Title: On my Way to Save the World
Author name: NaginiSKD3
Category: Action/Adventure, Romance
This Story Includes: Dark Magic, Harry/Draco, and Hermione/Ron
Rating: R for sexual situations, violence, and language
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Summary: Post-OotP HPDM Draco becomes a spy for the light and can't stand his old friends though he's unable to show it. A bit of RWHG is making Harry feel isolated. Harry and Draco start spending time together. Being a man of few morals Draco attempts to corrupt Harry. Slash ensues.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and various publishers. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warning: This is Slash! You have been warned if you are still reading it and you don't like slash is your own damn fault.

Chapter two: Watching you watching me

"Draco." Snape looked down scornfully at his young charge and received a petulant glower for his troubles. He released a long-suffering huff and hardened his glare. "Listen to me Draco. You are to stay exactly where you are until the goblin comes to escort you, you will sign the papers and then return to this seat and wait for me. Under no circumstances will you leave this seat before the goblin arrives. You are not to go anywhere unless the goblin is escorting you to the aforementioned room, restricted areas are defined as everywhere except your seat at it's current position and the room in which you are to sign the forms. Do you understand me Draco or are we going to have problems?"

Merlin, this is embarrassing. Knock over a few volatile ingredients in the apothecary and suddenly you lose all trust in me don't you Sev? "I understand you perfectly Sev, I'm not two years old."

"I remember you at two and you haven't changed one bit Draco."

"Go away, you're being boring now and I'm not interested in baby stories."

"If I find that you have strayed from my guidelines Draco you will sorely regret it. Goodbye you ungrateful nuisance I will be back in four hours."

"Where are you going?"

If looks could kill Draco would be a pile of ashes on the red velvet cushion of his seat. "To another apothecary."

"Oh. Bye Sev."

Sev gave Draco one last disdainful look before leaving.

Draco slumped down in the high backed chair and watched the black clad form of Severus Snape stalk out of Gringotts in a most menacing fashion with black robes billowing in his wake. The drama queen had dropped Draco off at Gringotts four hours early and it was going to be a long wait. Really if Sev didn't trust him why was he leaving Draco sitting in the middle of Gringotts unsupervised and left to his own devices? Probably put a tracking potion in his pumpkin juice this morning. Yes that probably was exactly the case.

Quite sure that his every move was being watched Draco looked at his surroundings and seethed. Unable to leave the chair he spent his time holding one-sided starring matches with the goblins and pulling faces at them if they stared back. This was a highly amusing exercise since goblins were incurably serious and had a tendency to become grouchy at the slightest offense. Draco watched as the one he had been looking at broke its second quill and laughed. Sadly this activity could really only be amusing for the first five or so minutes and then became tedious so Draco stopped after fifteen.

You'd think they could move up his meeting so that he wouldn't have to wait forever and a day to sign some stupid papers that could just as easily been brought to him at the Manor. But no, tradition must be upheld and transactions such as these must be taken care of within the boundaries of the bank for the magic to activate.

Draco slumped down further in his chair. Malfoy's were not meant to slump but no one was in the bank this morning except the goblins and who cared what they thought? That was when another idea struck him. Locking his arms into the space below the armrests of the chair Draco lowered himself down until he was almost sitting on the floor and could rest his shoulders on the seat cushion. Spreading his lean legs as far away from the chair as he could without toppling over Draco stopped his movements and began attempting to return to his former seated position. This proved to be far more challenging than the first task and pulled the front tails of his shirt away from his pants but he managed it nonetheless. Wow, what fun! He thought sarcastically.

He un-tucked the rest of his shirt because it was really no use keeping it half and half and then spent a good deal of time picking at his nails, running his hands though his hair, straitening his collar, crossing and folding his legs up in all manner of ways and arranging his robes after each new position. He was currently crouching with his feet on the seat and engaged in the action of chewing his lip while staring at the ceiling. After a moment of that he shot his legs forward and landed on the seat with a soft poof.

"God, can't you sit still for one minute?" an annoyed voice asked from beside him.

Draco whipped around at the sound of the voice but it wasn't an irritated goblin or his escort like he had expected. It was Potter.

"Potter." Draco shot Potter a modified version of the glare he used for Sev. This version was devoid of all playfulness. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Since Snape left." Harry stepped in front of Draco's chair with his arms crossed over his chest. "You really do act like a two year old."

"Shut up." Draco snapped. "Sitting here for hours is tedious."

Harry checked his watch. "It's been twenty minutes Malfoy."

"Exactly. What are you doing here?"

"Well it's none of you're business but I'm waiting for a meeting."

"And why were you hiding?"

"What is this twenty questions? I wasn't hiding I was standing on the other side of that pillar; if you didn't bother to look it's not my fault. You'll never be able to make a good little servant for Voldermort if you don't improve those skills of observation. Constant vigilance Malfoy, I'm sure it works just as well for Death eaters as it dose for Aurors."

