I left the office and kicked out in frustration. My delicate foot hit the nearest thing in range, an antique chest made of heavy, dark wood and situated in exactly the right place, right angle to get the best out of my foot. My foot connected with it painfully and I had to practice all my self control not to scream out pain and frustration. Damn you chest!

Limping heavily, I dashed down the corridor. Why when all I want to find is fresh air and an empty space of land to vent my frustration out on, Malfoy Manor turns into a maze of twists and turns on their way to insignificant places!

Why me? Why did this have to happen to the gifted and handsome Draco Malfoy? Of all people, I was given that damn assignment.

I distanced myself from that office. I distanced my self good. I didn't want to have to deal with my father for a very long time. If he came in search of me, I'd squish his smug looking expression off of his head. Better still, I'd behead him in an instant. I could almost hear the head hitting the marble tiles beneath my feet. The echoing thud as the head took its death place.

Oh, that thought was simply wonderful! I relished in it, letting it send shivers down my spine. To say the least, my father's death at the hands of myself was such an incredibly amazing thought. It felt as though I had just been named a god, had all my followers bowing down before me. I was there. I was everything to them, and then my thoughts stopped abruptly when I walked into a solid wall.

I shook my head a little, dazed and disorientated. I put a tentative, nicely manicured hand to my forehead and touched the pronounced bump protruding from my skull. DAMN IT!

Finally the Manor let me take my leave. Stupid house! Stupid father! Stupid wall! Stupid head! Stupid bump…

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale through mouth. Exhale through nose.

Oh, stuff it. I abandon the calming ritual. Nothing and I mean nothing could calm my nerves this very moment.

I ran out onto the lawn and gave an almighty cry. It vibrated the very earth beneath my feet, I tell you. Lord Voldemort has become senile, that's all I can gather. Me, the Draco Malfoy is to seduce Granger? What a disgusting thought! It's impossible! Not that she couldn't fall for me, that was of course possible, but been able to pretend to like her back so she falls in love? Impossible. It can't happen. I'm not an actor; I'm an extremely handsome boy! That's all.

I looked around the grounds hopelessly. Things couldn't possibly get any worse. I mean, I was been forced to do something by some one else. Everything was out of my control and I hated it.

But as story's go, and I unfortunately am a part of one, things do get worse. And sometimes they take the form of the most innocent of things. No, scratch that. Most repulsive things, that are so innocent it's disgusting.

A house elf had appeared beside me. Noticeably out of arm's reach. Cheeky little bugger had learnt his lesson from the last time he had rubbed me the wrong way. And no, I do not have sexual relations with House Elves you disgusting people. He burnt my prime cut fillet steak! And he had the gall to attempt to hide it from me. Stupid, little thing. I am a food critic. I know when anything is far away from been perfection. It was tough. But I did enjoy how the plate slammed into the opposing wall, showering said elf with the remains of the tough steak and the other side dishes. So… this house elf was unfortunately the receiver of my frustration. What can I say, I was hungry. And he ruined a perfect steak.

Anyway, back to this filthy, scantily clad thing that stood shaking visibly in my presence. I couldn't keep the dark smile from leaping onto my lips. "What?" I snapped, not even looking at the elf.

Surprisingly, the House Elf's shaking increased causing the elf's words to come out disfigured and to say the least as annoying as possible "M-m-m-m-aster M-m-mal –"

"Just get on with it! Don't you dare waste my time!" I sneered, releasing the irritation I felt so very strongly.

The elf seemed to attempt to compose it's self. I had no time to find out what gender it was, and frankly I didn't care. It will always be an 'it' in my opinion. I glared at it, daring it to speak. But then again, it's silence was much more infuriating. I turned away from it, and this seemed to give it the strength it needed to continue "Master Malfoy, Sir" It squeaked. Don't these things have normal voice boxes? Ouch, my ears are splinting just from the sheer pitch. The Elf gulped, obviously noticing my distaste being in it's presence "Master Malfoy requests your presence in his office."

