Scared, Potter?
Prologue-The Younger Years
Ever since I was three, I heard stories of a boy my age who defeated the dark lord. I never believed them, yet I wished they were real. Each night I'd fall asleep to these stories.
"The name's Malfoy...
Draco, Malfoy."
A snicker from my left. He shouldn't of laughed, I had to defend myself after that, and, of course, Harry would befriend that Weasley.
"Slytherin!"
"I heard not one good witch or wizard
has come from Slytherin."
When I sat down, I waited to hear where Harry would go. Gryffindor. Great.
It was amazing, yet not at all surprising how fast Potter became famous. Seeker of Gryffindor, the youngest one of the century! I guess nobody can beat 'The Boy Who Lived'...
"Enemies of the heir beware?
you're next mud bloods!"
I started to hate my reputation since Potter hated me...
"Scared Potter?"
"You wish."
By now everyone knew that I hated Potter...or...they assumed I did.
"My dad and I have a bet you know.
I don't think you'll last ten minutes in this tournament.
He disagrees, he doesn't think you'll last five!"
It's my fourth year at Hogwarts now. I can't stand how Potter acts as if I'm scum, it gets me so mad I have to retaliate...even if it means insulting him. I hate it. I hate him...no that's a lie...Thanks to my wonderful reputation whenever I try to get a word with him he thinks I'm going to tease him! Around me, I hear whispers saying, "Draco has been acting strange hasn't he?"
I'm not sure who should be more scared about wanting Potter. Him, or me.