Summary: "Become friends with Potter and get him to me after you have his trust." That had been the plan. No time for falling in love there? Draco now knows better.

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Summary:

'Become friends with Potter and get him to me after you have his trust'

That was the plan. No time for falling in love there? Draco now knows better.

Disclaimer: All to J. K. Rowling. If I had them all… Well, lets just say that at least a twin, a wolf, a and a dog would still be alive and there would be Drarry. Much Drarry.

I hope you'll like this~

Draco was standing in the Malfoy Manor in a dark room, the light dimmed and only a few candles in the chandelier made it possible to see the walls of the room. The Death Eaters were all sitting around a wooden table that stood in the middle of the room, where the blond had been commanded to stand up. He had his unreadable mask on, watching and listening to what the one person he utterly despised said.

Lord Voldemort stood at one end of the table looking at him with something that could be described as a small smirk; amusement and a kind of arrogance evident in his eyes as he looked down on the Malfoy heir. His voice was cold as he told them his newest plan to get Harry Potter, the boy that he had been trying to kill for sixteen years, the boy that lived and would live on, the one person he probably would never destroy no matter how hard he tried.

His cold, slightly desperate eyes focused onDraco as he demanded, not explained.

"Draconius Lucius Malfoy. You will get Harry Potter to us. You will be friendly with him. Get his trust, become what they call a friend." He spit the word out as if it was a horrible insult. "You will betray him and bring him to me. I will take care of him when he is vulnerable from your betrayal," the Dark Lord said in way that made a shiver run down Draco's spine.

He remained as he was, eyes holding confusion for a second, then going back to his cold attitude. Asking why he should do something like that was not possible, as the other man wouldn't give him any explanations. The Dark Lord never would do that, he would simply demand that the task given was completed. Draco nodded lightly, his lips parting to give his answer.

"Yes, of course," he said, his voice steady, not trembling; his gaze hard, not emotional. It was difficult to do whilst in the presence of a man as cruel as Voldemort though it was what was expected from him. There was always someone who had expected Draco to do something. Earlier it was his father, now it was that monster that they all called their Lord.

"Very well, Draco," the pale, almost ghostlike man said and the blond sat back down next to his father who shot him an approving gaze while his mother, who sat on his right, looked at him with a pleased smile, though worry was evident in her eyes. Narcissa was the only one in the family that made him feel like a human. His father had only tried to shape him to be a perfect Death Eater since the Dark Lord was back. Before that, he was a great father; he had given Draco everything he needed. Soon though, the blond saw that there was one thing his father had never given him. Affection.

As a kid he had been taught how to be a proper man and affection, love or kindness just hadn't been something that was used in that process.

Whilst Draco was thinking about those things, he had his mask on, he hadn't changed his expression, just how he had learnt it. He was trying to find out why Voldemort had wanted him to do this mission. He didn't like it, not at all. Of course, he'd always wanted to be the Gryffindor's friend but that hadn't worked when they were younger, so Draco had made it his mission to make the other's life hell; he wanted to show him how he felt. He never begun attacking Harry though, that always was either the brunette himself or his two closest friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. He couldn't help regretting some of their more serious fights now though. Their constant fighting seemed to be so irrelevant with a war right in their doorways.

Draco almost sighed, then refrained. He shook the thoughts out of his head, deciding it was safer to listen to the maniac that stood at the end of the table. To him, following the Dark Lord was just something that he did because he was expected to do so, as well to keep his mother safe. She was the only thing that really held him there. Well, the only thing besides the fact that he would be completely alone if he quit this, as well as dead soon after. The Dark Lord didn't seem to like traitors.

"When I have him, I'll end him. This time for sure," were the words that made Draco get back to reality, as well as the words that closed the meeting. The dark clothed men and women rose from the table, nodding lightly as a 'good bye' then vanished with the typical signs of apparition. Voldemort was the only one that stayed there, along with Nagini.

The pale man looked at Draco, then motioned him to come after him. Alone. The blond nodded, then did as he was told, his father looking at him as if he was proud of him, at which Draco restrained the urge to roll his eyes. His mother once again shot him a worried glance, which the Malfoy heir met with a small, reassuring smile, then continued walking after the slightly taller man, following him into a secluded room.

"Sit down Draco," the Dark Lord said, motioning to a chair that stood in the middle of the dark room, where the blond then sat down, staring at the completely plain walls of his surroundings.

"You want to know why I wanted to have you here," he said, slightly smirking as Draco nodded wordlessly, swallowing in fear of what might await him now.

"Well…" The man said "I gave you a mission." Draco again nodded, wondering where this would get to as the man added "I gave it to you with a reason." Now the blond was curious, he wanted to know more of it, wanted to know why he should be the one that befriends the brunette, be the one that would have to betray him as well afterwards. Though of course he did not dare ask. Voldemort seemed to know what the other was thinking as he continued speaking.

"You're the one that gets under his skin, the one that can get a reaction out of him," he said and suddenly Draco realized just how true those words were.

He was always the one that fought and combatted with the smaller boy, the one that drove him insane. Draco let a small smirk slip to his lips, to which the taller male just chuckled.

"I see that you get what I mean," he said, adding "now go and don't disappoint me Draco." he said and the blond stood up.

"I won't," Draco said, standing up at once.

"Draco." The Dark Lord then interrupted his walk.

"Yes?" The Slytherin said, feeling as though he was stunned.

"I expect I don't have to tell you what will happen if you fail."

Draco shook his head, forcing himself to speak without the fear slipping into his voice.

"Good. Now, remember. Your failure means you family's failure."

Draco once again nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he finally was allowed to walk out of the rooms and towards his mother who had been waiting.

He gave her a sign to show that he was alright, then went into his room.

He now had a smirk on his face as he mumbled, "This will be interesting." Though the thought of failure still lingered in his mind.