Unexpected complications
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing / Ship: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy / Drarry
Time: Hogwarts
Age limit: T
Summary:
"Become friends with Potter and hand him over after you have his trust"
That had been the plan.
Though that seemed to become more difficult with every minute Draco spent in the Gryffindor's company
Disclaimer: All to J. K. Rowling.
Draco had spent most of the time that was left before he would go to Hogwarts with thinking about how he might win Potter, no, Harry over.
He took a quill and a parchment and began writing.
Impress him somehow
Get his attention without fighting with him
Be civil with the Bloodtraitor and the Mudblood
Draco shivered at that thought though figured that he had to use a lot of acting skills since the boy who lived wouldn't trust him even a bit if he acted like he usually did.
The blond then continued writing:
Apologi
The male shook his head. No. Anything but that. He drew a line through the word, not even wanting to think about apologizing to Harry Potter.
4. Apologi
Ask for a second chance
The thought was almost as disgusting as apologizing though since Draco was rather intelligent; he knew that it was necessary.
After staring at the list that already seemed to be his downfall, he lay down and closed his eyes. He actually hated this plan by now though of course would act it out, not wanting his mother to get into trouble.
Draco put his things back into his already packed trunk.
He would leave for Hogwarts tomorrow and his plan started the minute that he would get onto the huge train.
The next morning, Draco woke up and stretched, then looked at the time and sighed. He'd have to stand up now and soon he would be a completely different person.
The blond dressed and looked at himself, the typical Slytherin school robes thrown over his usual ones. He relaxed his features, trying to form a smile that looked anything but evil and disdainful though he wasn't quite sure if he managed. He was a Malfoy after all and those rather weren't known for their warm and heartfelt smiles. In fact, the only warm smile he had ever seen when it came to the Malfoy family was the one his mother would direct at him when she knew that nobody was there.
Draco went downstairs towards the dining room where his breakfast already stood, a huge meal prepared by the just as great amount of house elves that the Malfoys were holding. The young man knew that he also would have to refrain from any comments about the in his eyes rather pathetic creatures that since that would anger Hermione the most though also Harry and he couldn't have that happening.
The blond began eating a slice of toast, looking around in the room that he had eaten in since he was only a small child.
The room was held in light colours. The walls were white, flower patterns painted on them. It was one of the few rooms that Narcissa had decorated, not Lucius which was why it looked this happy. Most of the rooms in the manor looked rather dark and intimidating for anyone who never had been in a pureblood household before, blood traitors not counting, of course.
After having finished his meal, Draco stood up and walked towards his mother's chambers, knocking onto the door. He politely waited for the allowance to enter and stepped in, looking at his mother who sat at her desk, writing something, probably a letter.
The woman looked up and at her son, that rare smile coming to her lips as she saw who the visitor was. "Draco, my dear." She simply greeted and Draco knew everything that was implied in those three words.
He sat down onto the chair that stood right next to her, a beautiful one, decorated with gold and silver patterns that graced the smooth surface of it, then started talking rather quietly.
"I need your… I need you to show me a few ways to keep my temper, mother" he said, knowing that his mother was the one he would be able to learn that from, not his father.
Narcissa Malfoy was able to hold her temper despite seeing her husband kneeling in the dirt and basically selling their only son to a complete maniac that could kill them all in a split second had he decided they weren't useful anymore. Not to forget that Lucius Malfoy managed to be the one that always messed up, which wasn't the best way to help their family's condition either.
To Draco, Narcissa was the one and only person that would be able to teach him, especially since his father was one of the most short-tempered persons Draco had ever met.
Narcissa Malfoy smiled, this time in a strict manner, her lips only a thin line as she nodded courtly "I shall do so." She said and looked Draco in the eyes, then began her lecture.
Draco sighed in content as he left the room they had been in, now knowing exactly what he'd have to do. It had been the right decision to go to his mother for those teachings though they hadn't been able to go through all points he needed since Draco had to leave to the station.
Since his fourth year, Draco would always go to the train alone, his father not wanting to accompany which meant that his mother wasn't allowed to either, that having angered the woman though she knew that especially this year, it would be necessary for Draco to go alone so that it would be easier for him to begin his mission.
Draco went outside of the Manor, looking up at the blue sky, watching the few white clouds that could be seen.
He then closed his eyes and apparated himself to Kings Cross station, his luggage with him as he stepped through the Muggles that were running all over the place, his expression emotionless instead of disgusted as he usually would look, passing those idiots that were obviously too dumb to study such a marvellous subject as magic.
Making sure that nobody saw him of course, the blond ran through the brick wall between the platforms nine and ten, finding himself on the hidden platform where the train to Hogwarts would depart, platform nine three quarters.
He looked around and there was he already.
His prey.
Harry Potter.