Hello! For you who don't know me, I'm Goldenstar555, avid Harry Potter fanfic reader and previous Digimon ff writer. Here's my first attempt at a HP story. This is only a short little beginning. It's about Draco, and well, you'll see what happens… ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the character in this fic, ya di ya da.

Also, I have read all the books twice and seen the movies many times, but except for the new movie that all happened years ago, so occasionally, some little detail might not be true to the book, but I'll try not to have that happen :)

The ID

Chapter 1 Scum

Draco Malfoy sat silently in the last unoccupied seat at the bar in The Three Broomsticks. He twisted the short strands of his platinum blond that lay under the black hat, which concealed his identity. Draco was tired, hungry, lonely, and all the other unpleasant emotions that he could think of, which were quite a lot. The only thing he wanted to do now was to get drunk.

Draco motioned to the attractive witch behind the bar.

"Hey there handsome."

"Give me the strongest drink you got," said Draco uninterested. He was used to having women throw themselves at him. He was 17, young, quick witted, and had inherited the Malfoy good looks. If it hadn't been for the incident, he probably would have found himself Witch Weekly's Bachelor of the Month, before he turned 20.

"Is that all you want?" asked the lusty witch, flipping her long blond hair before moving closer to him.

Draco gave the woman a second glance. She had a nice body, and curves that he couldn't help but long to hold. For a moment, he imagined himself touching her full lips, and then slipping off with her into some secluded storeroom for the night, but he knew he couldn't. He had enough to deal with already.

"Yes," replied Draco.

She looked resentful at his refusal, but then turned to make his drink.

"Oh and no more questions," said Draco, who reached into his long black wool coat and threw a couple of gold galleons on the table.

The witch smiled and nodded, scooped up the money and went back to business.

"Wow, you're loaded fella," said the intoxicated mid aged wizard seated next to Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes and said nothing, and thankfully the man returned to his drink. Draco knew he shouldn't be throwing his money around. He actually had so little of it left that he really couldn't afford it, if he didn't want to spend the next month out on the street. Being careless with his wealth was another Malfoy trait he had inherited. 'But it didn't matter anymore,' thought Draco to himself, 'The Malfoy line is dead.'

He was right. The incident had cause each of them to receive either a sudden death by Aurors, or a slow one in Azcaban. Draco himself was presumed missing, and most either believed or wished that he was dead.

It was Potter's fault. Him and his miserable bunch of friends, they were the ones that caused all this. They were the ones that ruined his family's name. Draco scowled. It was August Twentieth. In a few days they would all be returning to Hogwarts, while Draco was left trying to survive in exile.

Draco turned to face the wall. He didn't know whether he wanted to cry or slam his fist into the skull of the drunken man next to him. His life was ruined. He could have had it all.

He turned back when he heard the clink of a glass being put on the counter. The witch was back. "Here ya go, a Demon's Drought, you'll feel this in the morning."

Draco nodded slowly. He welcomed the pain of the drink more than the pain that accompanied his now joke of a life. Draco was a little surprised though, when the witch leaned back closer to him. He thought he had paid her off, but he was in for a shock when she whispered, "I never thought you'd be one for a drink… Harry."

"Harry?" questioned a confused Draco.

"Yes. I guess you must have graduated from your butterbeer days. I knew it was you ever since you walked in, and it wasn't just me. Many other customers asked if you were the boy that lived, but I said you weren't. You're no boy in my eyes."

Draco remained calm as she cupped her hands around the back of Draco's head and leaned in as far as she could her nose touch his cheek. "Come on baby, take me home, and show me that scar of yours."

It was an offer Draco knew he couldn't accept, but still it greatly intrigued him. 'She thinks I'm Harry Potter. They all think I'm Harry Potter.'

Being compared to Harry Potter wasn't as much of an insult to Draco as would have been in earlier days, since Potter had grown and matured, and was now another very hot item. It was Potter's decision to get contacts, which made the confusion of him and Draco a little more understandable. Even though, Potter's emerald eyes were no match for the deep gray ones that Draco possessed, but it would be easy for someone who hadn't know them personally to not realize this fact. And since his signature hair was concealed under his black hat, Draco thought that maybe he could actually see the resemblance himself in the bar mirror. The only thing that set them apart was the scar, something Draco didn't obviously have.

"What da ya say?" asked the woman, waiting for Draco's response.

"Sorry," said Draco, "I don't take home bar whores."

The anger appeared immediately in the woman's face as she recoiled back from him. "If you hadn't paid me so much, I would throw this drink right in your face."

"Well it's good to know I didn't waste my money," replied Draco coolly, "but I think I'll be off now anyways."

"Yes be off with you," said the enraged witch.

Draco took a sip of his drink and then tapped the wizard next to him on the shoulder. "Maybe this fellow over hear would like to take you up on your offer, though I'm sure you could find someone else yourself anyways. Goodnight."

And with that Draco got up and walked towards the door.

"Waz that all about," questioned the now heavily inebriated wizard.

"That was that the biggest piece of scum on Earth. Harry Potter."

'You've got that right lady,' thought Draco as he overheard her last few words. He opened the door of The Three Broomsticks and stepped out onto the street. 'Hello world, meet the new Harry Potter.'

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Hey, it's a beginning. I'll try to write more soon. Please review, if ya like this. Happy reviews make me want to write faster :)

And really, I've just touched the surface of the plot. Things will become clearer in the next chapter.

~Goldenstar555