"Watch your step Potter I'm not a Death Eater."

"Sure you aren't and my name's not Harry Potter its Ignatius Trout."

"Well Ignatius if you didn't want to talk me why did you start?" Draco was very sure that banter with Potter would be much more entertaining the annoying the goblins but why in the world had Wonder Boy started talking to him?

"Shut up Malfoy."

"Original Trout, real original. So, why are you talking to me if you don't like Death Eaters?"

"So you admit it!" Potter was pointing a finger straight at Draco's nose.

"No," Draco said slowly for the mentally impaired namely Potter. "You think I'm a death eater so why would you talk to me if you were so convinced?"

"You were annoying me, I came over hear to tell you to sit still."

Draco glared bloody death at Potter and started tapping his foot on the marble floor. "And what made you think I'd listen to you? Enjoy staring at me Potter, planning on becoming a spy?" A funny look passed over Potter's face but then quickly disappeared behind a mask of contempt. Interesting, so Potter had been watching him hu...

"I wasn't spying." Potter muttered under his breath.

Draco shook his head "You were watching me while hiding behind a pillar that happens to fit perfectly into what the definition of spying is, ignoramus." Potter glared. Oops made him mad can't have the Golden Boy running off in a righteous huff too soon. "Now if you're done spying on me why don't you leave? Or would you rather sit down and talk to me?" Draco tried to smile for insurance against the leave comment but found that it had turned into an odd sort of smirk. Potter blushed anyways. My, my, this is getting interesting.

"Uh..." a man of many words St. Potter wasn't.

"Grab a chair, they're comfortable enough."

"I'd rather not."

"So where's – " I will resist all Weasel and Mudblood comments I will resist all Weasel and Mudblood comments... "Fine." Draco interrupted himself sharply. "Have it your way. Now tell me why you were looking at me."

"You don't give up do you? Just let it go Malfoy."

"No, on both accounts, now speak or leave me alone."

"If you must know I wasn't hiding or spying on you but you kept moving around and it's bloody distracting, especially that stretchy thing you were doing." Another slight blush dusted across Potter's cheeks. What the hell was going on here?

"Stretch? – Oh that!" Hm... Potter do you fancy me? Very interesting. "If I'm so annoying why didn't you look away?"

"You were making noise too."

"Then ignore it or go somewhere else. These aren't good reasons for staring at me for twenty minutes."

"Shut up Malfoy. I'm going to sit somewhere else."

"Good, do that." The words were out of Draco's mouth before he could stop them and then Potter had turned his back and was walking across to the other side of the room where he sat down on a small plush couch and looked everywhere but at Draco.

What in the world had all that been about? Potter was staring and blushing and Draco was entertaining thoughts that Wonder Boy might have the hots for him. Well if this was the case whole new levels of Potter Baiting and Humiliation had suddenly become possible. Apparently the Boy Who Lived played on that side of the Quidditch field. Draco smirked a bit then realized that it had been his first movement since Potter left. Glancing over at Potter Draco saw that he was also sitting similarly still and staring at him, again.

"You're looking at me Potter." Draco shouted across the room. Almost a dozen goblin heads swiveled in his direction and gave him disapproving glares.

"How would you know I was looking at you if you hadn't been looking at me too?"

"I can look at you as much as I want. You're the one who was spying on me a minute ago so I've got a right to see if you're trying to do it again you pervert."

"I wasn't spying on you Malfoy!"

"Sure you weren't. Now stop looking at me." Draco stared at Potter until the boy turned around and directed his gaze to the bank entrance.

If truth be told Potter wasn't all that bad looking, if he didn't have such a shity personality Draco might have been tempted to actually start flirting in earnest but since things were not like that at all flirting was just one more fun way to drive Potter up a wall.

Draco continued to stare at Potter but when the boy refused to look back Draco began fidgeting again. His father had always told him not to fidget. A sharp rap with that stupid silver cane of his always followed the command.

Draco had been four and he was too short for his feet to reach the floor so his father had a small box placed under his feet so that he wouldn't be able to swinging them under the table. But the box was hollow and he couldn't keep from tapping his feet at a dinner, it made a lot of noise. His Father had told him to stop it immediately and Draco had tried. He had wanted to please his father so he had tried to keep still but when he let his mind wander away from the task his foot began unconsciously tapping again. His father had suddenly appeared at Draco's side and before he could even notice him his father had slammed the butt of his cane onto Draco's left foot so hard that it made a strange church like noise. Draco didn't dare make a sound. Lucius hadn't said anything after that and neither had his mother. Draco watched his father turn and stride back to his seat and the family finishing the meal in silence.

Lucius had broken four bones in his son's foot, which he later healed himself but only after having had a long talk with young Draco about what would happen if he ever fidgeted again.

