To Eat Death or Not To Eat Death?

To Eat Death or Not to Eat Death? That is the Question.

(A tale of three boys' Rite of Passage)

Interlude: So that's the taste of Death, huh?

Draco was led into a room he assumed. He could sense the presence of the other deatheaters. He could feel the warmth of the fire against his exposed skin of his torso and back. It made his skin form tiny goose bumps. *This is it. I'm going to be a deatheater and never be with Harry again. This is it. Breathe*.

"Kneel," a voice whispered. Draco did as he was told and sank to his knees, hands still bound behind his back, the blood had dried to his skin. *This is really what my father wants. I have no choice. I love my father. I love Harry. Draco blinked back tears. This is too hard. I can't choose. I'm only seventeen. Harry*...

"We are ready to begin the ceremony," a voice called out. A chill ran down Draco's spine. He had to force himself not to shutter. A chant began among the deatheaters. It started low and grew louder until they were all but shouting.

"Silence," a voice hissed.

Oh man! I am not cut out for this! I'm scared of the dark for Merlin's sake! All that creepy chanting stuff and I KNOW that voice has to be Voldemort! Dad's boss VOLDIE! Great...I guess it wouldn't be a good impression if I pissed my pants. To bad they're my only remaining article of clothing. No peeing my pants would definitely not be good for the Malfoy name. Nope, nope. I wish Harry were here he's the only person not scared of Voldemort. Harry...Draco silently mouthed.

"Bring the fledgling forth," it hissed again. Someone grabbed Draco on either side and lifted him to his feet. They led him forward.

"Lucius, is this your son?"

"Yes, my Lord," Draco heard his father answer.

"I see. Hmm...Yes. Draco I believe is his name. Draco Thomas Lucius Malfoy. Yes I remember when he was born. I have great expectations for you Draco," the voice mused. "Bring him closer," it snapped.

They did and forced Draco to kneel again. A bony hand reached out and removed the blindfold. Draco saw Voldemort's face for the first time. He gasped at what he saw.

Oh my if I had a God! That is the ugliest thing I've ever seen. I hold more respect for Harry than ever. He had to look at this thing. Harry says Snape needs a glamour! Ha, I think Voldie here could sure use one. I mean in all the dark magic he's got you'd think he'd find something to fix that mess up. My father worships this thing. I don't know if I can do that. Ewww! It's touching me. Mommy!

Voldemort traced a finger down Draco's face stopping under his chin and tilted his face up to look at Voldemort. "Lucius, he looks just like you." Voldemort leaned in close to Draco's face. "So lovely you are," he breathed to Draco. Voldemort closed the gap and kissed Draco's soft pink lips. Draco quickly sat back and rubbed his face on his shoulder.

Gross, he kissed me. And I thought being fucked by Potter was degrading. Now I'm going to be ugly snake man's whore. No, no, no. This sucks. Ewww, I bet he fucked my father a lot. He said I look just like him. Does this thing even have a penis? Hmmm, I wonder, I'm half curious enough to find out, if I weren't in love with Harry still. Great now I'm not only Boy-who-lived's bitch but now I'm going to be Thing-that's-living-and-really-shouldn't-be's bitch. I'm such a bottom boy. Ewww, it's giving me that lusty look.

"What something wrong Draco? Don't you like my kiss? Perhaps if I looked different? Perhaps if I was your age?" Voldemort's hand shot to the side.

"Severus! Bring me the Elixir of the Ageless." Voldemort turned his attentions back to a disgusted Draco as Snape brought a black goblet to Voldemort.

"The Elixir of the Ageless will make as I once was, Draco. You will have me then, my love. But first come here Draco. I want you to kiss me. I want you to taste death. Come now child."

Draco sat up and leaned forward with his eyes tightly shut and was swept up into a passionate kiss...for Voldemort. Draco just obeyed and kissed back with eyes closed tightly as he could. Finally he was released.

So that's what death tastes like, huh? Tastes smoke and garlic. Hmmm, now there's a thought. Maybe that's why Professor Quirrell smelled like garlic. It was Voldemort's breath. Ewww, poor Quirrell. I bet he never got laid. I don't ever want to taste death again. I hope this doesn't constitute as cheating. Don't want Harry to be mad. What am I supposed to say to him? Hey guess what Honey I tasted death today. Can you smell the garlic on my breath? Yeah I was making out with the thing that's trying to kill you. You wanna shag now?