A/N: Hey guys, I'm back again, though it seems I should be saying Hey to just s.b. who seems to be the only one still reviewing…but oh well. Onto the next chapter, which this whole idea in this chapter kinda made me mad, but I have such a good idea with it so it had to stay. You'll all probably hate me as much as I hate myself. LOL Enjoy!

Stellablu: lol! It just so happens I mention the muggle attacks in this chapter. I thought that was kinda ironic…but anywho, glad you like it.

Chapter 9: Friends?!

Draco Malfoy sat in his bedroom on the second floor of his father's mansion. He was seated in a window seat (I really don't know if his room really does have a window seat…but they live in a mansion, so they can have a window seat!), staring out at the grounds. The mansion was surrounded by trees. The property itself was basically level with bright green grass. There were several house elves working outside, doing whatever it was that they did.

He was bored. To put it lightly. He was always bored during the summer months. There was hardly anything to do, which was ironic as his family had everything and there was nothing to do that he had not done before. His friends were all on holidays with their families, leaving him alone inside the mansion. Though he was never really alone, as the mansion was always filled with house elves, it felt like he lived in isolation.

Malfoy got up from his window seat and crossed the huge room to the door. He opened the large heavy wooden door and stepped into the hallway. He made his way to the spiral staircase, kicking any house elf that got in his way. He stopped on the first floor, making his way into the dining room. When he entered, he saw his father sitting at the table, reading the Daily Prophet, the ever present smirk on his face even more evident than usual.

Malfoy crossed the room to his father's side. Interested in what had him so amused.

"Have you seen this yet?" His father asked, indicating the paper in his hand. Malfoy recognized it as the paper from yesterday and shook his head. He had briefly glanced at it, but he wasn't really all that interested in reading up on the most recent muggle attacks or killings of the mudbloods. They all were the same, to some extent that once you read one, you've read them all. The only thing that changes are the names and what the ministry has to say about it.

His father handed him the paper, and Draco stared at him a moment before scanning the article headlines.

More Death Eater Attacks, Chudley Cannons Win Quiddich Match, Minister's Comments on Muggle Attacks…Draco looked at his father again.

"I don't see anything that would make you this…ecstatic father." Malfoy said.

"Keep reading." Was all his father said, taking a drink from his crystal glass.

Malfoy sighed and continued to look at the headlines. He skimmed through it, still wondering why this was so important his father couldn't just tell him. Then, he saw it.

Harry Potter Killed In Attack.

"So, the rumors were true. They finally got rid of Potter." Draco said a satisfied look on his face.

"That's just the thing! They didn't!" Lucius said, sounding more joyous than Draco ever remembered hearing him sound.

"Father, you are not making any sense."

"The Dark Lord has him."

"So, he will be dead then?"

"NO, see, that's the beauty of it. That was the plan, mind you. Slow, painful death, hoping to get Dumbledore and the other Potters to do something stupid like come after him, but no. This is so much better."

"You're rambling." Draco said, still having no idea what his father was trying to say. Is he trying to say that Potter is still alive? And will remain alive?

"Potter has no memory!"

"Father, a simple memory charm could have done just that."
"I know, that's the beauty of it. It wasn't a memory charm. I don't know why we didn't think of it before. I mean, it was always right in front of us. It will be almost too easy. Poetic even. He cannot remember a thing. We can easily turn him into one of us."

"And how would we do that?" Malfoy asked. His father gave him a look, and smacked him lightly on the back of the head.

"Think about it, Draco. You are not that dumb. We get him to trust us. Get him to join the cause, willingly, mind you. If he gets associated in the attacks against muggles, then he will not be able to return if and when he gets his memory back. He will be forced to stay with us. The plan is ingenious."

"I don't see Potter falling for it."

"That is where you come in."

"What? Me?"

"Yes, you. The young Potter needs a friend. You complain that you are bored so…"

"I will NOT become…MATES with Harry Potter!" Draco said, disgusted he own father would suggest such a thing.

"Draco, you will do this. He'll need someone to reassure him of things. I mean, what is a bunch of adults saying things? Sure, it might work for some time, but he will begin to question us. Someone his own age will-"

"Then pick someone else. I despise Potter."

"And you think I don't?" Lucius asked, looking annoyed.

Draco was silent for a moment. He loathed Harry Potter with every molecule in his body, and he was sure the feeling was mutual. Why should he have to become friends with him ever?

"I won't do it! I despise Potter and everything about him."

"If you want to join the cause some day then you have to learn to make sacrifices for the greater…good. Do you think I like the idea of having a Potter around? Do you think the Dark Lord likes him?!" Lucius demanded. "But we know having Harry Potter on our side is better, more…poetic, really, then to have him six feet under."

"Fine. But I will not be seen in public with…him."

"That is a reasonable request."

Draco scowled and left the room, loosing any appetite he may have just had and more annoyed then he ever felt possible.

Friends with Potter. He thought and shuddered. This will be the worst summer ever.

A/N

Hope you enjoyed! I really did not want to include Draco Malfoy in this story, because I really don't know how to write his character and every time he pops up, I end up re-writing the chapter three times because I either over-do the personality or under do it. I still think he's out of character for most of this story, but oh well. It's the best I can do. L Hope You enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing comments. I probably won't be able to post anything until Tuesday afternoon-evening. But who knows. I'll try and post tomorrow if I can.