Draco didn't really mind having Potter follow him into the secret orchard. It's not like he was doing anything illegal. Besides, he had other things on his mind. Shooing away Potter would just cause him to be more suspicious and Draco simply didn't have time for his antics.
Draco still couldn't get the words of his father out of his head, crashing around like a broken record. All Draco had ever wanted to do was please his father. The constant taunting of mudbloods, bragging about his pureblood status, it was all for him. He knew that if he did what he had to he would be able to finally be the son his father wanted him to be.
He looked around at the orchard filled with apples of all varieties, shapes, textures, tastes, and purposes hanging on the branches above. It really was quite impressive. All of it, hidden right beneath that buffoon Dumbledore's nose.
After scanning the trees for what he was looking for, he strode forward and reached out to a low hanging fruit. The Darkest Apple. It is a purple-black with small ridges that made it look like something had crawled across it and left behind a shallow path. Within this piece of fruit holds a poison that, when used correctly could silently kill someone from within.
After looking at it, small compared to the average apple, he took a breath and slid it into his robe pocket.
Looking behind his shoulder, he saw that Potter was still there.
"What are you doing with that, Malfoy?" he asked with narrowed eyes.
"I'm afraid that doesn't concern you, Potter," he responded, a little bit of humor creeping into his voice
unnvited. Draco had to admit to himself, it was nice having someone around who isn't plotting the rise of the Dark Lord or telling him to be a better Malfoy.
Draco was about to go back inside when his father appeared next to him with a loud crack that made him jump and nearly drop the apple.
"How are you here?!" Draco yelped before he regained his composure. Standing straighter to cover up his fumble, he said "It's impossible to apparate into Hogwarts."
"I have my ways" Lucius responded with a powerful glare down his hooked nose that Draco wanted to flinch at.
"Draco," Lucius barked, "you know dawdling is not acceptable on such an important mission for the Dark Lord. This could restore the honor to our family. Do you understand?"
Without thinking, Draco nodded his head sharply. If he responded incorrectly he would be severely punished. Besides, he thought, shame forming a heavy pool in his stomach, Father is correct. This task could restore our honor.
"Now, Draco. I truly wish it hadn't come to this, but I am disappointed in you. If you take much longer the Dark Lord's punishment will be much better than my should think of yourself as lucky."
Draco knew what was coming for him and he closed his eyes and braced for the pain he had endured many times throughout his life but had never gotten used to. Was it even possible to get used to pain like this?
"Crucio!"
It only lasted a few seconds, but immediately his vision tunneled and his head cracked against the ground as his limbs gave out on him, spasming on the ground as pain shot through him. The curse ended and he was left moaning and shaking on the ground, his father looking unforgivingly down at him.
His father gave him one last look that shot another jolt of fear into Draco before he disapperated with another crack.