Chapter 1

Hogwarts

"What do you mean I won't be able to shop for muggle clothes?" Draco complained to Professor Snape, who was going over what Draco needed to meet Harry Potter for the first time. Draco couldn't help but let through a sharp intake of breath when he had heard about it, right after Snape- just his Godfather in that situation- had caught him spying on his father's 'friends' in the Parlor. When Draco had demanded answers, Snape had distracted him with telling him that Headmaster Dumbledore wanted him to come in contact with Harry Potter immediately. Draco had acted ambiguous right after, however, not wanting Snape to hand the mission off to some other seventeen-year-old.

But Draco had the right to be interested! This was the beginning of the climax of everything Draco had worked for, ever since learning that He Who Must Not Be Named would be making his house into a kill chamber. Maybe even before then, as Snape had admittedly told him. Draco had not been given the Mark yet, due to Snape's and his mother's constant interference, but it would not be long. Draco's arm twitched just thinking about it. "Because, Draco, you have absolutely no knowledge of social dynamic in the muggle world. If we were to go to whatever boutique you might suggest, which I assume will be an expensive one, I doubt Harry will trust you."

Draco rolled his eyes, aggravated at how Snape always assumed the worst of him. Of course, he never acted that way in class, the two-timing snake, and defended him then, but as soon as class ended it was if Draco could do no right. "I'm not going to buy high-class shite! And I think I have more knowledge of fashion than you!" Sure enough, Draco always had the most to-die-for wizard's attire a wizard could wish for, and could it be so different for Muggle clothes? Snape did not give him an answer, instead dumping a bag of clothes on his desk for Draco to grab. "I hope this doesn't smell." Draco said with his nose in the air.

"I sure hope the collection will be up to your tastes." Snape said sarcastically. Draco was about to say more before someone knocked on the door. Wincing, Draco hurriedly made the bag small enough to fit in his pocket. "Come in." Snape answered, not even waiting for Draco to hide it. It was Ronald Weasley, Head Boy of Gryffindor, or as Draco called him Head Arsehole, who was missing his other half, the even more annoying Head Girl Hermione Granger. "Headmaster Dumbledore told me what you were having Malfoy do." He said angrily. "Why are you letting him talk to the Boy Who Lived? He might kill him! I don't trust him at all!" Okay, he was right here, for Merlin's sake. Draco glared at him.

Snape narrowed his eyes at him. Weasley and Granger had infiltrated the Order even though Draco was not allowed, and it infuriated Draco to no end. They had already annoyed Draco throughout the course of Hogwarts, and now they had linked up to annoy him together now that they knew his secret. "I assumed you had not trusted me either. You had made that clear, Mr. Weasley." Snape answered, bite filtering through his politeness. "You should know I have no ability to kill him, Weasley." Draco spit out, as Ron also knew about the Blood Pact Draco was planning to make with Harry once he got him to trust him. "You will have no choice but to trust in Draco, Mr. Weasley." Snape told him.

A Muggle library

Draco had doubted the power Dumbledore had put into to keep Harry safe in such a disastrous situation, but after many failed attempts on tracking him, he could now do nothing but admit the strength of the spell Dumbledore had made to cancel out Harry's magical signature. Even the bond of blood- that had now been broken, or so Draco had assumed- was present, if not as powerful, in the house that Draco finally found out belonged to the amnesiac Harry. Harry had still no sign of memory, but Draco was planning on getting Harry to remember. It could take diving into Harry's mind, but it would be worth it.

He finally found Harry after using not magic, but listening to the people on the front porch of Harry's house. It was a poor family, that Draco could tell, at least too poor to take on a child who wasn't even theirs. Draco wondered about their motives, Dumbledore had said they were pure, but Draco was conflicted if such pureness could protect Harry for long. A mother was talking to another girl, telling her that her and her adopted son-Harry- worked too much at the little old library down the corner. Draco did not wait to hear the rest, instead racing off to the place, not wanting to waste any more time getting in contact with Harry.

Draco hesitated at the door before he walked in. If he focused, he could feel a twinge of magic, so soft muggles couldn't even be drawn to it. Draco looked down at his clothes, which were a light blue jumper with darker trousers and bluer trainers. He figured that the boy would see him as uptight if he tried too hard, which was confirmed when he found out he worked at a library. See, he was not an idiot after all, Snape! He decided to descend down a aisle after seeing that Harry wasn't manning the front register. The man that was welcomed him, and Draco tilted his head in greeting. On the shelves were the most peculiar non-moving drawings, and Draco abandoned his search in order to peer at the superheroes.

"I see you haven't seen a Spiderman comic before." Draco turned around to see a boy in a oversized shirt with a tighter vest on it with the name Harold displayed joke. Was this Harry? Draco looked down to his equally oversized jeans and trainers and back up to the green eyes obscured by wire glasses. Definitely Harry. Snape told him to look for black hair and green eyes, but it appeared he had found him first. Draco just couldn't see the scar, hidden behind long messy bangs. "Well, yes." Draco answered honestly. He watched as Harry's face turned to bewilderment, and it gave more time for Draco to study the differences in Harry's looks from his own.

"That's insane. It's Marvel." Not knowing what that was, Draco nodded. Harry was dark where Draco was light, but his eyes shone much more than Draco's usual cloudy gray ones ever could. He realized immediately that Harry was handsome, maybe even more than him, even though he hid it behind such unflattering attire. Not wanting him to leave before he could get Harry's number, he quickly looked for a way to continue the conversation. "Maybe you could explain it to me..." Draco looked back at the guy from before. "...sometime." Draco finished. He then realized that sounded awfully like flirting. Draco's face heated. Harry blushed as well, and took out a phone. "Well, I can give you my number then?" He said.

TBC -