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"Take a look at this Malfoy," Nott Sr. said as he handed a golden object to Lucius. The item appeared to be a cross with a loop at the top, about 8 inches in height but felt heavy in his hand.
Lucius examined the relic, turning it over and feeling the cool metal against his hand. He gave Nott Sr. a curious look.
"It's called an ankh," explained the elder Nott, "Ancient Egyptians used it for many reasons; it represents life and can also be used for protection and luck. I nabbed it from one of the tombs hidden away from muggle tourists."
Lucius handed the ankh back to Nott Sr. rather quickly, "You took it from a tomb?!" he hissed in surprise.
Nott Sr. chuckled as he took the relic back, flipping it over in his hands playfully, "Not superstitious are you, Malfoy?"
"Not necessarily but you stole an ancient relic from someone who's been dead for thousands of years." Explained Lucius- not wanting to admit he was, in fact, a little superstitious.
"Well, he's not going to need it anymore," answered Nott Sr. with another laugh, setting the ankh down and grabbing his glass of brandy. "You should go with me to Egypt next time. It's crowded with muggles and beggars but once you get through to the secret tombs only wizards know about, it's peaceful."
"It's peaceful being surrounded by the dead?" asked Lucius.
Nott Sr. shrugged, "They don't talk back."
Lucius rolled his eyes and took a drink of his own brandy, relishing the burn that ran down his throat. He had been listening to Nott Sr. go on for hours about his trip to Egypt, the knowledge he collected, the artifacts he'd stolen and the comparison of Egyptian women to British women. According to him, the Egyptian women had more of a wild side, but he preferred the delicate nature of British women. Lucius tried his best to keep that image out of his mind, not caring for the details his old friend offered.
He looked around Nott Sr.'s cigar room and realized he had collected quite a few items from his trip. Aside from the ankh, he had taken some ancient scrolls, amulets, a scarab, and to Lucius's utter disgust some canopic jars. He shivered when he looked at them; knowing the jars' contents contained some poor soul's organs.
Lucius was running out of patience. He decided enough time had passed so that he could discuss what he really came for without seeming suspicious.
"I hear that Rookwood has paid you a visit recently?" he asked casually.
"Yes, yes," nodded Nott Sr., enthusiastically, "Him and Corban, actually. Though, I haven't heard from Corban in a few weeks. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised, seeing as he is on the run and all. But I didn't expect to go this long without hearing from him. The girls at Shafiq's have been asking about him."
Lucius rolled his eyes; of course Nott Sr. would find a way to sneak in the topic of Shafiq's - an underground luxurious gentlemen's club. It was one of the few joints frequented by dark wizards that survived the war. It boasted about its selection of the finest cigars and alcohol money could buy and its collection of exotic women. To those who couldn't get past the main level, it simply appeared to be a lavish cigar bar occupied by men being waited on by beautiful women. But to those with special access, Shafiq's was a high-end brothel with witches from several different backgrounds and cultures. One was even rumored to be a vampire. Nott Sr. loved to talk about her. Voldemort used to give new Death Eaters one night of free access to the witches at Shafiq's, sort of an initiation gift. Draco had politely declined the night he was given the Mark, much to his father's (and mother's) relief.
"Rookwood will be at Shafiq's tonight," Nott Sr. said.
Lucius tensed. Of course he would be. This was the perfect opportunity for his third capture; the man would be drunk and distracted. But did he have to be at Shafiq's? Lucius debated on whether or not to jump on this opportunity and possibly risk a messy, expensive divorce or wait for another opportunity and risk going back to Azkaban if he didn't meet the deadline.
He sighed. He would just have to grovel at his wife's feet and beg for forgiveness. He needed to get to Rookwood sooner rather than later.
"Will he?" asked Lucius, trying not to sound like he cared.
"You should go, Malfoy," offered Nott Sr. giving his friend a delighted smile that looked too much like Theo's annoying smile, "Cut the old ball and chain for one night and join us blokes for a night of frivolity."
Lucius took a drink from his brandy and pretended to consider. He eventually grinned at Nott Sr. The elder Nott let out a raucous laugh and clapped his hands together.
"It's about time Lucius, old friend!" he rocked back in his seat with glee, "I've been trying to get you to go to Shafiq's for decades!"
"Decades?" Lucius quirked a brow, "Are we that old?"
"Practically ancient," grinned Nott Sr., as he leaned over, clinking glasses with Lucius.
