Title: I Will Be Good At Making Bad part 10
Author: Agent M
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Pairings: Draco/Harry, various others
Disclaimer: Don't own anything that isn't mine.
Archive: Tainted Wings (www.colourovers.net/wings)
Notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and sent me love notes. It means a lot to me that you like my crap. Thanks to VinylNoMiko, my muse and beta reader, for everything. Random Dr. Strange Love refrences abound.

Hermione and Ron looked at the doors to the great hall that Harry had just made his exit through. They looked at the doors, then at each other, and then ran after their friend. They were both panting when they reached the Fat Lady and spat out the password ("Jabberwocky") before running up to the boys dormitory where they found Harry sitting calmly on the floor surrounded by scrolls and pieces of parchment. Hermione and Ron leaned against the door, catching their breath and Harry seemed to ignore them.

"H-harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked a bit winded.

"Just looking over the Order of Phoenix stuff," Harry answered casually.

"What are doing that for?"

"Well, that's sort of what I wanted to talk to you guys about," Harry explained. "I think we should let Draco in."

"In?" Hermione asked. "Like, into the Order?"

"Yes, Hermione. That's exactly what I mean. I think that's what Dumbledore was hinting at this morning."

"Harry! He's a Death Eater! Are you crazy?" Ron yelled.

"Jr. Death Eater," Harry corrected. "And no, I'm not crazy. I think we need to show him all this stuff."

"We can't do that! Then he'll see the…" Ron looked around the room, "the big board."

Harry looked behind him to the giant board that Ron was pointing to. It was a lot like the Marauders Map. It had dots for everyone in the Order that was outside of Hogwarts like Aurors and spies, showing where they are at all times, unless they were in a place like Hogwarts that was magically protected.

Harry rolled his eyes. "That, Ron, is the point."

Ron turned to Hermione, "What do you think about all this?"

"Do you trust him, Harry?" She held up her hand, stopping Harry from answering her until she was finished. "I mean really trust him. Beyond this 'crush' or whatever it is between you two. Do you think he would betray you?"

Harry paused and thought about all the rotten, no good things that Draco had done to him over the years. He thought about each one, and while they were mean, they were pranks, jokes, and the antics of a teenage boy. Nothing in Harry's memory stood out as Draco actually wanting to harm him. Even that encounter at the Quidditch World Cup when he had the opportunity to give Harry, Ron and Hermione to the Death Eaters, Draco had let them go. He had told them to run, even.

Harry thought about all of this and answered.

"Yes, Hermione. I trust him. Fully."

"Then you know what's best, Harry," Hermione said with a slight smile.

"How can you agree to this?" Ron asked, outraged.

"Ron, trust me. I know what I'm doing." Ron forced a laughed.

"Why does that make me extremely nervous?"

---

After Harry had talked to Ron and Hermione about wanting to let Draco into the Order he had to talk to Dumbledore and then to Draco himself. He was pleased that he was going to be allowed to let Draco into the Order and he really felt that Draco could help in a lot of ways. Being a Jr. Death Eater was a major plus, of course, but there was also the connections that came with the name Malfoy.

Harry was also glad that he and Draco had come to, well, an understanding wasn't the right word and he wasn't sure if they were in a relationship yet. But whatever it was Harry liked it. He had sinking feeling that he was going to need Draco on his side soon. He had this feeling that something was brewing; that something was going to happen. He just wasn't sure what it was yet.

Harry didn't have time to ponder that, however, for on his way to Dumbledore's office he ran directly into Draco.

"Fancy meeting you here, Harry," Draco drawled with a smirk.

Harry looked around. He was still in the corridors near Gryffindor Tower, not a place where he would accidentally bump into Draco.

"I was just coming up to find you," Draco said noticing Harry's confusion.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You really high-tailed it out of the Great Hall earlier. Is something wrong?"

"Are we dating?" Harry asked before he could stop himself. He looked at Draco with his eyes wide and full of shock.

"Do you want to date me, Harry?" Draco asked softly, almost seductively.

"Yes," Harry said quietly, suddenly aware that he was lacking that Gryffindor confidence that he showed that morning.

Draco flashed a genuine smile. "Good because I want to date you as well."

Harry let out a sigh of relief from not being rejected and regained his earlier confidence, remembering why he wanted to talk to Draco.

