Author's Note: The following is the first chapter in a short series of drabblish prequels to "Hers Was Everything" . It will be completed by Monday, April 9, and will consist of 5-10 (depending on inspiration and reader idea contribution) drabble length snippets of the goings on before Draco's fateful decision. Ideas are not only welcomed, but encouraged. This first chapter explains how Draco turned from the Dark Lord, thus eventually leading him to Hermione. Enjoy. :)
Draco Malfoy, Evil Pureblood Extraordinare
The date? March 14. The hour? 3 am. Draco Malfoy had been asked to survey a blank area between two houses in an attempt to witness the comings and goings of some Order members. He was given menial tasks such as these ever since his first failing of the Dark Lord. Usually, he would have been outraged at the common treatment he was receiving, but since he wasn't required to kill anyone, his ego got over it. He wasn't dead and neither was anyone else, by his hand at least, and that was all that mattered. It seemed funny to him, though, that Voldemort had never once questioned his loyalty, regardless of his reluctance to murder, one of said master's favorite pastimes.
Sitting and staring was a very boring job. Draco was beginning to think that he was sent there simply to be out of everyone else's hair. Maybe they didn't even have any clue leading them to believe that the Order was located here, as they had told him. It was quite probable; he was generally an annoying git, even more so since he realized that killing just wasn't for him. The greatest downfall of his mission was that it allowed him time to think. At first, he tried to just sit and stare. Then, he tried to remember potions directions and recite them to himself. Eventually, he gave in and started to think. And that was the beginning of the downfall of Draco Malfoy, evil pureblood extraordinaire.
Once one got to thinking about it, Voldemort's plan for world domination really didn't make any sense. He claimed to hate mudbloods and muggles, but he killed the purebloods who didn't agree with him as well. He killed anyone who got in his way, really. And this is what Draco was thinking about when he finally spied someone from the Order… and it was none other than the famous Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived. Draco hastened to apparate back to his master, proud he finally did something right, until all at once his resolve melted away. What was he doing? In a burst of conscience, insanity, and all around Gryffindorness, Draco marched forward and tapped Harry Potter on the shoulder.