I stared at the elf with disbelief. "Why?" I asked immediately, "I have just come from there! You think me a fool? I am not walking all the way back up there, just to be dismissed for my idiocy. Be gone! Get out of my sight!" I barked.

The elf jumped about a foot in the air at my reply. I must say I was pleased. I have a knack of been able to get the best out of these little parasites.

"But, Sir. Master Malfoy requests your presence once again. He says it is extremely important you come this instant." The elf insisted, staring at me with those stupid orb eyes. Urgh! I hate that look.

"Fine. Fine I'll go. Anything to get you out of my sight" I caved. Why of all mornings do I have to take two trips up to my father's office? That place had never been my favorite destination within this vast Manor. To say the least, I would be ecstatic if I never saw that place again. But to my dismay, it was the only place Lord Voldemort graced his presence in. Something about it been safe and secure. I'm sure Voldemort is just afraid of everything and anything. I mean, he thinks that little scab Potter is a threat!

I couldn't contain my laughter! I laughed as hard and loud as I could; it shimmered across the lawns and dispersed into silence. When I laugh it is something to behold, for it doesn't happen all that often. But sometimes my laughter can be taken as a death wish, it occurs so randomly and loudly that anyone within a hundred meter radius shivers from the effect. This elf got the brunt of it, and I thought it would possibly collapse from fear.

I dismissed the elf once again, for it had obviously not listened to my initial order. How dare it ignore my orders? It should hold its breath for them. I shrug, meh… enough of this fanciful thinking. I must get up to my father's office proto. Or I may have something more to laugh about, in a sarcastic sense of course.

I sped along the corridors ignoring the pain in my foot. It will pass. I pass the chest that had caused this pain and I death stare it, willing it to explode into flames. But since I was been called to my fathers office yet again, and my luck is completely shot at the moment, it didn't happen so I pushed it from my mind. I obviously had more important things to worry about.

The office door loomed out at me all too quickly. Time had a knack of speeding up when you were dreading something. And that is exactly what it did. Always. I hated it as much as that damn house elf who had told me of my summons.

I knocked gently on the door and I heard my father's reply of "Enter" almost immediately.

The doors swung open on their own accord. I didn't touch them of course, everything was automatic with my father. He still sat where I left him, behind his darkly lacquered desk, with claws for legs. I had always loved this piece of furniture just because of the effect it had on me. It filled me with such a dire need to escape it, I feared it. How stupid. I feared a piece of furniture.

I inclined my head to my father, Voldemort had obviously left for he was not present in the room and now I could act as I usually did. No more acting for me. No more hiding my thoughts, it was just my father. But then again, he could do what ever he liked to me. He had beaten me on several occasions and I had never fought back. I knew now that if he were to raise a hand on me I wouldn't be able to restrain myself. I may look delicate and incredibly godlike, but I could still do my own dirty business.

My father returned my greeting in a liquid movement, he gestured to a straight backed chair placed in front of his desk, requesting for me to sit.

I had never felt as small as I did now. My father knew something I did not, and he paraded this in his expression. It had darkened considerably since I had last seen him, and I knew what was to come. He was going to kick me into the battle field, even before I had a chance to gather myself together. What a heartless bitch.

"Now Draco, I am sure you recall the meeting we had just a few minutes ago with the Dark Lord" my father sneered, his bright grey eyes glinting at me in a manner I disliked. He had plans I could just see it.

I didn't even bother replying to such a pointless sentence. I just bit my tongue in frustration and waited with baited breath.

My father smiled at me, as though attempting to project some warmth into his expression. Even I could pull that off, not him though. He was too far gone in the darkness. He was lost and he would never be the person her used to be. Though, that person wasn't all that pleasant either.

"Draco, the Dark Lord has requested that your assignment start at once. Gets the ball rolling, so to speak. We received word that the initial part of the plan took place last night, the second been you accepting the assignment –"

"Admit it father, I had no choice in the matter." I snapped, looking at him darkly.

