Title: The Plan
Pairing: Harry/Draco!
Rating: PG 13
Warning: This is SLASH! So if it bothers you DON'T read it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Don't sue me.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I'm not going to ask you to go easy on me, but please offer constructive criticism instead of: This Sucked or whatever.
Draco Malfoy was sitting eating breakfast, stirring the oatmeal around with his spoon. A faint expression of disgust filled his face and he pushed the bowl away. Only to have a letter land in the dish, splattering him with cold oatmeal. Irritated he shot a glare at his departing owl, Gregor. After doing a quick cleaning charm on his robes, he gingerly picked up the letter, wiping the excess oatmeal on the table. The address on the front was obviously written in his father's hand and he sighed in annoyance, thinking back at the things he had done in the past week to merit his disapproval. It read:
Dear Draco,
I have heard that your grades this term have fallen from your usual adequate levels. I am very disappointed in you. If you ever hope to live up to the honor of the Malfoy name you'd better bring your grades up. I want to actually be proud that I have a son as opposed to embarrassed that a MUDBLOOD is getting higher marks than you. Do try harder.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy
Draco saw red. Couldn't the bastard ever once be proud of him? Almost every week like clockwork he sent another letter complaining about something that Draco had done wrong. Last week it was the quiddich match he hadn't won, the week before that the fact that Draco had been caught wandering around the school grounds after dark. It was always something. God forbid he be fallible and make mistakes. He dreaded his father's reaction if he found out about something really bad, like the fact that he was gay. He tried so hard to please his father and not once could he ever remember his father saying he was proud of him. The "Malfoy Name" and the "Family Honor" were all he ever heard about. And if you thought about it, what was so great about the Malfoy's anyway?
His father had sucked up mercilessly to an evil man, and then when he'd been taken by the Aurors instead of actually sticking to his principles, however convoluted, he'd claimed he was ensorcelled by Voldemort. Where was the honor in that? Now that the Dark Lord had risen his father was once again at Voldemort's side like a faithful puppy, willing to kill and torture people just to get more power. It was undignified and Draco would be damned before he became another robe-kissing toady of that corpse of a human being.
But how to break this to his father? If he told his father to his face that he hated him retribution would be sharp and brutal. That wasn't the way to deal with his father. If he wanted to be cut off completely from his family he had to make Lucius think it was his idea. He had to find something that would infuriate his father so much that he would cast Draco aside, afraid to taint the precious Malfoy name. Draco smiled. This was going to be fun.
Lost in thought he gazed around the Great Hall until his eyes fell on Harry Potter. His grin widened. Potter. If his father found out that he was sleeping with a boy, much less the one who lived, he would disown Draco before you could say homophobe. It was the perfect plan.
Harry was listening to a good-natured argument between Hermione and Ron when he suddenly felt a prickle on the nape of his neck. He looked up and saw Draco Malfoy grinning across the great hall at him. This smile was not his usual sneer, but was more sinister, somehow. Malfoy was up to something. He shuddered involuntarily and tried to focus on his cereal but kept glancing at Malfoy. He couldn't help but think that whatever Draco was planning was going to be infinitely worse than anything he'd ever done before.
Pairing: Harry/Draco!
Rating: PG 13
Warning: This is SLASH! So if it bothers you DON'T read it!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Don't sue me.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. I'm not going to ask you to go easy on me, but please offer constructive criticism instead of: This Sucked or whatever.
Draco Malfoy was sitting eating breakfast, stirring the oatmeal around with his spoon. A faint expression of disgust filled his face and he pushed the bowl away. Only to have a letter land in the dish, splattering him with cold oatmeal. Irritated he shot a glare at his departing owl, Gregor. After doing a quick cleaning charm on his robes, he gingerly picked up the letter, wiping the excess oatmeal on the table. The address on the front was obviously written in his father's hand and he sighed in annoyance, thinking back at the things he had done in the past week to merit his disapproval. It read:
Dear Draco,
I have heard that your grades this term have fallen from your usual adequate levels. I am very disappointed in you. If you ever hope to live up to the honor of the Malfoy name you'd better bring your grades up. I want to actually be proud that I have a son as opposed to embarrassed that a MUDBLOOD is getting higher marks than you. Do try harder.
Your Father,
Lucius Malfoy
Draco saw red. Couldn't the bastard ever once be proud of him? Almost every week like clockwork he sent another letter complaining about something that Draco had done wrong. Last week it was the quiddich match he hadn't won, the week before that the fact that Draco had been caught wandering around the school grounds after dark. It was always something. God forbid he be fallible and make mistakes. He dreaded his father's reaction if he found out about something really bad, like the fact that he was gay. He tried so hard to please his father and not once could he ever remember his father saying he was proud of him. The "Malfoy Name" and the "Family Honor" were all he ever heard about. And if you thought about it, what was so great about the Malfoy's anyway?
His father had sucked up mercilessly to an evil man, and then when he'd been taken by the Aurors instead of actually sticking to his principles, however convoluted, he'd claimed he was ensorcelled by Voldemort. Where was the honor in that? Now that the Dark Lord had risen his father was once again at Voldemort's side like a faithful puppy, willing to kill and torture people just to get more power. It was undignified and Draco would be damned before he became another robe-kissing toady of that corpse of a human being.
But how to break this to his father? If he told his father to his face that he hated him retribution would be sharp and brutal. That wasn't the way to deal with his father. If he wanted to be cut off completely from his family he had to make Lucius think it was his idea. He had to find something that would infuriate his father so much that he would cast Draco aside, afraid to taint the precious Malfoy name. Draco smiled. This was going to be fun.
Lost in thought he gazed around the Great Hall until his eyes fell on Harry Potter. His grin widened. Potter. If his father found out that he was sleeping with a boy, much less the one who lived, he would disown Draco before you could say homophobe. It was the perfect plan.
Harry was listening to a good-natured argument between Hermione and Ron when he suddenly felt a prickle on the nape of his neck. He looked up and saw Draco Malfoy grinning across the great hall at him. This smile was not his usual sneer, but was more sinister, somehow. Malfoy was up to something. He shuddered involuntarily and tried to focus on his cereal but kept glancing at Malfoy. He couldn't help but think that whatever Draco was planning was going to be infinitely worse than anything he'd ever done before.
