Okay, this was just a random plot bunny that I had so I thought that I would actually write it.

Why Draco Defected to the Light

"Draco!" Lucius Malfoy called. "It's time to meet your destiny and become a servant of my master."

"Coming Father," Draco answered fingering the portkey that he wore around his neck 24/7. "I just have to finish my hair."

Draco leaned forward and stared at himself in the mirror. Good. Every hair was in place and there wasn't a crease in his clothes to be found. He let his face break out into a rare smile. It was finally happening! He was finally going to become a member of a good organization bent on exterminating all mudbloods and muggleborns in general! After double-checking that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his appearance, he straightened, slipped the mask of ice and arrogance that he wore in public as well as around his family. Draco then slipped out the door.

At the meeting…..

Draco stared at the hooded figure in the center of the ring of Death Eaters. It was with undisguised awe that he stepped forward when his name was called and bent to kiss his robes. He felt proud to be his father's son and to carry on the legacy of his family.

Voldemort chuckled as Draco bared his arm. The Dark Lord lowered his hood to get a better look at the person who was about to become his latest recruit. Draco blanched in sheer horror as the man's face came into view. Wow was he ever ugly! He would never serve that man even if he was his father's master!

At the same time, Voldemort smiled. "You'll do nicely, young Malfoy," he said.

"I think not," Draco snorted and tore his arm away from Voldemort's grip.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy!" his father snapped stepping forward "What is the meaning of this?"

Draco smirked at the circle of stunned Death Eaters and drew his wand. "Sorry Father," he said. "This man doesn't quite meet my standards in the evil dark lord department. Portus!"

The pendant on his chest glowed an acid green. "Take me to Harry Potter!" he yelled and the circle of Death Eaters disappeared into a whirling void of colour. As he spun in the vortex of colour, he couldn't help but feel thankful for this old portkey that he had found in among the Malfoy heirlooms. It had said across the wooden box in Latin that it would take the user to a person instead of a place. That was pretty damn useful if a situation like the one Draco found himself facing tonight arose.

Draco's feet slammed down with a hollow, wooden sound. He looked around with curiosity. There was a niggling feeling that told him he'd been here before.

"What the fuck?" a familiar voice questioned from behind him.

Draco whipped around. "Oh. Hey Potter," he replied with a sigh.

"How did you get in here?" the bespectacled teen demanded. "This place is supposed to be both unplottable and protected with the Fidelus charm."

"Well Potter, normally I would say that would be telling but I'll make an exception," Draco said. "This is an extremely old heirloom full of ancient magic designed to bypass all magical defences both modern and not so modern. I used it to leave the Death Eaters."

"How do I know that you aren't lying?" Harry demanded.

"Potter," sighed Draco in exasperation. "Wouldn't it have made more sense for me to have given this to the Dark Lord and have him come here."

Harry opened and shut his mouth before nodding. "But why did you leave?"

"Honestly, the Dark Lord was so ugly, smelly and dirty that I decided to join the side with proper hygiene," Draco said with a smirk.