As adverse as he was to violence and the killing when outside of the Arena, there seemed to him like there was a switch that was flicked when he got in there. He was suddenly more willing to bite and claw and scratch and gouge, and to not much give a damn if he was hurting a scrawny girl half his size. To not worry about the potential consequences of his current actions. He wasn't the craziest person in that Arena, after all. He was fairly middle-of-the-road, as that went.
And strangely, he was more gleeful about the fact that that had even worked than he was worried about the fact that he had so easily cast an Unforgivable. He was a Death Eater now, after all - he had a sort of reputation to live up to. He had to impress his father, and he had to make sure he didn't let the Dark Lord down. Certainly, it was more than a little stressful, but here- Here, things were working out. Here, he didn't have to worry about professors getting in the way, or offering him help he didn't need, and he didn't have to worry about anyone catching him. He was allowed to be out-and-out nasty.
And so he would be.
The grin that curved his mouth was downright crazed when she suddenly stopped fighting back. She was his, though he wasn't about to delude himself that it would last as long as he'd hoped. A day or two, perhaps. Maybe a week, if he was lucky. He'd have to make the most of it while it lasted.
Letting up a little on her wrist, Draco sat back, tipping his chin up. "You're going to do me a little favour, mademoiselle. You're going to find your precious Howard. And you're going to try to kill him for me."
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And strangely, he was more gleeful about the fact that that had even worked than he was worried about the fact that he had so easily cast an Unforgivable. He was a Death Eater now, after all - he had a sort of reputation to live up to. He had to impress his father, and he had to make sure he didn't let the Dark Lord down. Certainly, it was more than a little stressful, but here- Here, things were working out. Here, he didn't have to worry about professors getting in the way, or offering him help he didn't need, and he didn't have to worry about anyone catching him. He was allowed to be out-and-out nasty.
And so he would be.
The grin that curved his mouth was downright crazed when she suddenly stopped fighting back. She was his, though he wasn't about to delude himself that it would last as long as he'd hoped. A day or two, perhaps. Maybe a week, if he was lucky. He'd have to make the most of it while it lasted.
Letting up a little on her wrist, Draco sat back, tipping his chin up. "You're going to do me a little favour, mademoiselle. You're going to find your precious Howard. And you're going to try to kill him for me."