After that day Draco had been a very still child. He had been taught not to cry, not to talk before spoken to, not to whine, not to touch the things in Father's study, not to slouch in his seat, what the appropriate topics for polite conversation were, not to bother people at inappropriate moments, never to slurp his soup, and to absolutely never talk back to his father. He had learned all that by the age of five and it hadn't been until sometime during the age of eleven that he realized nothing would happen to him if he did those things while his father wasn't present.

Because you see Lucius had always been present in Draco's life. He was like an omnipotent force always aware of what Draco was doing and ready to chastise him if he stepped out of line.

Learning not to fidget was one of the few early lessons Draco could recall actually being taught, others just came as second nature and if he thought about exactly why he never spoke much while in his father's presence the lack of memory gave Draco a very unsettling feeling. Before it became second nature not to fidget Draco had added it to the list of things not to do that he repeated constantly in his head. After a year at Hogwarts he realized that his father wasn't there. His father wasn't there to look over his shoulder and he could fidget and slouch to his hearts content and not one of the other Slytherins gave a shit. At first he had been wary of Sev reporting back to Lucius but soon it became clear that as long as he wasn't being annoying to Sev himself then Sev didn't care and would never report it back to Lucius anyway.

Sadly though, Draco could never again enjoy slouching and fidgeting and being overly obnoxious because it wasn't an easy thing to do. He had to consciously remember that Lucius wasn't there to stop him and he had to actually think constantly about tapping his feet if he wanted to remain doing so. In the first week after realizing Lucius wasn't there Draco had made a point of being as loud and obnoxious as he possible could and while it was fun to get away with it was tedious and thankless work rapping your knuckles on a desk for hours and when he realized that doing so had made him miss an entire lesson of transfigurations Draco had been very disappointed to learn that slouching and fidgeting and being obnoxious were only good for keeping his mind occupied.

Harry stalked across the polished floor of Gringotts and sat down on an overstuffed couch. Talking to Malfoy had been a mistake. Staring at Malfoy had also been a mistake but Harry hadn't been able to resist doing either.

After He had emerged from the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron Tonks had bombarded Harry with questions about why and how he had transfigured his family into animals. When Harry hadn't wanted to explain his reasons and couldn't remember the incantation he used he became snappish and told her very directly to stop it. She had looked hurt and hadn't said anything more than that he must have been pretty advanced in transfiguration or pretty out of control to have managed such a thing.

Remus had told him that the guard wouldn't be present with him at Gringotts since it was almost as well guarded as Hogwarts and the goblins didn't appreciate loiterers who had no business there. Since Harry had declined a trip to Diagon alley they had dropped him off at the bank saying they would return to escort him to Grimmauld Place in about four hours.

After all three had left Harry had sat down with his back against a pillar and stared off into space trying to keep his mind off the Dursleys and everything that had led up to his departure from number 4.

Imagine his surprise when he heard Snape and Malfoy exchanging words. If he turned his head he could see Malfoy slouching in a chair scowling but he couldn't see Snape. He hadn't needed to see Snape because he could already imagine the look on his face by the sound of his voice. He was talking to Malfoy in almost exactly the same tone he used with Harry when he failed at correctly brewing a potion, cold condescendence and contempt in equal parts. Snape was talking to Malfoy like he was a troublesome child instead of the a sixteen year old and Harry found this fitting since in his opinion Malfoy acted like a spoiled brat no matter what his age.

Harry's assumptions had been proven true when the blond Slytherin had begun annoying the goblins. Harry had to stop himself from laughing out loud twice because of Malfoy's antics. After the first time he chided himself for finding the obnoxious slime ball even remotely funny. He was a Death Eater a racist. At the age of twelve he had wished for Hermione's death and he would always be a bully and a snob. The second time Harry had almost laughed he refused to think anything of it but continued watching Malfoy anyway.

It wasn't that he had been spying on Malfoy, really was the boy doing anything worth watching? And he wasn't hiding he just didn't feel like moving or being seen. He had sat down there before Malfoy had even come into Gringotts and if he didn't move was that really hiding?

When Malfoy had slid out of his chair gracefully arching his back and revealing to Harry every last line of his defined abs Harry had felt that the building was becoming a bit smaller and couldn't take his eyes away. What a stupid thing to do. Malfoy was so immature it was annoying. Why was he doing that?

And then Malfoy had slid back up into his seat and Harry had been spellbound by the sight of the blond annoyance un-tucking the rest of his shirt and revealing a pale line of flesh. Harry had then watched as he had twisted himself around in the seat stretching around nonchalantly managing to look graceful and uninterested instead of awkward and anxious, as Harry would have.

Malfoy wouldn't stop moving and it was driving Harry spare so Harry had gone over there to tell him to stop it, to make him stop distracting Harry with his constant irritating movements.

