A/N: Here's the first actual chapter. And don't worry, there's actual dialogue between characters in this one :) I used the quotes from the books, rather than the movies, just because it was easier for me to fit them into my story. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Draco's First Task

"Draco, my boy, I know that when I first instructed you to approach Harry before the sorting, you were confused about my motives. You see, it was a test. I needed to know whether I could trust Harry to eventually fight with the Order of the Phoenix. That is why I gave you all of those specific instructions for your first meeting."

FIVE YEARS AGO – Draco's POV

*Malfoy Manor*

"Draco, now that you've agreed to help me, it is imperative that no one ever finds out, not even your parents and closest friends. Do you understand?"Dumbledore asked me slowly.

I was unsure at that point why the old man had asked me to work for him, being that I was an eleven year old with no significant magical ability, but I was slightly afraid that if I refused, I would make an enemy of one of the people who had a hand in my future.

"Yes, sir." I answered after putting on the mask of confidence that my father had told me was necessary for survival as a Malfoy.

"Good. Your first task will be relatively easy. Here are your instructions. I need you to approach Harry Potter at some point before your sorting ceremony on the night of your arrival at Hogwarts."

I'm sure that the look of complete and total shock and almost horror on my face had made the Headmaster's trip to my house in the middle of summer at least somewhat worthwhile.

"Harry Potter, sir?" Even though the Malfoy blood coursing through my veins made it impossible for me to show fear, the idea of talking to the one wizard alive who had defeated the Dark Lord was extremely intimidating.

"Don't worry, boy. Harry Potter is merely an eleven year old boy, much like yourself, who in fact does not yet even know that he is a wizard."Dumbledore said, with his best "reassuring" voice.

This confused me slightly, but I waited for the old man to continue.

"I need you to make him dislike you. Insult him, or anyone with whom he seems to be friendly. Then you must offer him a place with you. An alliance, so to speak. I'm not sure whether he will accept or reject you, but I must find out as soon as possible."He said this with such an emphatic voice that I knew he wasn't playing around.

I was unsure. "You want me to insult the wizard who defeated you-know-who? I don't care if he doesn't know he's a wizard! He's got to have loads of power! Do you want me dead or something?"Okay, so maybe "unsure" was the wrong word. I was mortified.

"I thought you might react that way, but I desperately need you to obey these orders. It is of extreme importance."

I still thought he was completely bonkers, but I agreed. After all, everyone needs a mortal enemy, right?

"Alright. I'll do it." I was not excited by any means, but at least I had been trained for eleven years by my father to act like an arse.

"Very good. But this task will extend further than that first day. I will need you to, well, I need you to be a prat. Until I tell you otherwise. And I'm talking about being really mean. It must be very believable. Let's face it Draco, we both know you can act like an arse when need be."

See, I told you. Even the old man knew and I had just met him.

Apart from being slightly amused that Dumbledore had used "prat" and "arse", I was still a bit… unsure about the idea. However, I nodded and agreed to come and talk to him after the welcome feast.

I escorted him downstairs to the entry hall where my parents were still standing, looking as though I had just won the Quidditch World Cup.

After Dumbledore left, my parents congratulated me on my personal visit from the Headmaster. After somehow satisfying them by saying that Dumbledore only wanted to make sure that I was ready for school, I retreated to my quarters to think.

The start of school came a lot sooner than I was ready for.

On the train, I met up with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Their fathers were "friends" with mine. They were both rather daft, but they made for easy friends.

I heard rumors that Potter had been spotted in a compartment with one of the Weasley's. It was a good thing that my father had spent a lot of time insulting the Weasley's during my childhood. I think he may be obsessed with them…

But anyways, after I got settled, I took Crabbe and Goyle and set off to locate Potter. I found him in a compartment just a few down from mine with one very freckled Weasley, a sickly looking rat, and and owl.

"Is it true?" I said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" I recognized this boy from my trip to Madam Malkin's in Diagon Alley. We had talked a bit, but I never caught his name.

"Yes." Potter answered. He was looking at me curiously so I knew he must have recognized me from the robe shop. When his eyes landed on Crabbe and Goyle, who were quite thickset and menacing looking, I thought he would lose his lunch.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle." I said flippantly. They were about as important as a chocolate frog compared to it's card. "And my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Weasley laughed at me. I remembered what Dumbledore said and turned my attention to the redhead. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

I turned my attention back to Potter. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." I held out my hand for Potter to shake. This was it. If he accepted it, I was screwed. How was I supposed to be his enemy if he wanted to be my friend.

Luckily, he didn't take my hand.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.

I couldn't help but be embarrassed, whether things were going well or not.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with the Weasley's and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Okay, maybe a little harsh, but he humiliated me!

Weasley and Potter both stood up, challenging me. "Say it again," said Weasley, looking like a tomato.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" I was angry now.

"Unless you get out now" said Potter, still looking as if he was going to wet himself.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."

Stupid Goyle. Stupid rat. I had to leave before we looked even more like idiots.

After the sorting and the feast, I strode off to find Dumbledore's office. Professor Snape led me to it, and after muttering something about muggle candy, he left me, alone and staring at a spinning, rising gargoyle.

I went in and filled Dumbledore in on all that had happened. He almost looked pleased at the part where Potter had humiliated me. I ignored it. He finally let me leave, but not before making me promise to report back every Monday night. This was sure to be fun.

PRESENT DAY – Draco's POV

While I was reminiscing, Dumbledore had been filling the Weaslette in on my first task. No doubt he skipped the part where I insulted her family. Although, to be honest, had I known she existed, I might have been more hesitant in saying those things…

Oh who was I kidding, no I wouldn't have. A Weasley is a Weasley.

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