"Oh, what are we toasting?" came the delighted voice of Theo as he stepped into the cigar room with Draco, Blaise and Pansy. Pansy gave Nott Sr. a disgusted look, remembering him calling her a whore during her last visit. Of course, Nott Sr. hadn't remembered that; he had, after all, been obliviated by his son.
"Lucius here has agreed to join me at Shafiq's tonight!" boasted Theo's father.
"Did he?" Draco asked, giving his father a quizzical look.
"Yes Draco," Lucius returned his son's stare with a challenging one, "I'm hoping to meet up with an old friend."
"Count me in!" said Theo, plopping down on the sofa and kicking his feet up on the coffee table. "It's about time I visited Shafiq's with my old man."
Nott Sr. gave his son a surprised, yet elated look, "Really? Well, this is possibly the proudest moment of my life!"
Blaise and Pansy exchanged displeased looks as they sat next to each other on the same sofa Theo occupied.
"Let’s make this a father and son celebration!" exclaimed Nott Sr., "Draco, why don't you come too?"
Draco couldn't read his father's expression and took a gamble at what to say, "....sure."
"Splendid!" Theo's father raised his drink in a toasting gesture, "And you Zabini? Think you can sneak away from your protective mother for one night and join us men at Shafiq's?"
"I'd love to," said Zabini, though his tone didn't match his words.
"Sorry Parkinson," Nott Sr. snorted, "Men only. You understand, don't you, dear?" He gave her a condescending look.
Pansy, not one to be slighted, looped an arm around Theo’s waist and pulled him into her as she straightened her back and sat up straight with pride, "Actually, I want to go to Shafiq's too." She turned to Theo and started playing with his hair, "I like to watch..."
Lucius nearly choked on his brandy. Nott Sr.'s eyes widened but he looked impressed. He nodded his head to Pansy, toasting his drink to her before downing it. Theo had a silly grin on his face as he relished the way Pansy was massaging his scalp. Pansy rolled her eyes and then pushed him away.
Theo snickered and stood from the sofa, approaching the table full of ancient relics. "What is this?" he asked as he picked up the ankh.
"That is an ankh," answered Lucius matter-of-factly, "Your father stole it from a mummy."
"Ahh!" Theo shrieked, dropping the item to the floor as if it burned his hands. "What are you doing with that, father?!"
"Don't be such a coward, Theodore," his father replied. "It can't hurt you."
"I am not sleeping here tonight..." muttered Theo as he slowly backed away from the table.
"Why don't you ask your father what's in those jars?" Lucius suggested innocently, though his sly grin betrayed him.
"Umm..." Theo eyed the collection of ancient jars, "Do I want to?"
"They're the organs of someone important," answered Nott Sr., "I haven't deciphered the text yet, but hopefully I'll know soon."
"Draco, can I come live with you?" Theo pleaded.
"Absolutely not," Lucius answered for his son.
Draco was already heading for the door, "We should start getting ready for Shafiq's," he glanced back at his father, giving him his most intense judgmental look. Lucius ignored him. Theo was practically skipping out of the room; Blaise and Pansy did not look nearly as pleased as their friend as they followed.
Lucius waited for the door to close before he restarted their earlier conversation, "Have you run into anyone else lately?"
"I run into all sorts of people, Malfoy, you'll have to be more specific." said Nott Sr. as he lit a cigar.
"You know I've been out of loop for almost a year," Lucius explained, "I'm glad to hear that Yaxley and Rookwood have been able to remain obscure while communicating with you. What about Dolohov?"
"Dolohov?" Nott Sr. chuckled, "Why would I know anything about him? I know he was a loyal servant to the Dark Lord, and he was a tough soldier, but he never piqued my interest. I could hardly understand him half the time with that barbaric accent, and he was rather brutish. Don't you think? Men like him don't run in my circle."
"I see," Lucius responded, feeling disappointed.
"Why are you asking about Dolohov?"
"No reason, I just happened to notice his wanted poster in Diagon Alley the other day." Lucius took another drink, feeling positive his friend was too drunk and stupid to be suspicious.
"I'm sure he ran off to his mother country, searching for a new Dark Lord to worship." Nott Sr. puffed on his cigar, filling the air with a smoky sweet scent.
"I'm sure he did."
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"Shafiq's?" asked Narcissa, pursing her lips together and eyeing her husband. She sat her teacup down and straightened her back, presenting the ever-perfect look of a sophisticated woman of high society. No one would know she was actually feeling irritated, except for Lucius.
