Draco Had a Mission
Draco Had A Mission. A bloody important Mission, commissioned by the great Dark Lord Himself, of taking out Dumbledore and leading a battalion of his fellow Death Eaters into this god-awful school thus finally proving to his father, to Potter, to his teachers, to his house-mates, to everyone that he was more than just talk.
Because he was.
He really was.
And once he had done it, everyone would finally see what a genius he was, because the plan was a particularly ingenious stroke of genius, if he does say so himself. Even his father couldn't have thought of it, who, now that we're on the subject of him, Draco would rescue right after he got rid of Dumbledore and raided the school. He would fly as fast as light on Potter's Firebolt (which he would have stolen in the process) to Azkaban. Draco could see himself walking through the corridors, Dementors skulking out of his path until he got to his father's cell. Breaking open the lock, there would be his father, standing distinguished in the moonlight, with not a hair out of place, smirking, no, smiling proudly. Father would put a hand on his shoulder and Mother's eyes would be shining with unshed tears of joy and pride and love and…
…she would be happy. Like she hasn't been happy in absolutely ages. Because Dad was in Azkaban. Because of Potter.
Draco hated Harry Potter more than he'd ever hated anybody in his life.
He often indulged in fantasies like that. Where his family were all together again, where his father would be proud of him, where he excelled at everything, anything he did. However, the fantasies he had most were the ones where he would hurt Potter, mock, beat, curse, hex, jinx, and humiliate him. Destroy him.
One of Draco's favourite fantasies involving Potter was where Draco could cast the Imperious Curse on him and make him do all these ridiculous things like dancing like a chicken or putting on drag or something. And say stupid things, like telling all his annoying Gryffindor friends that he hates them and calling Draco 'master'. That would be amazing. But the best thing would be that it would only be Draco who could imperio Potter, anyone else's would just be thrown off like normal. Only Draco would have the power to control Potter.
It gave him tingles just thinking about it.
In reality though, Potter was really starting to get in the way. Like on the train, when Potter snuck into his compartment. Draco was already annoyed by that time because of stupid Slughorn and his stupid 'Slug Club' (why in hell could Longbottom and Girl Weasley get in?? Slughorn probably wants to get into her pants, the pervert.) and Zabini's attitude! That little prick seemed to have felt like he had one over Draco just because Zabini had a whore and a gold digger of a mother who Slughorn thought was famous enough for Zabini to join. God, what a jerk. Obviously, after that Draco had to put him in his place, no matter if Potter was there. No, Especially, because Potter was there.
Why was that?
Well…well, obviously it was because Draco couldn't let Potter see any sort of chink in his armour, especially since the war had started and his role was getting increasingly bigger in it. And there was no way on this planet that Draco was going to let Potter see any weakness of any form.
In hindsight though, talking about his Mission was a big mistake. Even talking to his housemates about it probably wasn't wise, but at least now they'll get out of his face when he was busy and Crabbe and Goyle would help when necessary. Not that they wouldn't have in the first place. But letting Potter, one of the biggest figures in the enemy, know was probably one of the stupidest things Draco could have possibly done. Potter now had all his attention onto Draco, trying to monitor every little action, word, of Draco's, every flicker of his eyelashes even. Potter followed him, stalked him, does anything to know what Draco was up to.
Draco should be scared.
He wasn't.
He was loving every fucking minute of it.