My father's expression turned sour "Of course you didn't! This is the Dark Lord, Draco! Not one of your useless cronies at school. You must respect the Dark Lords wishes, and mine for that matter. Stop been such an idiot and grow a spine! You will get nowhere if you keep expecting people to do the dirty work for you. I am not the Dark Lords right hand man because I sat back and watched, reaping the rewards. Oh no, I did things for myself and you must follow my lead!" My father snapped his grey eyes popping out a lot.

I couldn't stop staring at him. I knew I should look away, respecting my elders and all that. But I couldn't. I just can't let my eyes leave his face. He was actually proud to be in the shadows! You despicable thing! I can't express how very disappointed I am at this very moment.

If you could see my face, I guess you would see it plain as day. But since this is writing and there is no visual aid, I will be a generous person (for once, remind me why I am doing this again?) and describe it to you. I could feel my lips been bitten hard by my perfectly straight, white teeth. The blood had drained from my face, but had congregated in my cheeks so they blushed furiously. Damn these emotions! Shock and humiliation! I shouldn't have to feel them. My father was the one crawling after a man who wasn't even half human, and me, been the son of this beggar had to follow in his foot steps! What a tragedy! And I was going to give so much to the world. Ok, I lie. I wouldn't give a sickle, but at least the thought was there for that one special moment.

"I don't know what to do with you, Draco" My father stated suddenly, filling the dark silence that had come between us "I thought this is what you wanted. I thought you wanted to be successful, let alone powerful? But I guess I was wrong, maybe I shouldn't have given you this chance to prove yourself. Maybe I should have just let the Dark Lord kill you for your stupidity at the end of your 6th Year."

You can't be fucking serious! Pardon my language, but that was the biggest lot of dung I had ever heard in my life! The Dark Lord was about to kill me? I was the only one for the job! And my father knew it!

"Anyway, you are bound by your word now, my son. If you mess this up, I can not protect you. Though I don't think I would even try. These are his exact orders Draco and think yourself lucky they haven't been tampered with resulting in your death. Trust my words, it happens. So get used to it, and become vigilant!" my father spat. He had become slightly jumpy. He repeatedly looked around the room as though expecting to see some spying device attached to a wall. But, this was the Malfoy Manor and his anxiety didn't much trigger much emotion from me. Only thought that comes to mind is that he is been stupid, and overly wary. The Order of the Phoenix had become highly inactive these past few weeks because of me, there was nothing to worry about for the moment.

I held my breath, exercising my patience with everything I could give. He was certainly dragging this out. He obviously enjoyed watching me squirm. Do you see me squirming old man? Huh? I didn't think so.

A smile crossed my lips as my father continued to stare hard at me in silence. But I wasn't willing to break the quiet, I wanted it to go on forever. Being naïve to my orders was the best way to go. But I won't be naïve for long.

"Granger's parents have been taken care of. It's your turn to move in. And I mean that literally. You must make her believe you have changed sides, fled your family and the Dark Lord. You must make her think that you seek the protection of the pathetic Order of the Phoenix. Make it believable Draco, or all the Dark Lords plans are ruined." My father seethed. I saw the emotion that I couldn't put my finger on before. It was jealousy! He was jealous of me! Why? I had to put up with that Mudblood for how long? Endure her eyes staring at me with love. Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

I forced my stomach contents down long enough to ask "What of Potter and Weasel? She of course would have notified them."

My father smirked "Of course she did, but the Owls are been monitored by the Dark Lords men, no one will get any mail from Granger. And that is the way it will stay until she goes to Hogwarts. But by then, she would hopefully have forgotten of Potter and Weasley."

I spluttered at him. Even I wasn't that cruel. So I was to be the first human she comes into contact with after her loss? Of course she knew who had murdered her parents; Death Eaters weren't known to be sympathetic to those they were ordered to kill. Oh help me, this is going to be harder than I thought.

I gulped loudly and asked in a whisper "When do I leave?"

My father smirked at my obvious nerves "As soon as the house elves have finished packing your things." He replied hardly containing his excitement.

There was a soft, hesitant knock at the door and my father's smirk widened into a crazed sneer "And here is the house elf now."

I hung my head with dread. Godlike Draco Malfoy, didn't seem so godly any more hey?