Summary: This is not the Harry Potter story you know. Draco is OOC. Sort of. He nicer and more accepting of muggleborns. Graelam Orton is the reason for the change. Hermione is completely OOC.

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter or any affiliate characters. We just like to tweak with them.

Warning: This Male/Male Slash and very lemony. It is rated M for a reason. You've been warned.

Prologue Year One

Two days later, Graelam was still in a daze. He had received his letter from Hogwarts and his life was changing. He walked into Madame Malkin's Robe Shop and saw a scrawny boy no taller than 4 ft. 8 in. with white blonde hair, pale skin, and something else he couldn't put his finger on. At least not yet.

He walked awkwardly up to the young man and introduced himself , "Hello, my name is Graelam, Graelam Orton."

With an air of superiority the little boy offered his hand, " Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

At this Graelam couldn't help but laugh. Confused by the sudden laughter, a small blush tinted Draco's cheeks. As the conversation progressed, something just...clicked. Neither of the boys seemed to notice the tiny black haired kid with the broken glasses. Nor did they care.

Long after the strange boy left, Draco's father, a tall man with the same pale blonde hair, called to him, "Boy get over here."

Not wanting to get hurt, Draco and Graelam said their goodbyes and promised to see each other at school. Draco scurried off to catch up with his father.

Next Graelam had to get his wand. So he walked over to Ollivander's Wand Shop. Ollivander smiled and gave him the first wand. Soon the smile turned into a scowl as every wand continued to destroy his shop. As Ollivander became more and more frustrated he did the only logical thing he could think of... he threw a book at Graelam's head.

"Have you ever heard of wandless magic, because your making it obvious that I can't help you." Graelam stared at the book filled wirh blank pages.

In the hallway before the Sorting Graelam recognized a familiar face.

"Draco what's the point of the Sorting?"

Draco looked at Graelam with a look of bewilderment, "Your kidding, right?"

Graelam looked down and bit his lip, "I-I really don't know." Draco glared icily at him and quietly excused himself.

Upon hearing their conversation, a young girl with bushy brown hair introduced herself to Graelam, "Hello my name is Hermione Granger. I'm a muggleborn too! Don't worryabout the Sorting. It's painless, kind of. I'm not sure exactly but Hogwarts: A History states that it's a painless test. I've read it twice now..."

As the girl continued on, Graelam stopped paying attention and spaced out. And as the group was led into the Great Hall, Graelam didn't snap out of it until he heard Draco's name being called. He glanced up as the hat immediately declared Draco in Slytherin. While Moon and Nott were being sorted Graelam silently prayed.

"Please let me be in Slytherin. I want to be with Draco. I mean he was the first friend I made. Please, Please, Please," He sliently pleaded.

When his name was called, Graelam reluctantly made his way to the front. When the hat was placed on his head a voice started in his head. "Orton, huh? I see your exceptionally smart, and you can not use a wand, but actual sorcery. You could do wonders in Ravenclaw, my bot." Graelam, almost in tears, pleaded with the Hat, to put him in Slytherin. "Why would youa muggleborn want to be in a house that you'll surely be tortured in?" Unable to form the words he wanted to say, he weakly answered, "Because of Draco. He was my first friend here." Finally the Sorting Hat caved in and declared him in Slytherin. Graelam sighed and sat next to a blushing Draco.