At Any Moment

Draco II

I must have been tired the other night. I'm sure I tried Revelatio to expose my writing. I must have been imagining things. I was irritated and stressed and...I'm not sure what else, but I've got my entries back and that's all that matters.

Father took me to a meeting tonight. I wasn't going to share that insight, but I can only assume you also have many secrets.

I hope you keep mine. You had better keep mine!

I had never seen such delights. The cloying, pervasive scent of death; the power of life and death in my hands and at my wand tip.

I've learnt so many new tricks - I will be invincible and I have plenty of filth to practice on too...

I want to corral all the Mudbloods and use them to perfect my technique.

We went Muggle baiting tonight. All were dead by the time we had finished and I helped.

Father gave me a girl to blood myself on...I loved every minute of it.

Her fear and her terror gave me my power, my lust...my victory. It was like the adrenaline surge of Quidditch, but I have to keep this part of me secret, known to only a few, trusted colleagues.

I'm sitting here smiling as I remember.

You never know just how far blood can travel until you see it forcibly exit the body.

The first couple of Muggles were easy prey...their kin left to contemplate their fate increased the tension...goaded them to fight for their supposed redemption and increased the thrill.

My thrill. Power.

Father always said power was the greatest aphrodisiac. I had no idea what he meant until tonight. He is frightening to watch.

I hope I never disappoint him.

I have no doubt that if I ever thought to cross my Master, I would be the one spraying my blood against the wall.

I am young, fit and strong. He had better watch himself - I want his adoration...I will have it and with that adoration, I will claim my right as his successor.

I want to be feared, loathed and respected. Power...

I want a Pensieve to catalogue my accomplishments, a reminder that I will know everything. I will be feared.

That Granger bitch.

I want her to see what I can do. My arousal increasing with each notch of her revulsion. I can see her face now, scent her fear.

She'll wish she'd been born stupid.

Stupid and Muggle.

I might Imperio the weasel. Make him play along and then release him.

I want to see how long it takes him to do the 'decent' thing and kill himself. I might even send him as a gift for my Master - a gift from a 'faithful' servant.

Now that's a laugh. I am faithful to no one, save myself. I don't trust Father - he has ruined me now.

He has dragged me down to his level and I can't see the ground from where I am.

He goaded me to act. Oh, I enjoyed it don't get me wrong, but what sort of father gets their son a Muggle bitch to play with?

I wonder if Pansy will play rough?

Too bad if she doesn't want to...play. What does she think being whelped to a Malfoy means...afternoon tea with polite society?

I have so many questions. I feel like I'm rambling, but I can't seem to concentrate.

I think I'm worried, no not worried, just wondering what will happen if I don't continue to revel in the games my brethren provide.

I don't want to know what traitors would endure.

It'd be worse than what I did tonight...it'd have to be.

I'll just have to make sure I'm the strongest so that I can change the rules. Either that or I'll be a wizarding mercenary. Getting paid to hunt down people.

Maybe I can make that my project?