What Draco Wants

JK Rowling owns it all. I just play with her toys.

Chapter 1

What Draco wants Draco always gets. Sitting alone in the compartment on the train heading back to school his usual sneer curled his lips as his eyes scanned once more over the page of the tiny and dusty book he had found this summer. What a miserable summer it had been until he found this little treasure hidden away in the back of his father's study. With his father gone there wasn't the usual bustle around the Manor. The silence of the place had driven his mother off to some place or another, probably to do more shopping. That was all the woman did anymore. So with Draco alone, save for the house elves, it was the perfect time for him to scour his father's study, a place always forbidden to him unless he was in trouble for something, which was often.

The gray of his eyes grew more stormy sitting on the train as he thought back to his discovery. He wondered if even his own father had known about it. He doubted it by the way the discovery itself was made. He was pulling out the books one by one from his father's shelf in the dark left corner of the room. His father never read books that he had ever seen. As he pulled on one particularly old, nondescript book a panel in the lower shelf popped open. It gave him such a fright as the wooden panel banged into his shins he leaped back, tripped over an armchair and landed on his rump. Shaking himself and looking around the room even though he knew he was alone, he brushed back his platinum blond hair from his eyes and stood up. He slowly made his way to the open panel and peered inside. There were many documents, books, amulets and some things he didn't know what they were laying on shelves with dust so thick he knew they must have been untouched for generations. What caught his eye was a small, red bound book with no title on the cover. As he picked it up he could feel power emanating from the thing in his thin white fingers that ran a shiver down his spine. The most evil Malfoy smile graced his thin pink lips as he slowly made his way over to the chair he had just tripped over. Flinging his long legs over one arm and resting his back along the other he opened the book and began to read.

It was an ancient spell book that so enthralled him he read it cover to cover in one sitting. The candles had gone low and when the house elves called to inquire about dinner Draco snapped at them to leave him alone and he would call the retched creatures if and when he ever needed them. The spells in the book seemed simple enough even when the book itself said some particular ingredient would be hard to come by. He knew it was easy enough now to just make a trip to Knockturn Alley and he could get anything he may need. Now all he had to do was figure out which spell in the book would be the most useful to him and how. After having read the book thoroughly he then scanned each and every spell again weighing the possibilities.

The name Potter crept into his mind time and again as it always did when he was trying to plan something such as this. How could he best Potter at something? It didn't matter what it was quidditch, magic, or how to get that smug prat down a notch a two. Beating him up, casting hexes at him, catching him in all sorts of transgressions never seemed to do anything but to get him even more praise and popularity. That was when he decided upon a spell and a companion spell called "See thine enemy" and 'Know thine advisory" It was perfect! If he could see and know what Potter was planning he surely could best him at it before Potter even had a chance.

Under the spell of what Draco now just called the "See Spell' there was a drawing of an amulet. It was large, oval shaped, much like a woman's cameo without the carving. Draco crept back to the cabinet with his wand and cast a 'lumos' charm to be able to see sense the sun had gone down hours ago. His heart about jumped out of his chest as there in a red velvet box was the very amulet he needed. The oval was black and cast no light from his wand tip. Even when he shown it directly at the surface it remained as black as a deepest, impenetrable shadow. There was delicately ornate scrolls around the outside of the oval, and a heavy silver chain clasped to the top. He carefully lifted the amulet from the box and inspected it for wear of the ages but found it was completely clear of dust and in pristine condition, unlike the other artifacts in the cupboard. He quickly hung the chain around his slim neck and slipped it under his silken midnight blue shirt. It felt cool against his skin but nothing more, no magic tingles, no bursts of foresight, nothing but the comforting heavy weight against his thin chest. He grasped it though the slippery silk and held it tightly in his fist as he made his way to the dining room for a spot of supper before going out for the evening.

His shower was quick, his hair care was not. He decided to slick it back tight to his skull as he had done in the first year. It had grown quite a bit longer now and framed his gray eyes to perfection he knew, but for tonight he did not want to be to easily spotted in Knockturn Alley. He wore just a dab of his father's expensive cologne so he knew he would smell of money and therefore get better service from the low life's who inhabited the place. He dared not use his own which had been made especially for Draco and only for Draco, a gift from his mother last Christmas. Donning on his father's black 'hiding cloak' which covered him from head to toe and then some would keep him out of sight and stop people from looking to closely.

With a small pop he apparated to a dark corner of the almost deserted, dank street unseen. He knew exactly where the apothecary was and with quick steps of his heavy black boots he made his way there just as the shop keep was closing the door. He stuck his boot inside the door jam. The rutty looking old man with his balding, stringy, long hair and pitted face smiled up at Draco with rotted teeth. The smell of fish assaulted Draco's delicate nose as the man shuddered "Sorry mate, juss closin up fer da nite" Draco cleared his throat and let his hood slide back just enough to reveal his pale thin features, his eyes showing the traditional Malfoy superiority and evil sneer "I don't think so." The old man took a step back "Yesh yesh so sorry Sir, always time fer a man o' yer distinction." "That's what I thought" said Draco as he stepped in the door. The scent of so many herbs, plants and foul things he could not identify assailed his senses as he began toward the man. Draco barked out the things that he wanted and watched with amusement as the old codger ran from jar to cupboard to gather what he needed. "This is more like it" Draco thought. He tossed a few galleons onto the counter knowing it was way to much to pay for the ingredients but would insure the shopkeeper's silence before he apparated back to the manor.

Draco closed the book in his lap and looked around the sunny compartment of the train, the knock for the food trolley had woken him from his reminiscing. He ordered a few pumpkin pasties and some juice and sense no one else was looking he allowed himself what he considered a childish treat, a chocolate frog. Once inside the compartment again he opened the frog at once and devoured it before anyone could catch him. Without even looking at the card inside he tossed it out into the hallway to be rid of the evidence that Draco Malfoy would stoop to such a common thing. He smiled up at his trunk in the over head compartment and patted the side with a loving caress with his left hand, the white of his skin seemed alabaster against the blackness of the trunk. His eyes gazed out at the passing country side as his right hand reached up to his chest and clutched the amulet he had not taken off sense that first time he placed it around his neck. He needed just three more things to complete his spell, three things that would have to come from Potter himself. He was not sure exactly how go about acquiring them but he knew the opportunity would arise all in good time.