*I apologize in advance for any grammatical mistakes. This is my first fic, ever.

**I don't have a beta so please if anyone is willing to help me beta the next chapters. Also please review; or I probably won't have any motivation to continue.

***Some characters belong to J. and some belong to the creators of Smallville. The rest are mine. I did not put this in the Crossovers section because the main pairing will still be HPDM.

The boy (though he insists that he should now be called a man) entered the classroom warily. He never normally felt anything but confidence, but today was an exception. He was the new kid in school, and that wasn't a familiar experience. Furthermore, he was only entering at the second year of High school, a sophomore instead of a freshman. He didn't know anyone here, while everybody else had already settled into their groups for the rest of high school. A foreigner among friends.

He was dressed impeccably; in a simple black V-neck that the trained eye could see was either Dior or some other expensive brand name, and a pair of skinny grey jeans that looked to be equally as expensive. His hair was short and spiky, with an intentionally messy look.

The girls drooled. This was the man of their dreams. Even the usually cynical Emo and Goth girls (and one boy at the back of the class) blushed. The other boys gritted their teeth and tried not to say anything that would get them in trouble.

"Oh I'm sorry but I think you've got the wrong place. We're a high school, not the local gay spa. Now run along now faggot, we normal people have class now." A large boy in a football jacket mocked him from the back of the class, not being able to resist. His tone was bitter and cruel, sounding as if he was just a few seconds away from tearing the new kid apart limb from limb. He'd seen the way his girlfriend had looked at the platinum blonde boy.

The new kid blushed a bit before regaining his composure, putting on a sneer every bit as cold as the one thrown at him. "I'm sure you'd like to introduce me to some of those 'gay spas' you obviously frequent, but I'm very sorry to tell you that I don't shag obvious arseholes and dunderheads like you. Just because I actually know how to dress myself doesn't mean I'm a fag, and you have no right to lash out at me; though I don't suppose your tiny brain could actually control the oversized gorilla it resides in." The girls started giggling uncontrollably. He had an English accent, and seemed to be quite witty and charming. There was no possible way anyone could be more perfect.

"Now, now class settle down," their teacher drawled, in a slightly different version of the English accent. "This young man is Draco Malfoy, an exchange student from England. Introduce yourself boy."

The English boy looked at him with a curious glance, a feeling of déjà vu nagging at the back of his mind. He was pretty sure he had met this man before, and just didn't know when or where. Deciding to let the matter go, he proceeded to throw his most charming smile at the class, "Good morning. I'm Draco Malfoy." When it didn't seem like the boy was going to continue, their teacher cleared his throat and continued.

"Well then Mr. Malfoy, please take your seat. I'm professor Snape. I shall be your homeroom and Chemistry teacher. You are to report here every morning at 8 am sharp. And don't be late." Snape stretched the last three words extra slowly, expressing his point.

Draco shrugged and moved to an empty seat by the window, winking at the seething jock's girlfriend on the way there. She kept on staring at him after that, when she thought he wasn't looking. It was starting to get a bit annoying when he felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around, smiling at a perky brunette girl who was sitting right behind him.

"Hey, I'm Alicia." The girl smiled at him, her teeth showing. She was cute, her skin tan with dimples on both cheeks. However, her hair looked like she had taken a very bad tip from Professor Snape. They were both very greasy and didn't look as if it'd been washed recently. She stuck out her hand and Draco took it, smiling at her. He decided that he didn't much like her, she seeming like one of those really annoying wannabe types, but he might as well be polite.

The boy regretted it immediately. The crazy girl just wouldn't stop yapping away! It didn't matter how many hints he kept throwing her way, she just wouldn't shut up. Draco breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the bell ring, believing his torture to be over. He didn't bring anything but a pen in his pocket this first day, so all he had to do was jump up and run, muttering a soft apology as he ran.

His first classes for the day were an hour of calculus and an hour of Chemistry with Snape. Alicia was nowhere to be found, which was a relief. She probably didn't have enough brains to take either of those two subjects. The girls in the class were much better, but he could see that they too wanted him. It filled him with mixed feelings of confidence and pride, with the feeling of being a free crab in a fish market.

The canteen was packed with people. Draco tried to calm himself while he waited in line for his food. It turns out he didn't have to, because right then Alicia ran up to him, handing him a tray already laden with food and led him to a table. He didn't want to endure another hour or so of her ranting about stupid rumors on who was sleeping with who—he didn't even recognize any of the people she was talking about—but he didn't want to seem too stuck-up. It was still his first day after all, and he had all the time in the world to be making enemies.

Alicia had led him to a table with 7 other people. There were 5 guys and 2 girls. They were dressed in clothes that looked just as expensive as the ones on his back, albeit with less class and style. They looked like a bunch of wannabe rich kids. Draco sighed; this was not going to be pleasant. When he entered the school he was afraid he wouldn't get any friends. Now he was afraid he'd be stuck with this group for the rest of his teenage life.

Introductions were made. The boys were Christopher, Carlisle, Blaise, Julian, and Edbert. The girls were Jane, Tiffany and of course Alicia. Draco probably wasn't going to remember any of their names, but he nodded to them in turn as they were being introduced to him. Alicia said there was usually another girl called Sasha, but she was currently out of town visiting her aunt in Paris.

"Oh, Blaise is from the England too btw," Draco raised an eyebrow at this.

"What part of England are you from?"

"London."

"Me too." They didn't say much after that, but Draco paid more attention to him now. They might actually have something in common. The other boy had dark skin, so dark it was almost black. He reminded Draco of dark chocolate, smooth and bitter.

They started quizzing him about his favorite brands, but he just looked at them with a confused look on his face, "What are you guys talking about?"

"Draco come on, you know very well what we're talking about. Stop acting all ignorant and help me convince this idiot that Armani is clearly better than Dior." One of the Asian kids piped up. He was skinny, weird for someone who seemed to be so wealthy.

"Are we talking about clothes? Because I don't know anything about them, my mother hired a stylist. He takes care of my entire wardrobe."

"You're such a retard. How could you let someone else dress you?" It was another Asian kid, this one just as skinny as the first, but with a flat nose that made him look even more pompous somehow. Draco instantly disliked this boy and lost his temper.

"Well, at least he doesn't let me come to school in the tacky things you call clothes. A plaid vest, seriously? You look like you belong with the nerds in AV"

"This fucking vest cost me a few hundred dollars, you asshole. You clearly have no eye for fashion at all."

Draco rolled his eyes at that, and dug in to mashed potatoes. It tasted horrible, thick and gooey and tasteless. He swore never to stay in school during the hour or so of lunch ever again.

The conversation continued without him for the next half hour, Draco pretending to be concentrating on his food. It only took him a few minutes of staring at the soggy muck, before he pushed it aside, all his appetite gone. He decided to just eat the apple and nothing else for the day.

Looking up, he noticed a pair of dark eyes staring at him. It was Blaise. Feeling uncomfortable, Draco got up and was just about to leave when Tiffany (a perky, annoying, skinny Asian girl) gasped, pointing at Draco's arm.

"Draco, oh My GOD. What is that?"

Draco looked down at his arm, at the tattoo of a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth, forming a figure-8. He shrugged. "Just something I got when I was super high"

The other kids nodded their heads as if in understanding, although a few gazed in Blaise's direction. The dark boy sighed and pulled up his long-sleeved cardigan to reveal the exact same tattoo.

Draco's mouth opened in shock, and he nearly stumbled over the chair as he made to leave the table, "I-I have to go." Giving one last look back, he walked away with long strides out of the cafeteria.

Author's Note: Well I hope you liked it. Please, please review.