"I don't have a choice 'Cissa," Lucius responded, trying to keep his commanding tone, "Rookwood will be there tonight. I have a deadline to consider."
"And Draco is going?" she asked, sipping her tea but not taking her eyes off her husband.
"Yes, Draco is going."
"Hmm." She sat her teacup down and smoothed out her dress.
Lucius wondered if the groveling should begin now.
"I promise you love, I am only going there to apprehend Rookwood."
"And Draco has to be there for that?"
"I may need the back up."
"That's why Blaise and Theodore are there," she challenged.
Lucius sighed, “Cissa, please. He's already agreed to go. I can't risk any suspicion if I don't bring him."
"It would hardly seem suspicious if he backed out at the last moment. Tell Nott he wasn't feeling well."
"He's going." Lucius said with finality. Narcissa stood from her seat and Lucius shamefully took a step back.
She approached her husband and smiled, getting on her toes and kissing him on the cheek before whispering in his ear, "If you come home smelling like anything other than blood and your cologne, you'll be begging for Azkaban."
She started to walk away but Lucius took her arm, gently pulling her back and into his embrace, "Have I ever given you a reason to question my loyalty before?"
She paused and then sighed, taking her time and pretending to smooth out her husband's robes. "No love, you haven't."
He lifted her chin delicately with his hand until their eyes met and ran his thumb across her bottom lip before saying, "And that is not ever going to change."
"You'll be surrounded by temptation," she murmured, her resolve wavering as he ghosted her lips.
His own lip curled, and he chuckled slightly, "You're the only one that can tempt me," he said right before kissing her tenderly, as if he were savoring the finest of wines. Narcissa lost all the fight in her, and she relaxed into his hold, this moment reminiscent of their earlier days of courtship. Lucius wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter against him, his hands roamed to her hips and drew slow circles into her delicate skin. His intimate gesture drew a breathy sigh from Narcissa that almost made her forget where his mission was taking him.
They were interrupted by the obnoxious throat clearing of Theodore Nott, who looked at his invisible watch and dramatically tapped his wrist.
Lucius sighed and pressed his forehead against his wife's. Narcissa smiled and squeezed his arms before they parted. Draco stood in the doorway looking somber, while Pansy and Blaise looked anywhere except the older couple in front of them.
"Blood and cologne, Lucius," Narcissa reiterated, "Your cologne."
"You have my word," he said, kissing her forehead before heading to the door. The group parted as he passed. Theo, Blaise and Pansy followed him, but Draco lingered.
Narcissa approached her son; he had his head down staring at the floor. She took both his hands in hers and he looked at her.
This was terribly embarrassing for Draco as he felt his mother's eyes on him, knowing where he was going tonight. This sort of atmosphere wasn't exactly beneath him, and he would probably be thrilled if he were going with just Theo and Blaise; but to be entering a brothel with his father in tow and possibly having to see the man in an uncomfortable situation was never something Draco could have imagined in his lifetime.
But the concern in his mother’s eyes reminded Draco that this was so much more than the awkwardness of seeing his father with some sleezy low-grade witches. This was a high-stakes mission involving dark wizards and there was always the risk of disaster.
"You don't have to go," she told him, sounding nurturing.
"I do," he muttered, glancing away, "Rookwood isn't the worst of the worst. I'll be home later tonight, mother."
She cupped his cheek, and he met her eyes again, "Stay close to your father." she pleaded.
Draco nodded.
Narcissa began straightening her son's robes, smoothing out the creases as she continued, "He doesn't want to go either, your father. He's doing this for us."
Draco snorted. Narcissa narrowed her eyes.
"Explain, Draco." she demanded.
"He's doing this for his own freedom," Draco answered in a bitter tone.
"He's doing this for us." She reiterated, "For you."
Draco said nothing.
She smiled at her son and took another moment to memorize his features. He had the strong jawline of a man now, but she still saw a boy in those grey eyes. Draco let her study him for another moment before backing away.
He didn't want to go. She didn't want him to go.
He left, feeling that something had gone unsaid.
He met up with everyone in the travel parlor, hearing the chuckling voice of Kazim's portrait.
"Shafiq's? You need permission to go to Shafiq's?"
Lucius scowled and spoke through gritted teeth, "I have legitimate intel Rookwood will be there tonight."
Kazim nodded, still grinning from ear to ear, "I shall return momentarily." Then he walked out of sight.
"Do you really think they have a vampire?" Theo asked excitedly.
"I doubt it," said Blaise with an eye roll, "Probably just some pale bird with sharp teeth."
