He always gets what he wants.
Draco was always heir to the Malfoy bloodline the moment he was born. It meant he got almost anything he wanted. He was supposed to no ends and his father taught him of their superiority to others.
They were better. They were richer. They had more status and power than other Purebloods did.
Draco had always used it to his advantage. He used his title as heir to get what he wanted. He used his father's money to get new brooms for his best friends Crabbe and Goyle when they were all eight. He used his status as a Malfoy to befriend alot of purebloods.
He was granted the excitement of getting three seperate invitations to join all of the top three schools in Wizard history. He was granted the pleasure of knowing that and held it over everyone else that he was so extraordinary that he had gotten letters from all three of the schools. His parents wanted him to go to Hogwarts, the greatest Wizarding school in all of history.
He always wanted to please his parents, his father was his idol and he loved his mother more than anything in the world. He had their love and in return to keep it he did as asked. He was disappointed he couldn't attend Beauxbutons however, it seemed like he would never be able to. Father said it was to squeamish for a Malfoy and therefore he wouldn't even think of accepting the letter. Draco tossed it right out the second day after it came.
His first ever wish?
It was to befriend the most powerful being in all of history. The most powerful child out there just around his age that defeated the dark lord as just a baby. Draco practically worshipped him on a daily basis, much to his father's displeasure.
So Draco made it his mission when he heard that the Harry Potter was on the Hogwarts Express, to find him and make him his friend.
He found him in the halls while professor McGonagall was speaking. He would never admit it to his own soul but Harry Potter was the most angelic sight to be seen. He fell in love with him the moment he saw those pesky emerald eyes. He nearly fainted on spot, but he was a Malfoy and such was beneath him. So he offered a hand and waited for the boy to accept it.
He smacked his hand away and Draco was left dumbfounded on the steps because Harry had rejected him. It was strange because he always got what he wanted. If he wanted his father to take him to the ministry even if it was forbidden from bringing children he'd get it. If he wanted his mother to smile and sing to him even if it was unbecoming of a Malfoy he still got it. If he wanted to Marry a boy he would, though his father would still pick him a bride until he found someone suitable enough to have as a secret lover.
If He wanted to be friends with Harry Potter he would be friends with Harry Potter.
It was the first time he didn't get what he wanted.
It was the second time he made a Promise. And that promise was that Harry Potter was now and forever his sworn rival.
From then on he made it his life's mission to ruin the boy who got everything he could ever dream of. He tormented him by playing pranks. He got him in trouble by following his lot around and telling the teachers when they were doing something against the rules. He tormented his friends, called Granger a stupid Mudblood and Weasley a Blood traitor. It wasn't fair that they got to be friends with Harry while he didn't get to be.
After that Draco slowly noticed his control slipping. Sometimes he would do undignified things just to get his attention He sat in a tree in fourth year until Harry came close enough he could tease him . He ended up crying in moaning myrtles bathroom because he was overwhelmed in sixth year. He stalked Harry relentlessly in fifth year and although nobody would ever say it, The slytherins he was close to knew he was in for to deep now to be pulled out. He fell in love with Harry Potter in Second year when he defeated the basilisk.
He'd opened the chamber of secrets! He was only twelve and he knew Parseltongue! He defeated a version of the dark lord that not even He knew of! Though he did know that it was his father's book. It was quite obvious.
Pansy teased him relentlessly about it in sixth year. He shot everything she said down with a glare, sneer and rotten words.
Draco confessed his feelings to himself in fifth year. But his charade was to be kept up, if anybody, especially his father now that Lord voldemort was back, knew that he had been in love with Harry Potter, Draco would never get to see his beautiful emerald eyes again.
Draco always got what he wanted until fourth year. He was fourteen and he was watching with so much excitement coursing through him he couldn't sit still. Even though he made those stupid badges for Diggory he was rooting for Harry to win. He always rooted for Harry. Then flashes of red light lit up the sky once, twice, but never a third. It had been a horrifying thought that maybe Harry wouldn't make it out of this one.
Heard the screams in the distance, the crowd of bodies around him slowed to a stop the moment a flash of bright white lit up the yard. Then Harry crouched there screaming about his return and how Voldemort killed Cedric. Draco could have cared less about the dead boy. The only thing that seemed to hurt him and bring him the harsh truth of reality was when he saw the blood on Harry's face and arms and the look of pure unbridled terror in his eyes.
He was never the same after that. He noticed that Harry had always had a way of making him do stupid things and bring the harsh truth of reality Draco just never wanted to see. He noticed how his father, who he used to idolized sold him to the Dark lord to take the mark at sixteen. He felt so utterly betrayed. He watched as his mother, helpless to stop it, steeled herself with glazed eyes and a far away look and he wanted to scream.
