Not What He Expected
Draco Malfoy lie awake in his four poster. He was thinking over the events that happened in the past month. The Dark Lord had asked Draco to join him. Draco had said he'd think about it. Because he wasn't sure if he wanted to. His father had been pissing him off lately. And Draco doesn't follow in other's footsteps, he makes his own path. And he sure as hell doesn't want to work with his father.
Lately he'd been thinking that Dumbledore's side might be safer. He of course ignored this and was still considering Voldemort's offer. But there was a catch. There was always a catch with the Dark Lord. Draco had to do something for him. If he failed, he would be killed. Draco was actually proud of what he'd done, but felt sorry for the victim. He also hoped everything would go well and his life be spared. He wasn't ready to die. Not just yet. He wanted to be greater than Harry Potter first.
Harry couldn't eat his breakfast. He was too nervous. Just the night before, he told Ginny, Hermione, and Ron what happened. And tonight he was going to tell them what he had planned. He only hoped that Dumbledore won't get too upset. His two friends and girlfriend tried to talk to him, but he just strayed from the conversation, his thoughts troubled.
Just then he thought of something. He scanned the Great Hall and found them, A pair of icy blue eyes. Cold, dark, evil. He stared right into them, looking for an answer. Malfoy had none. Harry turned around. 'Maybe he didn't do anything,' he thought. Little did he know, Draco was still looking at Harry. With a hint of pity in his eyes.
The foursome were gathered in the Common Room that night. Harry had thought about that he was gonna say all day long. Finally, he had the chance.
"Okay, here's what I'm thinking," he began. "We use the passage way to Honeydukes, and from there apparate to Little Whinging. Go to the moors, find Voldemort, and kill him. He's getting really annoying, us all having to deal with him all these years. I just want to kill the bastard and get it over with."
Harry was expecting protests, lectures on how he'd be putting himself in danger, and that it wouldn't do any good. But Harry didn't care. He was going and that was final. No matter how many tears escaped Ginny's eyes. What he did get, made him truly happy.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny just looked at each other. After a brief silence, they looked at Harry, and replied in unison, "Agreed."