"Can we talk about something?" Harry asked, leading Draco out of the main corridor and into a smaller side one.

"Sure, Harry we can 'talk' when ever you want," Draco said leaning in.

Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not what I mean."

Draco looked disappointed.

"Its about, well… How would you like to be a spy?"

"A spy?"

"You know, a secret agent. Like 007."

Draco looked confused. "Who?"

"It's a Muggle thing. He's suave and sexy and was, at one point, played by Sean Connery."

"Who?"

"Never mind. The point is, I think that's what Dumbledore was trying to tell us this morning is that you should join the Order of Phoenix."

"That is what you got out of Dumbledore's fortune cookie ramblings?" Draco asked surprised. "That he wants me to join this Order and be a secret agent?"

"Basically," Harry confirmed.

"And as a secret agent do I have to wear a uniform or anything?"

"No…"

"No Death Eater Brand™ style robes?"

"No."

"Great." Draco grinned. "I'm in."

"You can agree that fast?" Harry asked shocked. "You're willing to just go against your father and everything he stands for?"

"Harry, you've never been to a Death Eater meeting. Trust me, its not all that. Plus, this sounds like more fun."

Harry rolled his eyes and they began to walk down the halls together in silence heading for Dumbledore's office. Harry was trying not to look at Draco as they walked and he could feel Draco watching him.

"You're sure about this?" Harry asked, stopping outside of Dumbledore's office.

"Yes." Draco answered sternly.

"Is there something you boys wanted?"

Harry and Draco spun around to find Dumbledore giving them a rather amused look. Behind him they noticed a swish of black robes as someone dashed down a corridor. Harry and Draco shared a look before turning to Dumbledore.

"I've been thinking about what you said this morning, sir." Harry said.

"Very good, Harry. Very good, indeed. Toffee Chews." The gargoyle jumped aside and Dumbledore lead Harry and Draco into his office where they had sat just hours before. "And how does Mr. Malfoy feel about this?" Dumbledore smiled at Draco.

"I'm in."

"Excellent. You will soon bring joy to someone." Draco looked confused. Harry looked amused. "Harry, I trust you will bring him up to speed, yes?"

Harry nodded.

"We have word of something that you two and Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger might be interested in. It seems that there is a giant ball being held this weekend. Witches and Wizards from all over, who are of very high social status, will be in attendance, and we think it would be for the best if you were all there. You two, of course will be recognized, but Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger will be perfect."

"A ball sir? What kind of information could we gather at a ball?" Harry asked.

"You have no idea, Harry," Draco said examining his nails. They needed to be repainted. Silver this time, perhaps. "Events like that always are a cover up for something."

Dumbledore smiled. "Very good, Draco. This is why I wanted you as part of the team." Draco caught Harry's eye and smiled. "I'll send full details to you when I receive them from my contact. You two go on and enjoy your weekend."

"Thank you, sir."

Harry and Draco left Dumbledore's office and Draco's hand found Harry's as they walked back towards Gryffindor Tower.

"Well, he only had one really wonky phrase this time, at least."

"Yeah," Harry said somewhat distantly.

Draco stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"I'm trying to figure out how to get you into Gryffindor Tower."

"I just walked in last time. Can't I just do it again?"

"It didn't go over that well, if you remember correctly," Harry pointed out.

"Oh, who cares?"

Harry gave Draco a big smile. "Your right. Who cares?"

"That's the attitude, Harry!"

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Neville squeaked the moment that Draco walked into the Gryffindor common room and hid behind one of the chairs. Draco, after seeing Harry's look of warning, tried to hide his laughter behind his hand as Neville called for Ron and Hermione. The two of them came running down to the common room but just rolled their eyes and sat down when they saw Harry and Draco standing there.

"Neville, you can come out now. He isn't going to hurt you, I promise."

"Harry, are you mad?" Neville called.

"I sure as hell think so," Ron muttered.

"Fine. Stay behind the chair. We'll be up in the dorms." Harry pulled Draco towards the stairs.

"You too," he said waving Ron and Hermione over.

They entered the 7th year boy's dorm and locked the door behind them.

"Dumbledore has a mission for us," Harry informed Ron and Hermione.

"A mission? We've never done a mission before," Hermione pointed out.

"What do we have to do?"

"I don't have full details yet, but we have to go to a ball."

"Grand."

-end part 10-

this is agent m signing off.