Scream loud and clear. Making his words echo. Look at me. Don't leave me by myself. Don't make me do this alone.
But his mother was gone by the time his mark had been inked into his skin. Then he found her in his room staring at his bed with that far away look and ignored her as she cried into his shirt that night. He hated his father. He hated that he just threw him to the wolves in order to save his own life.
Draco sooner felt what it was like to betray another life to save one you loved and cherished more than anything. His father was a selfish man but he had his reasons and although Draco hated him, he was the only person who knew what it felt like to live through the horrors Draco currently was. His mother wasn't allowed around Voldemort. His mother was always safely hidden somewhere and she was a ghost amongst the manor.
He guessed that he felt fine with it he understood it.
The third time he begged the stars to aline and make his wishes come true that Harry was safe was when he appeared in his manor.
Draco was in his room, he had been frantically searching through his belongings, searching for something he couldn't remember. A locket of some kind a ring or crown or something. It belonged to his second Godfather Regulus Black. He was in desperate need to find it before anybody else. It was quite litterally the only thing he had ever had before that was his own. His body didn't feel like his anymore, not with the serpent running up his arms and the skull tattooed behind his very eyelids everytime he closed them. It was such a horror.
There was ring that belonged to his Godfather, a ring with the crest of the black family emblem on it. Inside of it was a message one Draco had forgotten until now. One he never understood. It was left to him in the will, only him. He never understood why. He was just glad to have something cool from his dead relative. But Draco understood his story more than anybody else ever did now.
Bellatrix had barged into his room and gripped him by the arm. He forced himself not to flinch but it was a very futile attempt as he did so. She didn't even bat an eye only she dragged him from his room to the overly large room where the three people he'd never expected to see were held. He felt his blood drain as he spotted Harry. His face all mushy and bubbled up a futile attempt to make himself unrecognizable. Draco could recognize him anywhere.
His panic rose to degrees unimaginable when he thought about how it happened. Did they do that to him? Did they hurt Harry? Were they going to kill him now? Why was he here? Were they going to make him kill Harry?
Bellatrix looked at him with magical glee in her eyes as she held him just few feet away from Harry and pointed and asked: "Is that Harry Potter?"
Draco knew from the panicked look in his eyes that Harry knew what he did. And for a second he felt relief wash over him at the knowledge that no, they weren't going to make him kill Harry. They didn't even know it was him. Granger tried to say something but One of their lackeys shut her up with a back hand to the face and the Weasley boy ended up almost breaking his restraints. The two were knocked unconscious and taken to the dungeons.
Then there were eyes on him expectantly. Watching over him eagerly waiting for his response and he shook off his aunts arm to step forward. He crouched down and held his hand away from Harry's face just and inch before he gently swiped the hair in his face to the side. Nobody could see what he was doing, nobody but his mother who watched with a knowing twinkle in her eyes but said nothing.
Draco saw the way the boy looked utterly conflicted and for a moment he let the fears melt away because Harry Potter always had a way of making him do stupid fucking shit. His face molded into a fond soft smile and then he steeled himself and pulled back abruptly before shaking his head vehemently.
"No." He said then clearer and louder again. "I can't be sure but it doesn't look like him." His aunt chided him softly asking him to just look again to be absolutely positive.
Draco sneered and then rounded on her and pointed at his mother.
"My mother knows me better than anyone. She knows that I would know who it is better than anyone else. I said it's not and I don't believe it's him. Your going to question my word when you've never seen his face before? Ive spent six years with that boy i think I would know what he looks like off of instinct alone." It was the first time he defied his father
The first time he stood up and said this is what I truly want, while he understood what it meant to have it. He had prayed that night to muggle God's and Merlin that the Spell cast on Harry would be intact by the time Draco and his mother got him out. It was.
Draco gave Harry the wands when he escaped the bonds the next morning while they were calling the dark lord. He watched as Bellatrix screamed in rage and threw a dagger at Dobby. He watched the elf he'd grew up with get stabbed by it before they disappeared.
Draco felt no remorse for it. Just like he felt no remorse when Cedric died. He felt slightly guilty, like maybe he could have done a little bit to try and help the elf who he'd grown up with but he didn't let it overwhelm him. He found then that he thought he might understand his father's motives when he handed Draco over. Draco couldn't be anymore upset about it than he was about Dobbys death.
