Draco was an exceptional being. So he thought.
"Top in potions. Expert in dark magic. Fast learner in spells and magic. And extrodinarilly smart."
Everything about Draco was great except for a few 'tiny' issues.
"Hates and absolutely despises Harry Potter. The savior. And a malfoy. Which would include the slytherin part too."
There was nothing wrong with being a slytherin. Nothing really. They were sly and cunning, ahead of everything. They had the ability to get themselves out of practically every situation.
But that was exactly what shouldn't happen. And with Draco Malfoy as a part of their plan. It'd be incredibly difficult. ...
... Dumbledore was in a mess. He had to figure out how to execute his plan without it failing. And the most important fragment of this plan included Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy's son.
"So how do we get him to work with us?"
Dumbledore rubbed his beard..in a stress like manner. And when the lightbulb finally turned on, his eyes twinkled with delight.
"Harry Potter," He says.
"The Harry Potter?"
"Yes, The Harry Potter will help get Draco Malfoy on our side!"
The other looked unsure. Did Dumbledore really think this as a good idea?
"They...they hate each other!"
"You know as they say, there is a thin line between love and hate~~"
"Love? Where did LOVE come into this!?"
Dumbledore smiled yet again. And to the other, it almost looked a little creepy. As if he was finally having a dream come true.
"Harry Potter will make Draco Malfoy fall for him. And convince him to the light side."
"Again! They HATE each other! There is no love in this! Even you said they hated each other!"
Dumbledore, however, pretends to not hear the others words at all. He puts his hands together in delight and spins around in his chair squeeling.
The other obviously creeped out, slowly got out of his chair and started to tiptoe his way back to the door.
But just as the other was about to leave, Dumbledore swings his arm around the others neck and pulls him back in.
"It's time for a celebration!"
"Why...why would we need a celebration?"
Dumbledore took his arm of the other and grabbed the bottle of good ol' muggle beer that lay on the shelf.
"For this obviously good plan, ofcourse."
"ITS NOT A GOOD PLAN!"
Dumbledore payed no heed go his words and proceeded to down the beer. Today was a day of celebration. Today was the day of victory. Today Drarry would finally become a cannon. TODAY HIS OTP WOULD FINALLY BECOME ONE!
Dumbledore couldn't be happier.