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He was talking with Blaise when he saw her. His voice suddenly stammered as he tried to peep over Blaise's shoulder in a attempt to get another glimpse of her.

Blaise looked at her peculiarly. After all, No one was used to have Draco Malfoy Stammering in the middle of a sentence. She wondered if Draco was having some kind of Hormonal malady. Her eyes shown mischievously at this prospect. In her wonder she didn't acknowledge Draco as he turned away from her muttering a lame excuse. Silently he crept out of his seat and with a nonchalant air strolled down to the great oak door of the Hall. E stopped for a moment and after realizing that no one was observing him looked towards her.

She was eating her breakfast, thinking about today's lessons and the coming Gryffindor/Slytherin game. Suddenly, she felt something prickle her neck. She gave a soft "ouch" and shifted her head slightly, in order to see what had pricked her. Just when she was turning back after shooing away a grumbling mosquito when she suddenly looked up.

She instantly became aware that a pair of eyes was gazing at her. She craned her neck slightly, tilting her head upwards to get a view of the person gazing at her. She had a vague idea who could it be.

She was surprised that her heart didn't flutter at the idea that "the-person-who-had-been-liked" was gazing at her. I was kind of annoying.

She didn't felt hurt when she saw that "the-person-who-had-been-liked" was looking at someone with brown hairs, completely oblivious of what was happening outside his own little imaginative word.

She sighed a little.

She was so happy for her friend.

She turned towards her breakfast but as she was about to take a bite from the toast when she suddenly stopped, stammered and dropped the buttered toast on the napkin. Her elbow hit the butter pot.

Crash!

She blushed furiously as she hurriedly tried to clean the napkin, aware that a lot of people were looking at her. She offered a weak smile to everyone and then hung her head, cursing herself to be such foolish.

But what had caused such foolishness? After all Ginny Weasley was as accident prone as Snape is a gazebo.

After a few minutes of amused muttering and sniggering from some of the ruder people, she felt others gazing lifting from her, grouped by some other interesting matters.

Almost burying her head in her lap, she continued munching that God-awful toast.

He smiled. She looked cute. Yes, she definitely looked cute while she blushed. He watched with amusement as he saw her shaking her head repeatedly, the tip of her ears still red and she was still muttering.

A slight lump was formed in his throat. An angry expression came on his face.

He could never get her. Never. She hated him too much.

Suddenly a soft, sleazy voice spoke in the back of his mind. His body became rigid as he realized with horror what it was saying.

"Draco, I expect complete obedience from you. You are my heir and are subjected to the same responsibilities that I am. I am sure you wont fail me." In the back of his mind he saw his father looking at him expectantly, his eyes screening his soul like a hawk.

Suddenly another flashed in his mind projector.

"Listen Boy. You will never ever think of dishonoring Malfoy family. The Malfoy's don't talk to Mudbloods or Muggle Lovers. If I ever heard that a mudblood or even worse a muggle lover had been near you then you will pay for it. Do you understand?" He heard his fathers sneering voice commanding him. He remembered speaking in a frightened voice.

'Yes Father.'

He remembered the last talk his father had given him.

He had been sitting in the Hall talking with her mother when his father entered the hall. His face was grim and he meant business. He nodded at his mother as she left them alone. His father waited for her to go out before he turned towards him.

His heart was beating quickly. His father studied him with a long, icy look. He remember cringing at the very thought of it. He felt that his father was able to see his inner most thoughts. He could read his very mind and unfold dozens of secrets he kept there. It took him all his self-restraint, not to squirm and look away.

Finally his father gave him a small nod and lifted his gaze. He walked towards him, a very serious expression visible on his face.

"It seems that I have taught you well Boy." Draco choose to keep quiet.

"Answer Me boy."

"Yes, Father."

His father looked at him and gave a cold, almost venomous smile.

"So you are going back to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"Yes father."

"How prudent. Just perfect for the plan." His father seemed to be in a world of his own.

Finally he stood up and walked across towards the door, his hands fingering his gold belt as he thought about something. Draco knew that he wasn't ……so he remained at his place choosing to keep quiet.

"I have told the Dark Lord about you Draco." His father said without turning towards him.

"off course father." Draco murmured. His father heard him and turned towards him, his eyes blazing suddenly with Anger.

"Never answer if you are not asked." But suddenly his mode changed and Draco who feared a sound lashing gave a relieved sigh.

"It seems to me that you are eager to serve our Master?"

"Off course Father."

Lucius studied the face of his son with hawk like eyes.

"Then be grateful. For your time has arrived. The dark Lord has chosen you for a very important mission." He stopped momentarily suddenly becoming keenly interested in the painting of Edward James Malfoy, Draco's grandfather.

"I would be glad to serve The Dark Lord." Draco was a bit surprised that for some reason he didn't feel that he was being entirely true. But he kept on going. It was always better to agree with his father on whatever matter he was talking. But he was a bit confused. After all he would just be starting his Sixth year. How could he be any service to Dark Lord? He had enough moles in Hogwarts and he wasn't someone who could be planted as a mole.

"That must be your thinking boy if you know what is good for you." His father looked at him expectantly.

"Off course father. You have taught me well." Draco replied.

There was a long silence. His father was pacing across the room leisurely, admiring the different paintings and occasionally commenting on them followed by a monotone remark from Draco.

Suddenly his father spoke,

"I take it that you are not friend with Potter?"

Draco was a bit surprised. His father never ever brought up the name of that Blasted Potter.

"Off course Father. After my first attempt you ordered me to stay away from him."

"Oh did I." Lucius muttered.

"Our Lord has made a very cunning plan." Lucius continued.

Draco remained silent. He was used to listen to his father talking about Voldermort's plans.

"And you Draco are the main character of this plan." His father said this casually as if he expected Draco to understand what he was saying.

"Now that's new." Draco thought as he tried to weight his father's words.

"I? Father."

"Yes you. Draco. You have been appointed by the dark Lord to manipulate Harry Potter towards our side during your school year and if it doesn't happens then you will be responsible to dispose him off."

Draco gave a small gasp. His father looked at him shrewdly daring him to say anything.

"Do you understand Boy?"

"Off course I understand Father." Draco replied in a sinking tone, his head too baffled to say anything else.

"You will be allowed to use whatever resources that are available. Its up to you to think a way of Manipulating Potter. It would be suffice to say that if you are no ………then the consequences can indeed be dire." His father's tone was menacing and threatening.

Draco felt himself backing towards the back of the sofa. He was still feeling very confused. Why him?

"However, if you succeed boy, then you will be indeed be made a personal comrade of Lord and I will be his assistant." Lucius's thoughts were elsewhere. He was thinking about the day when he will be sitting next to Lord Voldermort, his rank above all other then the Dark Lord. Oh but that wasn't the end. He had plans…but they were not to be told right now.

Draco felt a cold fury rising in his chest against his father.

"Who does he think I am? Does he have no regard for me? His own son? Does he always think about himself" His feelings were disarrayed and he didn't knew what to say. So he chose the safer option.

He kept his mouth firmly shut.

"You are dismissed boy," Were the last words he heard before going out of the room. Lucius didn't know that a very flustered Draco Malfoy left the room.

Suddenly to his horror Draco felt two hot lips tugging on his own, he was aware of someone pushing against his body. He opened his eyes, stumbled, opened his eyes and realized that Zabini Blaise was kissing him in front of the whole hall.

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