"You couldn't handle a vampire Theo," Pansy mocked.
"I could too!" Theo squeaked, "I bet I taste delicious."
"You don't want her to bite you!" Pansy retorted.
"There's no vampire!" Blaise exclaimed.
"How do you know Zabini? Do you frequent Shafiq's?" asked Theo.
Blaise sighed, "No, I've never been to Shafiq’s, but we all know vampires keep to the forests."
"Then how do they feed?" questioned Theo.
"Ask Mr. Malfoy then!" Blaise was losing his patience.
"I've never been there!" Lucius hissed, already getting a headache from the trio.
"Do you think she's allowed to bite the clients?" asked Theo, not reading the room.
There was a collective groan. Luckily, Kazim returned before anyone could clock Theo in the noggin.
Kazim was still grinning from ear to ear, "Kinglsey said to have a good time."
Lucius rolled his eyes and muttered, "I'm sure he did..."
They had to floo to Borgin and Burke's first then take the hidden floo in the basement of the dodgy shop. Borgin and Burke's had the only accessible floo network to Shafiq's. Even as they entered the gentlemen's club, they were stopped by the bouncer who demanded the password for entry.
"Tentacular," muttered Lucius. The bouncer gave an approving nod then opened the blood red double doors to the inside.
Their nostrils were immediately assaulted by the strong smell of cigar and incense. The main room was dark; the only light came from several candles hanging about the room. The floor was covered in multi-patterned rugs, a large vintage-looking bar to one side of the room and a small stage on the other side. The stage had a pole in the center of it with a dark-haired woman dancing around it; she was wearing black thigh highs and not much of anything else. Several tables and couches were strewn throughout, most with hungry gentlemen already occupying them. Scantily dressed waitresses walked about with trays of either drinks or boxes of cigars.
Lucius made his way towards the bar and the others followed. Well, everyone except Theo. His gaze remained fixed on the woman dancing around the pole. However, Pansy soon noticed his distraction and swiftly grabbed him by the collar, yanking him with an exasperated kind of violence towards the bar.
"What it'll be boss?" asked the rough-looking bartender with a Cockney accent.
"Gigglewater," Lucius said, feeling uncomfortable ordering such a feminine drink, but this was what Nott Sr. told him to order, "Extra giggles."
The bartender raised his eyebrows and grinned, "I need to see your hand, mate."
Lucius rolled his eyes and removed the glove from his left hand, showing the bartender his signet ring. The bartender brandished his wand and tapped it against the ring, it glowed green.
"Very well, just making sure it was you, Mr. Malfoy," the bartender said, "This way please." He had the group step around the bar as he pulled back the curtains behind him, "Do watch your step."
They were led into a pitch-black room and everyone tripped over each other until Blaise was stopped abruptly by a wall.
"Where are we?" Lucius hissed, but when he turned around the bartender was gone, and so were the curtains.
Theo and Blaise felt along the wall looking for a hidden passage, a secret button, anything.
"I can't see a damn thing!" Draco complained.
"Lumos!" Pansy chanted; her wand instantly lit up the room.
Blaise yelped when a woman's face suddenly appeared near his.
She giggled and waved her arm behind her; the wall opened up to another lobby much similar to the first one, "Follow me naughty boys...and girl." She winked at Pansy.
This room was much larger than the first, it still had a bar, a dance floor and many places to sit, but this space also had several closed doors along the walls. They saw a half-naked woman holding the hand of a patron, laughing and leading him to one of the doors. She opened it, pulled him inside and let the door slam.
“Was that Marcus Flint?” Blaise asked.
“It was,” Theo responded feeling amused.
“Poor girl…” Pansy murmured.
“I hope he didn’t pay for the full hour. The poor bird will just be cuddling him for remaining 56 minutes.” Said Theo, getting a snicker from Blaise and Pansy.
“Awfully kind of you to give him those two extra minutes, Nott.” Draco joined in with a smirk.
“The place is starting to look like a Quidditch reunion,” remarked Blaise. “Why didn’t we get the invite, Draco?”
Draco looked at the patrons again and realized Blaise was right. Mingling in with the other patrons, they noticed Graham Montague and Terence Higgs.
“Keep your head down; they haven’t noticed us yet.” Lucius said in a low tone to the group.
"There you are Malfoy!" came the booming voice of Nott Sr. Well, there went their low profile. "Come! I reserved us a private meeting room!"
