thank you for my review, i'm sick this weekend so i worked really hard on this chapter. but i am on lots of drugs so if there are any mistakes, i am sorry.

Chapter 2: Step One

The next day went as clock work. Draco has played this game many times, but this time it was Harry Potter. It wasn't that Draco was scared, no it was that he was a little worried. Potter had turned him down before, he was the first and only, and he just wanted to proceed with caution.

Susan Bones wanted him to jump in and talk to Potter that day, but what she didn't know to play the game was an art. It took time to study, analyze and learn your prey. You had to calculate from what angle to attack your prey from. So Draco sat back and watched Potter, for he was the prey and he, himself was the predator.

The acts of his friends were so predictable at meal time it was sickening. The Mudblood sat reading a school book once in a while pausing to take a drink of her pumpkin juice and the Weasel eat by shoveling whatever was edible into his mouth and talked. But Potter on the other hand didn't look very happy. He always sat there poking his food with his fork, eating very little.

Draco notice ever since the end of last year, Potter seemed preoccupied. He smiled and laughed and spoke when spoken to but there was this underlining depression in him. Not very many people noticed it but he, Potter's friend and of course, the teachers.

Potter's friends tried to reach him, but he either didn't hear them or he just didn't care. It intrigued Draco, he wanted to know what happen to the perfect Golden Boy to make him sad.

Draco watched as Potter studied in the library for tests. When frustrated with something he would rub his temples with his fingers. While nervous he would run his hand through his black messy hair, in so making it messier. But Draco also witness him zoning out in classes, sitting at his desk hand propped under his chin, with his mouth open.

After a week of watch his prey he found his way in. All Potter needed was some one to talk to. And Draco could do that, he's played the good listener many times. So on one Monday morning in potions Draco started his little scheme.

At the end of class Draco took his time to put his belongings away. He was waiting for the Dream Team to make there exit. As Potter and his friend walked passed his desk, Draco put out his leg, causing Ron to slam to the floor.

'Watch were your going Weasel. Your Blood Traitor filth got on my shoes.' he leaned over and brushed off his shoe with the back of his hand.

Ron stood up as quickly as possible, trying gather all his dignity. 'You tripped me, Ferret Face.'

'Malfoy, what do you want?' Draco's attention turned to Potter. Who didn't speak with his normal amount of hatred, only perhaps because he did have the energy. 'You didn't wait for us just to trip Ron.'

Draco was taken aback, he never gave Potter credit for actually thinking. 'And what makes you think I didn't just stay behind to trip the pauper?' he smirked at them evilly. 'you are not the center of my world Potter,' he looks at his nails, 'I know how much you want to be, but it just isn't so.' Draco gathered his things and left the class.

The conversation didn't go quite as he had hoped, but he had underestimated Potter's intelligent. Something he will never do again.

You may ask what Draco was doing? How was he going to be friend Potter while tripping his friends and calling his obsessed. Well you forget that Draco is a master mind when it comes to this game. So I can either tell you or show you.

The very next day, Malfoy was walking to the half-giants hut on the edge of the forest going to his Care of Magical Creatures lesson with his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. The trio was stalking in front of him with the Mudblood in the middle, she was caring on about how important it is that they help free the House Elves. Complete rubbish if you ask me, House Elves, Freedom, they would all drop dead from shock. Anyways, he saw the next step to his plan unfold.

In that class, Malfoy knew that the Dream Team loved the big ugly oaf very dearly and the best way to get under Potter's skin was to insult him.

'O.K. class, I have a real treat for you.' said the illiterate oaf. The giant led them a little into the forest, and there in the clearing was just a plain elephant. It was as tall as the giant himself and was a dull shade of gray. What he thinking, elephant have no magical property. Why was he showing them this.

'This is Emily,' he said nodding toward the giant gray thing eating what looked to be peanuts. 'She is an elephant, and for those of you who are stumped they do have magical properties.'

The Mudblood's hand flew up in the air, but to every one's surprise, he ignored her. 'As you know there are many different kinds of magic, well the elephant like the unicorn are what we call pure magic.'

'Professor, there is nowhere in the book that talks about the properties of the elephant.' once again the Mudblood spoke without turn.

'Well if you shut up for once, he'll tell you what they are so you don't have to read it.' Draco snapped at her. She want quite and sent an apologizing look. Hagrid on the other hand looked at Malfoy shocked, along with the rest of the class, including Potter.

But whatever, 'elephant are for luck, they are considered to most intelligent creatures on the face of the earth, even smart then owls.' class went on very well and Draco was shocked that he had actually learned something for once in that class. The only bad thing was that he had not found any chance to throw an insult at Hagrid or Potter and his friends.

But then there at the end of class he moment hit him straight in the face, quiet literally. Harry Potter hadn't been watching where he was going and ran right in to Draco, knocking them both to the floor on top of each other.

'Watch where your going Scar Head.' Draco exclaimed, pissed at being caught off guard and having Potter on top of him for the world to see.

'Sorry Malfoy, I didn't see you.'

'You didn't see me, I think you did it on propose.' accused Malfoy

'Yes Malfoy, I ran into you on propose, just so I can get a feel in' Potter said sarcastically getting to his feet with the help of Ron and Hermione.

Malfoy stood too, brushing himself off. He quickly took out his wand and pointed out at Potters head. 'I am sick of your attitude Potter, up better show me respect or something bad is going to happen to you and your little frien…' he didn't get time to finish because Potter swung his leg at the bottom of Draco's leg and sent him crashing to the floor. He hit his head hard on a rock but didn't have time to think of it, because Potter throw himself on top of him and Draco got what he wanted. His plan was going as planned.