Well, since I'm rereading it, and my friend's kinda convincing me to, I decided to write a Harry Potter fanfic. It's my first one, so I guess…Don't expect too much of it. XD I tried to do something a bit close to what COULD be happening. Sorry if he's WAY too OOC.
The boy just didn't listen, and it pissed him off.
That day, when they met, before their first year, a thousand images flashed in Draco's mind of what could be, some filling him with a fair amount of shame. He would definitely not admit this to his father, of course.
Even if the boy seemed too awkward, too amazed by magic to be a pureblood, Draco couldn't deny the feelings rushing through him, his thoughts at a million miles an hour. He simply kept that thought locked inside, not planning on mentioning anything. He just did his best to keep that thought out of his mind—forever. As long as he was in Slytherin, that couldn't matter, now could it? He could lie to his father, say he was an illegitamite Weasley—there were so many, even his father couldn't keep track, anyway. They may have been as close as you could get to filth, being pureblood, but it was still better than having a Muggle parent, a belief his father had made sure he passed on to Draco.
But no, the damn boy denied everything he said, refused to be in Slytherin, and had even mocked him on the train. Yes, unintentionally, but it stung nonetheless.
It was too late; the boy had his mind made up by then, and no amount of manipulation could force him to submit.
And so, all the possibilities in his mind that say shattered, all at once, before his eyes. It was the worst pain he'd ever felt. He'd been denied before, rejected before, but never this painfully. Never like this.
And so, though he knew he'd already fallen, though he knew it was impossible, Draco forced himself to hate the boy.
Yeah, sorry if it's kinda weird. Let me know how I did?