As they began to follow Nott Sr., Draco locked eyes with Graham Montague. Graham gave him a knowing smirk. Draco did not return the gesture.
They were led into yet another room. The red wallpapered walls of this room were adorned with several erotic designs of medieval looking men and women in different compromising positions. This room had a large fireplace, private bar and a bookshelf displaying several varieties of cigars. Two plush leather sofas and three leather armchairs in the middle circled around a coffee table.
One of the chairs was occupied by Augustus Rookwood.
“Lucius Malfoy,” greeted Rookwood, standing from his seat and approaching his friend. l He laughed darkly and clapped Lucius on both arms, crowing, “It’s about bloody time you showed your pompous face at Shafiq’s!”
Lucius also laughed, sounding perfectly natural as he shook Rookwood’s hand, “It took some convincing, I’ll admit, but the nights were lonely in Azkaban and Narcissa hasn’t been exactly welcoming since I’ve come home.”
Draco winced.
“Well, I hate to hear that old friend, but I can assure you the women here are very welcoming.” Rookwood gave Lucius a devious look, clapping his arm again and motioning for him to sit in one of the chairs.
Lucius gave his son a quick glance and saw he was making himself comfortable at the bar. He followed Rookwood to the armchairs and sat down. The door opened again, and a group of women stepped in, lining themselves along the wall.
Nott Sr. gave a slimy laugh as he rubbed his hands together, sitting down in the third chair, “Here they are gentleman! Pick your poison.”
Lucius eyed each woman studiously, hiding his disdain. There were seven women, one for each guest. The women gave the three older gentleman sultry looks, assuming they were the ones with all the money.
Blaise and Pansy joined Draco at the bar. Blaise gave a casual wave to the bartender and ordered a single shot of firewhisky. Theo remained standing near the door, curious about how all of this would play out.
“Come here darling,” growled Nott Sr., pointing a fat finger to the petite blonde wearing nothing but an opened Quidditch robe. Holyhead Harpies. The petite blonde smiled politely and approached Nott Sr. He grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap, she squealed and giggled.
“You.” Rookwood pointed a finger at a dark-skinned girl with her hair in braids and wearing a gold bathing suit that hardly covered anything. She gave him a seductive stare and sauntered over to him slowly, swaying her hips. She straddled Rookwood and he gripped her waist.
“Theo, come join us son. I have a special one for you,” Nott Sr. said in a low tone, motioning for his son to come over and sit on the sofa. Theo ran a hand through his hair nervously and approached the group, taking a seat.
“Not that sofa,” chuckled his father, “Ms. Parkinson wanted to watch, didn’t she?” he pointed to the sofa that would give Pansy a perfect view of Theo’s upcoming atrocities. Theo switched to the other sofa.
“Violetta!” hollered Nott Sr., “Come meet my son.”
Theo’s eyes widened when he saw the woman who left the line to join them. She had long, dark burgundy hair, pale skin, and ruby red lipstick. She smiled at Theo, and he gulped when he saw sharp teeth. She was dressed a little more conservatively, but not much. Her lacey corset gave Theo a perfect view of her cleavage and her long black skirt had a high slit that exposed her black stockings.
She pushed Theo back into the couch cushions and straddled him. She wasted no time grabbing his face and kissing him as she worked the buttons of his shirt.
Nott Sr. chuckled again as he ran his thumb along the thigh of the girl he was holding. He looked over to Lucius and said, “Your turn Malfoy.”
“I’d rather wait,” Lucius said with indifference, grabbing a bottle of firewhisky and pouring himself a glass. He could feel Draco’s eyes on him. He turned to his son briefly and shot him a warning look. He couldn’t risk Draco blowing their cover.
“Zabini?” Nott Sr. shot him a curious look.
A redheaded woman approached Blaise and ran her hand seductively down his arm. He watched her as she did this; when she slid her hand back up to cup his cheek, he met her eyes and shook his head, “Not tonight, darling.”
She pouted and returned to the wall.
“Parkinson?” Nott Sr. tried again.
“I’m just here to watch,” she responded in a bored tone.
“Draco?” He began to sound annoyed.
Draco eyed a woman who was approaching him. He glared at her and simply stated, “No.” She backed away immediately.
Lucius was somewhat relieved; but he was counting on Blaise or at least Pansy to join in. They hardly looked convincing with Theo being the only one to partake.
At least Rookwood didn’t notice; he was too busy pouring whisky down the chest of his woman then licking it off her.
