Trapped in His Head:
Draco knew that the task that Dark Lord had given him would have put his family back in top standing with the Death Eaters but the very thought of it made him sick to his stomach. Even though the Dark Lord had it out for him, Draco didn't really have a problem with Dumbledore. In fact, Draco thought he was a great head master regardless of his father's opinions for previous reasons. As Draco entered Borgin and Burkes with his father Draco couldn't keep focus on the tasks at hand. Finding a path for the Death Eater get on to the grounds of Hogwarts, take down Dumbledore; regardless of his own opinions, help his father and the Dark Lord take over the latest generation of the wizarding world. Still, Draco felt conflicted as he wandered around the shop ignoring his father's conversation as he stared into the coffin. It was almost as if it had eyes of it's own. Green eyes. Emerald green eyes that seemed entirely too familiar. "Curious, Potter?" Draco asked under his breath and he watched the eyes widened. "I thought that was you. What do the muggles say; Curiosity killed the cat?" Harry tried to keep himself from busting out of the coffin and tackling Draco but it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. "Come, Draco" Lucius said from across the trade shop. "We're leaving." Draco hovered for a moment caught in the spell of Harry's eyes. "See you on the train, Potter" Draco said again under his breath. After watching Draco and his father exit the shop Harry stepped out of the coffin and slowly walked toward the door. Mr. Borgin stepped in front of him, "Can I help you with something?" he said through his nose. "No thank you" Harry told him as he walked more hurriedly to the door. Harry had made his way back to Flourish and Blotts and bumped into who other than Draco. Draco turned the slightest shade of pink. "Can I help you with something Malfoy?" Draco turned up his nose. "Keep moving, Potter." Draco sneered at Harry as he walked by but find the courage to move his own feet. "Draco!" Lucius screamed from the crowd bringing Draco back to life and out from under Harry's spell.
Back inside Malfoy Manor, Draco is upstairs packing his clothes for Hogwarts as the term begins in a week. Draco hears his Aunt Bella downstairs ranting about his father's weakness. "I dare to dream that Draco will be stronger than you, Lucy!"
"You will not disrespect my husband in my home Bella"
"Cissy, you could have done so much better. Mother would be so disappointed at how this sham of a marriage turned out."
"You've never been married Bella. Do you think mother would be proud of that?"
Draco tried to tune out their conversation and went back to packing. "First things first" he thought to himself. "How am I supposed to sneak everyone into Hogwarts right under Dumbledore's nose?" Draco thought about the ins and outs of Hogwarts and knew that almost every route was covered in protective charms and those that weren't were covered by dangerous beasts. "I'll just have to do my research from the inside". Even as he thought about it, Draco began to feel sick to his stomach. Draco kneeled down to close his trunk and felt something hit his hand. He looked down. "Great" Draco sneered at himself. His nose was bleeding. Draco forced himself off his knees and went to his bathroom to clean himself up. He immediately started the shower, tempered it to his liking, then began to undress and watched himself in the grand body mirror that was installed only months ago as a gift from his father for accepting the Dark Lord's task. As he stared at himself in the mirror, he realized a shape was forming behind him with emerald green eyes. Draco shook his head. "No. Father would never approve. The Dark Lord would kill me." Still Draco lingered in front of the mirror for a little while longer but didn't want to allow himself the luxury of dreaming too much. He didn't know just how strong the Dark Lord was in Occlumency and didn't want to risk his own exposure.