First Year
It was all around the school. Everything that had happened with the Sorcerer's Stone and the gain chess game the weasel had played and even how that filthy mudblood had helped Potter get passed the potions puzzle. Draco was annoyed. No matter where he turned all he would hear was how Harry had done this or Potter had done this. It lasted for days before Malfoy got so sick of hearing it all that he had to do something about it. He stormed out of the Great Hall, grabbing the package his father had sent him that morning, and heading down to the Medical wing. Thankfully none of the Healers were around and Malfoy marched right up to the bed where Potter was lying, surrounded by a pile of gold wrappings of the gifts from his well-wishers.
"Alright Potter." Malfoy sneered "I think we both know you've milked this enough. You need to get up right this instant because I'm sick of hearing your name around every corner I turn." The pale boy didn't even stir in response. Malfoy clicked his tongue like it was foolish of a Malfoy to ever have to deal with such a problem and it was all Harry's fault that he was having to. He looked at the box of chocolate dragon eggs from Swedish that his father had sent him that morning. His parents sent him candy every week and he could never eat it all. Usually he just handed it off to Crabb or Goyle whenever he got tired of looking at it sitting in his room.
This time, however, Malfoy place the small box down among the rest of the candies and cards and flowers that littered the area around Harry's bed and left. Stomping out the door, Draco almost ran right into Professor Dumbledor in his hurry to leave. He rushed on with little more than a sneer at knowing gaze Dumbledor usually wore.
Over the next few weeks, Draco visited Harry almost every day. Each time, it was much the same. Telling Harry that he should get up and that he'd slept enough for one person. And, every time without fail, Draco would leave some kind of candy by his bedside. "So, there Potter! Enjoy my hand-me-down, unwanted candy. Potter! Wake up so I can say this to your face and you will understand." And then when the other boy didn't respond, Draco would stomp out of the room, more furious and upset than when he came in.