Draco prayed to the stars that Harry was alrght then too. He prayed to his star and every other star that had a hand in keeping Harry safe. Draco ended up in confinement for his instincts being wrong. Nobody believed he'd betrayed them but they were frustrated and Draco had a hand in getting them free even if they didn't know so he was punished for it.
Draco didn’t see Harry again. He was sent back to school, away from home. Away from the dark lord but into the hoards of students who torched the muggleborns for fun. It was sickening to watch. Crabbe and Goyle his two most loyal friends ignored it much like Draco did. Blaise and Pansy however didn't have the good graces of being up in Voldemorts top deatheater spys for that. Draco didn't have to harm muggleborns he did that on raids so it wasn't uncommon for him to ignore it at school. Pansy and Blaise didn't have that luxury, so they were forced their hands and tortured the muggles for 'fun'.
Snape ran the school and that was the only plus side to the whole thing. Snape made sure he wasn't in trouble most of the time. He still promised it to his mother.
It wasn't until later that Draco saw him again. Fierce and unwavering standing up against the crowd of teachers and their newly appointed headmaster. Draco was very conflicted when ginny grabbed his hand and stood there at his side unwavering. He felt his heart crack the largest it had ever had before that he couldn't stand there and show Harry he was on his side. Draco would rather be caught dead than betray his mother. She and Harry were pretty much the only reasons he was alive. But his mother he had known his whole life and while he trusted his father to take care of her he didn't trust his father to not let her get hurt and defend her when she did.
Harry.. Harry was the savior of the world and Draco would protect him against anything but he was frozen to the spot and thinking about how much it hurt to see Ginnys hand in his and why he should stay with his mother because of it.
Pain was a constant after fourth year he just never thought that Harry had anybody he was as obsessed with as Draco was with him.
Dracos first wish?
Was to befriend the most powerful being in all of the Wizard world. He did. After six years and half of seventh Draco managed to befriend Harry Potter.
It was after the accident in the room of requirement. Harry asked him why he did what he did. Draco told him he didn't know what he was talking about and turned back around to converse with his friends. Crabbe got upset about Harry, apparently he wasn't as loyal as Draco had thought he was to him because he tried to attack him. Neither one of them ever understood his obsession with Harry Potter. Funnily enough Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini did.
Something caught fire when he sent the fiendfyre spell towards Harry. Draco had just barely been able to knock his hand in a different direction before it hit. He watched the panick in Harry's eyes yet again and felt himself back in the manor and he could see it the questions. Why? why? why?
Draco didn't answer them he only stops, frozen in horror as the fire took shape and Harry darted down the path in the opposite direction he was. His thoughts spiraled as the flames started to engulf the room. Scrambling to get up to high ground when he couldn't get past the fire. Only three thoughts were in his head playing on loop.
Was this the last time he was going to see Harry again?
Was he going to die here?
He should have told Harry he loved him.
It was that thought alone that brought him back to the present. His arms wrapped tightly around Harry's waist as they flew above the flames to stay out of them. He was holding onto the boy for dear life and Weasley and Granger and Crabbe were already behind them. The door in front of them slammed opened and Harry and Draco were the first out. He couldn't slow down, not with how fast they had been going and they ended up immediately turning the broom and the two of them toppling away from the door down the hall in a heap of limbs.
Draco was admittedly terrified and he continued to hold Harry's collar in a death grip while he was having his panick attack. When the entire thing wore off Harry was staring at him confused and bewildered and worried.
Granger was consoling a frozen Crabbe who was sobbing and Weasley was trying his hardest not to be freaked out by the whole thing. He was failing and kept glancing at the wall where the door was, frightened.
Draco had jumped off Harry scrambling back and almost standing before his wrist was grabbed and he crumbled back down. He met the eyes that haunted him nearly every day. The eyes that belonged to a man who knew just how to ruin his life without even trying and make it all better with a smile.
"Why?" It was the only thing he seemed to be able to get out. And Draco stared. Silver locked on Emerald and with his throat dry and his heart pounding in his chest and his brain not working he said:
"Because I love you."
And Draco always gets what he wants.
So he got Harry. It had been so frightening to admit his feelings after such a horrible accident. Draco felt sadness for Crabbe because he was there and Goyle wasn't and even if nobody ever thought about it Crabbe and Goyle were two of the same.
He felt terror for what he witnessed throughout his life with the dark mark.
He felt scared because Harry was staring at him with wide wild eyes and he wasn't breathing. And then— Then he kissed him. And Draco would never admit it but he felt his soul sing and rise from his body. Harry pulled away seconds later, almost out of breath and laughing.
It wasn't funny, none of this was and it wasn't relieving either but Draco felt himself laughing too.