Summary: Draco Malfoy has been acting suspicious since December started. No one but Harry notices. He believes that Malfoy is working for the wrong side. Is Harry indeed right or are Malfoy's secret activities something entirely different?
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to the Harry Potter Empire. I'm only writing for my own entertainment and no money is being made.
Wicked Mission Accomplished
Chapter 1
Sick of It
"Potter, I find all this you-stalking me extremely flattering. Yet I should tell you that happily for me I'm not available for the ball,"a smug sounding voice said, echoing through the deserted corridor where only one torch gave some light. But it looked as if the fire could die out at any rate.
Except for some tiny spiders which were moving at a fast speed and a tall slender boy there were no other living organisms that the eyes can see.
The situation looked ridiculous. The slender boy was standing in the corner where to corridor turned to the left. All alone, so it seemed, with arms crossed and a cold mask in place looking at an ugly dark spot on the wall.
You would think he was talking to himself. But our young man here is not quite the lunatic, as it would appear at first glance. He wasn't having a one-sided conversation with the plain wall but was actually speaking to another young man under an invisibility cloak who went by the name of Potter, Harry Potter. Harry was extremely pissed at the moment not to mention uncomfortable too.
'Flinching Merlin, how the hell could Malfoy have known he was there, stalking him under his invisibility cloak. Stalking with good reasons of course. Malfoy's acting weird these last days and I just want to confirm that he is indeed not involved in any illegal activities. With guys like Malfoy you never know. Everyone appears to love him now he openly declared to be a supporter of the Light Side but I know better than to easily jump to conclusions.'
Harry being Harry couldn't just sit around waiting for something, probably bad, to happen. He had to investigate this suspicious matter himself. He knew Malfoy was going to be in this corridor at the exact hour of midnight because he overheard Malfoy himself in Transfigurations telling Crabbe and Goyle not so softly about some important business he had to take care of at 12 o'clock on the third floor.
Harry had gleefully smiled and thought that now he will finally get the chance to catch Malfoy. He had been happy for now he can prove to Ron and Hermione his theories about Malfoy possibly working as a spy for Voldemort. Instead current events shows that Harry's plans of catching Malfoy in the act has turned out to be completely fruitless.
"Now now, why are we so quiet?."A chilling voice asked. "You shouldn't be so hurt about me not going with you, I'm sure one of the houselves would gladly accompany you. What was that one's name again, the one that wipes your arse for you? Doddy was it? You'll look gorgeous together. A perfect match."
Harry was if possible fuming more at that moment and he accidently let out a small hmmph.
Malfoy's composure stayed the same but if you looked closely you would see that his glistening eyes suddenly looked more fiendish and his lips twitched deviously, without a warning he stretched his arm directly in front of him and his hand grabbed into the invisible air of the dim lighted corner till he found what he was looking for. Triumphantly he snatched the cloak off of Harry.
"There you are"
"Bastard," was all Harry said, feeling exposed now that Malfoy could clearly see him.
"I thought you were going retard for a moment there. Took you long enough to react," Malfoy said with his usual drawl. "Now that you got your tongue back it's time for us to get down to business."
"Eh?" was all Harry managed to get out of his mouth.'Business and with him? What is he talking about!'
Harry was getting more angry every second that passed by his enemy's attitude. What confused him though was the fact that Malfoy looked perfectly calm.
"Aren't we the eloquent one today Potter," was the only reply.
'Something's fishy here.'
Malfoy was taking his spying on him way too well. It was as if he already knew Harry's plan to come after him. Harry thought that if Malfoy was surprised he hid it very well. Which is something he can't imagine.
Knowing Draco Malfoy for six years he'd think himself to be expert enough on said person. And said person should have been extremely pissed at the moment. That's why Harry came to the definite conclusion that yes, Malfoy knew more than he let on. But the question was how because he was sure he had been very quiet in his hot pursuit after Malfoy. Not even the sounds of his footsteps were loud enough to hear for Filch's nasty cat Mrs. Norris if she had been standing a hair away from him.
"What's going on," came out in a tight voice.
"You're catching up, great."
"Tell me how you found out."
The blonde haired guy snickered and said, "I take back what I just said. You're not in the process yet of catching up at all. Poor scarhead."
"Cut it out Malfoy, I'm not here to have an amicably chat with you. Spill it," he demanded from the other.
"Why should I?" asked Malfoy as he nonchalantly brushed a blonde strand of hair out of his face.
'Why? Why! He has some nerves!'
"I have every right seeing how it's you that apparan..."
But Harry didn't get further than that because Malfoy rudely cut him of saying, "do not bother answering that, I have no time for your idiotic reply. Let's just get the Boy of Light out of the dark." A malicious small smile appeared on his handsome face and than the mask went back in place.
Meanwhile Harry's face was getting red from all his suppressed anger. Malfoy saw this and wisely decided to continue fast before the other boy was too far gone for rational conversation and things only could be settled with knuckles.
Normally he wouldn't mind but right now there were more pressing matters than a meaningless but fun fight. Besides today is Friday.
