A/N: This story is dedicated to my friend Lesley, who gave me the plot bunny of evil!draco… and then asked me to make him fall in love with Harry.

Sadly (and a little scarily), the idea actually gave me a plot and it stuck in my brain and wouldn't leave. Evil!draco is certainly fun. However, I'm not sure she'll be getting the H/D part. We'll have to see.

But just in case… WARNING: THIS STORY IS SLASH. Don't like it, don't read it.

Now… on to the show!

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His forearm was burning. He clenched at it, rolling onto his side. He could not answer its' call now; he was sure that he wouldn't be missed. The Dark Lord understood that he could not leave Hogwarts, the old fool Dumbledore would be sure to notice. The only reason he had been recruited so early was to watch over Hogwarts anyway, and the Dark Lord had other wars of getting his report then calling him.

But knowing all this wouldn't stop the searing pain through his left arm. He cursed and got out of bed, heading over to his trunk. He opened it and dug for the pain-relieving potion, quietly thanking Snape for supplying him with these. He threw back his head and swallowed it quickly; no matter how many times he took the stuff, he would never get used to it.

He wandered over to the window on the far side of the small room. He had been shocked to hear that he was Head Boy, and therefore received his own room, he had been sure that it would be Potter who got the honor. He had spent some time wondering if there had been a few strings pulled to get him here. It was, after all, very useful, considering his mission for the Dark Lord.

There was a shadow moving across the grounds, the movement caught his eye immediately. He squinted through the darkness, pressing his pale, pointed face to the glass. He couldn't make out the shape of the shadow. He blinked, trying to refocus his eyes, but by then, the figure had gone. He scanned the grounds, but they were deserted.

But before he could feel puzzled, his armed seared again, as if for a warning. He shouldn't be caring about this; why did It matter? It was probably only some stray creature anyway.

Sniffing distastefully at his momentary foolishness, he left the window and returned to his bed. With a dull ache in his left arm, the small bit that he hadn't been able to silence with a potion, he fell asleep.

The ceiling in the Great Hall that morning was a cloudy gray. This was causing an amount of dismay at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, who had a Quidditch game later that day. He smirked at their antics, they were all so childish.

"Draco," someone was saying, "Draco, are you listening?"

He turned his focus to the person sitting next to him, who happened to be Pansy.

"What?" He snapped.

"Potter's watching you."

He turned his head sharply. Of course, it wasn't only Potter who was watching him, the whole Golden Trio was, but Potter was the only one worth mentioning. Weasley and the Mudblood followed everything that Potter did, it was a given that they would be watching him too.

The three were glaring at him. Catching Potter's eye, he smirked at him, before turning away.

"Aren't you going to go over there?" Pansy said, staring at Draco as though she had never seen anyone like him before. "Don't you want to know what they're up to?"

"No," Draco said, beginning to eat his breakfast.

Pansy was still staring at him and he had to resist the urge to turn to her and throttle her. When would she see that the Draco from last year, the one who got in petty fights with Potter and secretly wished that Potter had not denied his hand of friendship, was gone? He understood what he hadn't then, that school fights with Potter didn't matter. The real fight was coming later, and any form of friendship with would only end in betrayal on his part. And Draco wouldn't want it to end differently .

His alliance was purely to the Dark Lord now.

However, he couldn't say this to Pansy, because there wasn't enough words in the world to make her understand. He figured that she would find her place beside the Dark Lord soon enough , or suffer the consequences. It wasn't like it would be a surprise to her anyway, most Slytherins there had been raised knowing their future, one that started and ended with serving the Dark Lord.

Someday, she'd understand that whatever Potter was angry at him for didn't matter, because Potter was going to die someday soon anyway. After all, Potter's fate had been set in stone as clearly as Draco's.

If the Dark Lord wanted to kill Potter, he'd do it.

And Draco would be glad to see it happen.

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