Do good… Do good… the monotonous motto of life, Draco thought as he failed to get Potter again after an hour of fruitless pursuit. The Dark Lord's expectations were high, he thought, and he can't afford to fail. Not with what was at stake. He must serve the Lord dutifully. The beloved Lord was going to give him freedom in only a few months. He was grateful.
It is 12 am. by now and Draco was suddenly relieved that he was head boy. At least he doesn't have to worry about the annoying, petty teachers.
Getting good grades for Draco was always really easy. Being the Lord's best student has always had it's benefits. It was no surprise Draco got Head Boy.
When he got into his quarters he quickly undressed with a quick spell and fell down on his king size bed. He gently pulled the soft, green silk blankets around him and fell asleep.
However falling asleep for Draco was not the same as falling asleep as everyone else. Due to his teachings from the Dark Lord, Draco could stay awake normally for four days straight on only eight hours of sleep. Sleep deprivation was never a problem for Draco.
The next morning Draco woke up to a wand message from his horrid father.
You useless boy! Did you do what I told you?
Draco groaned and mentally screamed at his father. He replied.
Yes Father.
His father's answer was quick and terse.
Good.
Wand messages were another form for witches and wizards to communicate using dark magic. It was the Dark Lord's favorite way of communication since it was much more discreet than owls and Floo.
He got up out of bed and got dressed with another quick spell and headed off to his first class, Potions with the Gryffindors.
When he got there, he took his usual seat in the exact middle of the classroom. This way he was aware of what is going around him at all times.
He diligently began taking notes as the lecture began and smirked every now and then when Professor Snape yelled at the frivolous Gryffindors. He made sure to keep an eye out for Potter at all times.
He had to get the task at least sometime within this week or else he would be in trouble with the Lord.
The day trudged past and Draco's attempt at the first step of his task remained unsuccessful. He was gloomily making his way towards the Great Hall when he finally saw his chance.
The horrendous boy, Potter, was walking only a few feet ahead of Draco and, thank the gods, was free of his annoying little friends.
Now is my chance, Draco thought. He picked up his pace and bumped into Potter, resulting in both of the boys dropping their books.
Potter, being the 'gallant' Gryffindor he is, immediately said "Oh I am extremely sorry, let me help you with- Malfoy?" The question and annoyance were evident in his voice.
"What? It's not my fault you were taking up the entire hallway." Draco replied. He internally groaned. He sounded so stupid he could pass as a Weasel. It was certainly not one of his stellar moments. However, his stupidity was not the pressing matter at hand right now. His task was.
Potter let the comment slide and bends down to start picking up his books.
Quickly, before Potter notices, he takes Potter's copy of the Dark Lord's teenage journal and plants a fake version the Dark Lord produced himself.
When they both finished picking up all of the books, they nodded curtly towards each other and parted ways.
Draco was triumphant. He was still astonished by the fact that Potter actually decided to keep the cursed book even after he destroyed it in second year.
His first step was done. He had a chance of getting the task. He was now one step closer to freedom. One step closer to being free. The Lord will be pleased.
(A/N) Hey guys! Okay I am going to start off by saying that I am really sorry that I took so long to update. I am going to try harder, but I seriously do not know how often I am going to update. Please tell me how you like the story so far! This is my first story so I really need feedback!