—capture the boy like they had done previously? Or continue and wait for him to be stalked? Either way, she was having one hell of a time tracking him done. Through countless owls that kept secret messages with the rest of the group, she had finally gotten information on the blond boy. His name was Draco. She should have turned him into the Dark Lord, as Cissy said; but Bellatrix decided to inspect the boy first. See if he was either someone to hold as her own hostage instead of holding him up for the Dark Lord to play with.

It was now night fall, and Bellatrix was getting tired from the day she spent hiding in trees, behind trees, in stores, and in pubs. Thankfully, Hogwarts was not in session, and therefore, she didn’t have to worry about following him around the castle—it was much easier to get lost. At least out here she could pretend to be a shopper or a waitress or someone as long as he did not see her; they had met before briefly when she attempted to attack him. When they had let him wonder the wizarding world, something she had learned not to do and something she didn’t bother to mutter between herself and the Dark Lord. This boy was her business; her business only.

Enough was enough. Making sure she had a list of Stunning Spells in mind, she whipped out from her hidden position in the tree and held her wand at her side, the summer dress passing through the night wind against her legs. If she knew it would have been a day adventure, she would have at least worn a T-shirt and some jeans; but she figured two seconds and she’d figure out more about the boy. Wrong. As she made her way towards the boy, the back of her mind rung; the Dark Mark appeared in her mind’s eye and she was forced to forget about it.

This boy—he knew about Bellatrix and the other kids in Slytherin. Who had Dark Marks. The image remained in her mind, but she found her way toward the boy, her eyes slightly narrowed. “Draco . . .” She muttered. The name had been in her dreams; in her nightmares; on her lips the past twenty-four hours. How could she not know his name? “Come with me.” With nothing else to say, she grasped the lower part of his upper arm. Tightly. Then she pointed her wand towards him. “Dare to disagree?”

[Draco Malfoy]

The things that had been going on since Draco had first arived in the past were strange non the less confusing. He thought that he'd be able to go around by his own busniess and tell them information and go on, but that wasn't how it actually went down. They grabbed him, and questioned him until he finally got away. It was sheer luck, that was for sure. Death Eaters weren't as good as they were back in the future now, so that was an odd in his favor, one of the odds that helped him escape, of course disapparating had also come in handy.

Now, Draco roamed the wizarding world with his two best friends, Crabbe and Goyle. Of course they were who he called his two best friends only because they did what he wanted them do do and wouldn't ask one question about it. They were like his slaves and that was what he liked about them. He bought only a few things because he hadn't brought much money with him out into the wizarding world, he had it in a safe place in a safe house back in London, a magical house that Voldemort told one Crabbe and Goyle to summon up for the three. All his money was there though he wasn't quite sad about it. He was getting what he wanted for right now.

And as he walked at night out of a small caffee to take a breather and sip his coffee, Draco found himself walking around instead of staying in one spot and this turned out to be a bad idea. As he walked towards a rather large tree, the word Draco came from a soft voice that Draco knew had to be a womens, and smiled completely at the thought of getting a new girlfriend, though when he felt the strong grip against his forearm, that whole idea kind of disappeared as he turned slowly and found himself face to face with the young Bellatrix Black. Of course, Draco thought to himself that she was way better looking than in the present, but the way she looked at him sent chills up his spine, and he quickly agreed to follow.

“Dare to disagree?” When Bellatrix asked him this and raised her wand arm, wand in hand and ready to kill him or curse him at any moment he had no choice but to agree to go. "Not at all..", he said in a somewhat shivering voice, standing there looking at her with slightly wide eyes. He wasn't sure how she had found him and this worried him a bit, but what worried him most was what she intended on doing to him now that she had him in her strong grip once more.

[Bellatrix Black]

“Good,” she said through hushed lips, loosing her grip before tossing the boy away from her. “Walk normal,” she commanded. Bella was used to being in control—she felt the urge to whip off his sleeve and search for the Dark Mark, but she was worried if she touched it by mistake, she would be the one to suffer. But, then again, what if he didn’t have the Dark Mark? The question tingled her mind as she walked down the street. “You’re lucky you got away,” she said in her normal voice.

Keeping ahead, to make sure he followed her, she also kept her and at her side, not bothering to look over her shoulder to make sure he was there—he wouldn’t Disapperate. Not now. If he did, Bella had ways of finding him again. She had Severus . . . how much she disliked him, he came in handy just when she needed him. Turning to face the empty alley that connected Hogsmeade to a dark part of the village, she looked back at Draco. “Walk down it,” Bella ordered, her voice slightly raised and annoyed.

When they were half-way into the alley, her voice started picking up volume and tone. “Take our your wand.” She ordered, keeping hers firmly in her hand. Her nose scrunched up, her eyes slowly closing to no more than millimeters away. “If you dare.”