Friday is Malfoy's special day of the week. After the classes are over he goes straight to his dorm room without making any detours. There he puts all kinds of colored bottles in his designer rucksack and then heads towards his own prefect's bathroom for his ritual cleansing.
He usually spends at least two hours in the bathroom with his manly beauty products. First he starts with a complete Dead Sea Salt body scrub including a light Ocean Breeze facial scrub, one of the ingredients being the purest of white sands from Tahiti. Then he washes it off with refreshing shower. Afterwards he'll splash himelf with an expensive icy substance called Fairy Fairest and stay in the steaming bathtub for as long as he wants.
Malfoy felt radiant, like the Sex God he supposedly was. He had no desire to blemish his beautiful skin so there won't be any heavy fighting, today. "Alright then. Potter, you're stupid for not having realized by now that I was the one pulling the strings here. I wanted you to follow me today to this abandoned corridor."
Harry gasped. "You lured me here!" he angrily exclaimed. "You evil ferret! So you purposely said what you said in Transfigurations? It was all to get me here?"
'Alright, I need to calm down and think'
"In other words, yes you took the bait like a brainless fish. But I suppose no matter what you still would have followed me, it's just that I wanted to be sure."
"Why are you doing this?" Harry still couldn't see what Malfoy would want from him.
"Isn't it me who should ask you that?"
"You have no reasons to."
"Why do you think you're here then?"
"How in the world should I know. For my part you want to stuff me with cotton and take me to Voldemort!" spat Harry back frustrated. It was out before he had a chance to process that sentence in his mind first and the implications.
'Shit, shit, shit. Now he's going to know for sure that I doubt his loyalty.' He felt like slamming his head on the dusty wall. Malfoy's smart so in the future he will be more careful around him, that means it will also be harder on Harry's part to bust Malfoy and it's difficult enough as it is.
"Yes! That's precisely why you're here," was the vehement response.
Harry's world stood still for a moment and then his mind went buzzing. 'I knew it!' was what he repeated to himself over and over again. He didn't even register that this means that he might be in danger. He was so elevated to hear those words coming out of his enemy's own mouth. Hah, Hermione and Ron should have had more trust in his instincts, was what he thought. Draco Malfoy admitted to him Harry Potter of having contact with Voldemort.
Harry suddenly stood still and thought rapidly about what would happen next. He decided to at least improve his slouchy composure to a more intimidating one. His face hardened as he seriously said,"You do know I will not leave without a fight, don't you."
The other's face stayed blank. Harry got the feeling he was being stared at with soulless eyes. Malfoy was not saying anything and so Harry decided he was probably contemplating how to go further with the situation. But then he heard something out of place. Malfoy started making noises and before Harry knew it he was mockingly laughing at him.
"You're so funny Potter," he managed between breaths. Then he took two deep breaths and set his face to the way it was before but with a sarcastic grin still lingering.
Harry of course didn't see anything funny at all and awaited silently his opponent's next move.
"It's no wonder everyone around you think of you as a hopeless savior, what with you being so oblivious to the facts as they are. I never thought a person can be paranoid and clueless at the same time but you Potter, you are the exception again." He paused for a second and then resumed talking. "The Dark Lord might be polyuiced into Ron and still you would stubbornly insists that it's me who's the cause for everything bad."
'He lost me...' He didn't like what was said about him at all but his strong curiosity over won his need to defend himself.
"What are you saying?"
A tired sigh escaped Malfoy as he said, "The opposite of what you're thinking."
"That you are not abducting me? Why did you say that then?" Harry asked suspiciously.
Malfoy looked impatiently at Harry and began speaking, "Enough already. You're giving me a headache. I meant just then that it was about the Dark Lord I wanted to talk to you about. Merlin, you're slow!"
Harry opened his mouth to retort back but didn't get the chance because Malfoy spoke up again. "No more arguments. I wish to go to my bed already. Here's the deal, and listen carefully for I do not repeat myself to dimwits." Malfoy looked threatening now. "I'm fed up with you being so immature around me, if you want to be immature please do not be around me. Better yet do not come near me at all. If you dare to continue your espionage on me, if you dare ever to follow me like a lost pixie again like today I will hex your tiny balls off and eventually the rest of you."
"How dare you to threaten me!" Harry cried in outrage, wand out pointing at Malfoy ready to hex him.
"I'm not threatening you but merely promising you your death if you don't leave me alone." Malfoy didn't bother taking out his wand, his death glare on that moment was enough a weapon already.
He kept looking at Harry straight in the eye as he softly said in a monotonous tone, "I do mean that Potter, I swear I do."
He then slowly took a step back, still watching Harry. With a barely heard swish he suddenly turned around and walked casually without looking back into the darkness.
Harry stayed like paralyzed pressed against the cold wall deep in his thoughts.
A/N: Please tell me what you think. Is it worth continuing? This is my first fanfic and I have no idea if it's likeable enough or not. I have the plot for this story already in my head, I know where I want to go with it so I'd really like for you guys to give me a chance! Please leave a review!