“Why is everyone so tense?” bellowed Nott Sr., “This is the ultimate place to relax! Draco, Blaise, look at how much fun Theo is having!”
Blaise and Draco looked at Theo and saw Violetta was still on top of him; his shirt was completely open now and she was grinding on him. She leaned over his chest and tilted his chin back, exposing his neck. Theo tensed when he felt her breath on his neck; she could feel his tension and merely sniggered before licking up the entire length of his neck.
Blaise and Draco didn’t realize they were holding their breath until they saw that their friend was safe. Mostly safe. It was clear by the way Theo shuddered and roamed his hands over Violetta’s body that he was quite content with surrendering his body to the cause.
"If it is because your father is here," Nott Sr. continued, "We can get you a private room."
Draco gritted his teeth, trying to control his rage because what the hell would Nott Sr know about healthy father/son relationships; Draco looked up to his father and his parents' marriage had always been the perfect example of what he wanted for his own life one day.
"I said no."
"Let him be," Lucius intervened, his paternal instincts overriding his focus on the mission.
“Malfoy,” taunted Nott Sr., nudging his friend.
Lucius turned to his friend then quickly averted his eyes when he saw the Quidditch robes drop to the floor. He was running out of time. He needed to find a way to get Nott Sr. and the women out of the room so he could apprehend Rookwood. He was having a hard time concentrating over the obnoxious noises Theo and his paramour were making.
Draco and Blaise turned out to be a disappointment to Lucius, skulking at the bar and looking utterly bored. At least Pansy was playing her role; watching Theo as she occasionally chimed in with suggestive words of encouragement.
“Come on Nott, you pull my hair harder than that,” Pansy chastised playfully.
Nott Sr. snapped his fingers at the redheaded woman who had recently been turned down by Blaise. Her head shot up and she immediately approached him. He pointed his finger at Lucius, and she nodded.
Lucius nearly spilled his drink when the redhead slid onto his lap; she took a strand of his hair around her finger and began twirling it lazily.
Draco narrowed his eyes at his father and clutched his fists. He ordered a drink in the hopes it would calm his nerves.
Lucius took a deep breath and silently begged his wife for forgiveness as he brought his hand up and rested it on the small of the redhead's back. The woman leaned into him and pressed a hand on his chest.
Draco focused on the wall in front of him.
The raucous shenanigans continued. Three of the men at least were lost in the moment: Theo with his supposed vampire who kept teasing his neck while she worked the buckle of his belt; Rookwood had pulled the strings of his woman's top and she currently had her breasts in his face, and Nott Sr. was making obscene noises as he sniffed his woman's hair and gripped her bare ass.
Lucius cringed as the redhead licked his ear and ran a hand down his stomach and to his waistband. He grabbed her hand out of reflex and placed it on her own thigh; he played it off by grinning at her and bringing his face closer to hers.
That was enough for Draco. He slammed his drink down on the bar and stood up. Everyone jumped at his reaction, even Theodore and Violetta.
“Mate…” Blaise whispered cautiously.
“I need some air,” muttered Draco as he left the room.
Lucius watched his son leave and the feeling of shame tugged at his insides. He did his best to brush it off and turned his attention back to the redhead.
“I’ll go check on him,” said Blaise as he used the bar to push himself off the stool. He touched Pansy’s arm and motioned for her to go with him. She nodded and left with Blaise.
"Draco!" Blaise called after him. He had to pick up the pace as Draco practically stormed down the hallway. Pansy, not having the long legs of her two friends, had to sprint.
"Draco!" she shouted too.
He stopped when he got to the lobby, the larger one that required special access. He didn't turn to Blaise and Pansy when they caught up to him.
"What the hell, mate?" Blaise said breathlessly.
"Draco, are you alright?" Pansy asked.
Draco said nothing as he stared off into the distance. He was never one to open up about feelings; it wasn't a very masculine thing to do. Truth was, Draco was taught to worship the Malfoy women; they were to be respected and spoiled because they were the ones who brought life that aided in the continuation of their family line.
He knew what his father was currently doing was just an act. But it was still too difficult to watch. It made him sick.
"Draco!" Pansy suddenly sounded panicked as she gripped his arm and pointed.
Draco followed the direction of where Pansy was pointing and froze when he saw him.
He was laughing darkly as a woman took his large hand and led him towards a private room. He gripped her hand and smiled, bearing his rotted teeth. He said something to this woman in words Draco could not understand. The door shut. The three friends stood in silence for a few seconds until Draco whispered...
"Dolohov..."