And really Harry hadn't meant the conversation to go on for so long but he couldn't stop. He had to keep defending himself against Malfoy and the annoying prat just wouldn't let anything go. Harry was glad he was on the other side of the room now. Far away from the slime ball.

Harry chanced one last look at the boy across the room and was startled when he locked eyes with him.

"You're looking at me Potter." Malfoy shouted from across the room. Almost a dozen goblin heads swiveled in his direction and gave him disapproving glares.

"How would you know I was looking at you if you hadn't been looking at me too?" Why couldn't Harry just have ignored the nuisance?

"I can look at you as much as I want. You're the one who was spying on me minute ago so I've got a right to see if you're trying to do it again."

"I wasn't spying on you Malfoy!"

"Sure you weren't. Now stop looking at me."

Harry finally did something he had intended to and broke the staring match by turning away from Malfoy and watching the entrance for people coming in. It wasn't until Harry realized that no one would be coming in this morning that he felt Malfoy's eyes on the back of his head and was sure that he was being watched. Harry's stomach growled reminding him that the only food he had gotten all day had been a handful of Dudley's greasy bacon.

Harry could feel Malfoy's stare burning into the back of his head and when he whipped around to see Malfoy sitting up ram rod strait in his chair with an eerie stillness staring at him unwaveringly. Harry decided that he liked fidgety obnoxious Malfoy better still Malfoy was unnerving.

Potter was staring at him again. "Can't keep your eyes off me can you?"

Draco wanted to march over to Potter and do something to him though he wasn't sure what but it would definitely have to be something to really ruffle Potters feathers.

"You were staring at me."

"That's of no consequence I already told you I have the right to stare at you." Potter snorted and Draco could hear it from across the large room. "If you want to stare at me fine just come over here and do it where I can ridicule you without straining my voice." The goblins all began to look like angry librarians just before they kicked you out of the library for talking and then enchanted your books to hit you over the head, repeatedly.

"I think I'll stay here thanks."

"You have to make thing's difficult don't you?"

"Why are you even talking to me?"

"Because" Draco shrugged his shoulders and slumped bonelessly in his chair. "It's better than doing nothing and as you've probably heard I can't leave this chair for any reason short of an apocalypse."

For the longest time Potter looked anywhere but at Draco and refused to talk to him. Maybe Potter was racking his brain for any form of communication besides his brand of badly executed banter.

"So, er... Uh... do you have a meeting too?" Stop it Potter your head might explode with the effort.

"Yes, I have to sign the papers that changed all the vaults over to my name."

"Vault's?"

Draco gave Potter a disbelieving glance, could he really be that dense? "Vault's Potter. Where are we?"

"Gringotts."

"And what is Gringotts Potter? Come on, I know you can do it!"

"Malfoy I know we're in a bank full of vault's!"

"Well if it's so obvious to you why did you question the fact that the Malfoy's have business with their vault's when they enter a bank?"

"Shut up!"

"Don't get your knickers in a twist Potter I'm only joking."

"You aren't funny Malfoy." Well that was a matter of opinion...

"Some people simply can't appreciate that others are on a higher level of brain activity than they are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're too dumb to tell when I'm just kidding." Or flirting for my own entertainment.

"Oh and are you kidding now?" You're really asking for it aren't you Potter? Well I can be gracious. Kill them with kindness Draco.

"Of course I am. I've been kidding this entire conversation and you've been grouchy and insulting." As well as a little hot and bothered, HA!

"Whatever" Don't look so surly Potter it doesn't suit your face. "How can you be joking when your father died last week and your getting vaults that used to be his changed to your name? The Prophet –"

"– If you believe everything you read in the Prophet Potter then your dumber than I thought you were and that was not a joke."

"Of course I don't believe to Prophet Malfoy, you're a death eater and you knew damn well your father was one too!" Death to the imbecile!!! "I just want to know how you can sit here making jokes so soon after his death, it thought you'd be at least a little sorry the bastard was gone."

This was getting a bit personal. Fuck Potter. "Oh really? And how torn up were you over his death? Show me one picture from the prophet where I'm crying over that bastard? You said it Potter he was a bastard and I'm not sorry that he's a dead bastard now. I'll see you later." Ignoring Snape's expressed instructions to never leave the chair come hell or high water Draco sat up and strode over to the nearest goblins desk demanding that a meeting room be opened for his use immediately. Fucking Potter and his stupid questions, who dose he think he is?

"You're an hour early." The goblin grumbled and stated at him.

"Yes, I know that, but I have been waiting long enough so move my meeting up. Now!"

"As you wish." The little goblin got out of his seat and disappeared behind the desks for a second before emerging through a goblin sized swinging door at floor level. "This way." Draco followed the goblin to the back of the bank and into one of the side doors.

To Be Continued...