Draco went along with all the other kids going to Hogsmeade. Once there, he walked towards the woods, and after checking to see no one had followed him, he apparated to the manor. He appeared in his bedroom. His father must've been waiting for him, or had heard the loud 'pop', because he opened the door and stepped into the room.
"The Dark Lord will be very pleased when you manage to bring him Potter."
"Yes, I think he will," he agreed submissively with his father.
"Don't let us down. You have to uphold the Malfoy name."
"I know." 'Of course I know. I'd known my whole life,' Draco thought.
"Get ready. Your mother would like to see you. Our Lord will be here at four, so you will have time to get back to Hogsmeade." With that, he left. Draco bit his lip.
'Oh. I don't want to do this. But I have to. I wish I could just have a little something… anything to not think about this. I have to be sharp, though. No. Just wait a little longer. 'Okay,' he decided in his mind. One good thing about coming home was that Draco could bathe in his own wonderful bathtub.
He drew the water, adding a generous amount of bubbles. Because the bathtub was magical, it filled in about a minute. He hissed as he got in. The water was almost scalding hot, just the way he liked it. He wondered what Harry was doing.
He was lost in remembering and daydreaming until half the bubbles had disappeared and the water was a tad chilly. He got out and found the house elf had placed his death eater robes and mask on his bed. He changed, and then went to see what his mother would have to say.
He found her on the patio, a glass of wine in her hand, and a half-empty bottle on the table. "Draco!" she said, and gave him a small smile. "Are you excited?"
"A bit. I'm happy to bring him Potter. It's too bad I can't kill him myself." He almost laughed as he said it, but managed not to show his amusement in his voice.
"Show respect! Refer to Our Lord as Lord." She paused to sip the wine. "I'm so proud of you. Just like your father." Draco frowned. He didn't like being told he was anything like Lucius. He hated his mother sometimes.
'I suppose I can't judge her. I mean, look at me,' he thought, a little guiltily. "Be careful, mum."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, I don't know." She gives him a strange look, like she is suspicious, but he puts on his bored face. "I have some things I need to do before the meeting with The Dark Lord." He glanced over to his mother, over exaggerating, as if to say, 'Happy now?'
Narcissa nods her head, bidding him leave. Draco walks up to his room to wait.
Meanwhile, Harry was in the meeting at Dumbledore's office. He, Dumbledore, Tonks, Moody, Lupin, Kingsley, Bill Weasley, and a few people whom Harry didn't know by name, were discussing strategy. How Harry should kill Voldemort. Harry told himself not to think about what Draco was doing, and to concentrate on the battle ahead.
"We don't know how many Death Eaters will be there. Mr. Malfoy was unable to find out, correct, Harry?" Dumbledore asked him. Harry nodded.
"We'll port key together with our wands ready, and as soon as we arrive start stupefying. Harry, you'll be in the middle, and we'll try to protect you from the Death Eaters. You worry about Voldemort, my boy, and don't try to avenge anything."
Harry clenched his teeth, angered that Dumbledore had just assumed he would go and find Bellatrix to get revenge for Sirius. Not that it wasn't tempting, though. "Yes, sir."
"This has trap written all over it," began Moody for the tenth time that day. "Are you sure this Malfoy is on our side?"
"Yes," Harry said firmly. "Don't worry about it. I'm not."
A moment of silence followed his comment, before Dumbledore resumed speaking. "We've worked on the spell for almost a year now, and we think it's ready. Harry has been practicing an ancient form of Avada Kedavra. The most powerful we could come up with."
No one looked surprised, and Harry knew Dumbledore was just rehashing the plan to get their minds ready for it. After Harry defeated Voldemort (if, in fact, he was able to), the stunned Death Eaters would be rounded up and sent to Azkaban. Those that had gotten away would be easy to track down.
Dumbledore ended the meeting by saying they had one hour before they would need to be in the carriages to Hogsmeade. Harry walked out of the office shakily, realizing the next two hours would decide not only his fate, but the rest of the wizarding world's. Hermione and Ron were sitting on the couch in the Common Room, waiting for him. Hermione jumped up from the couch and hugged him.
"Oh, Harry, be careful!" she choked out.
"Hey, I'll be okay. Voldemort doesn't stand a chance," he said, managing to sound confident.
Ron, a little jealous by now, stood up also, and patted Harry on the back. "I believe in you, mate," he said.
Harry grinned. He wanted to tell them about Draco so bad all of a sudden. But he knew they would never accept it. He let himself think about Draco now. How he wished it was Draco here with him, and not his friends. He felt a pang of guilt at that thought, but it was the truth.
The three friends talked about old times and adventures. They didn't talk about the war. An hour was soon up, and Harry embraced them both, before leaving Hogwarts. 'Maybe for the last time,' he thought morbidly.
A/N: I've been so busy these last few weeks and I had a touch of writer's block, so forgive me the long update wait. But I have tons of ideas for the next chapter. In fact, there will be two endings to this story, one sad, and one a little happier. I've always loved the angsty endings myself.