So, here's the actual first chapter of my first fanfic! It may be a little short.. But oh well.
– I don't own anything related to Harry Potter.
I have always been that kind of person that never got much attention. As a little child, my father was, according to him, always visiting someone who seemed to be called Fudge. Mother told me once he was important to Fudge, and that's the reason he was not home very often. Frankly speaking mother wasn't any better, although she was occasionally commenting on father. She would bring me to King's Cross on my way to Hogwarts, have dinner with me and kiss me goodnight at most, so that the maids constantly had to keep me busy and stop me from tormenting our peacocks. Due to that I spent most of the days in my room reading every thin book I could find; I didn't like reading that much.
At Hogwarts, though, I would hang around with friends to get rid of that lonely feeling. But as soon as I realised caring wasn't exactly the same as loving I felt awfully alone again. I've never been really loved in any way. Parents busy, relatives didn't come visiting us a lot. And that stupid Harry Potter. That bloke obviously thought he was utterly cool, wearing that ugly scar on his head. The Chosen One. I sighed. Since my very first year at Hogwarts I thought he would brag about his 'oh-so-famous' past, and because I couldn't just let that prejudice/grudge against him fade, I've always hated him. At least, I thought so.
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Starting my fifth year I was sharing a compartment with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy and Blaise as usually. We talked a lot and laughed at Pansy's terrific imitation of that Mudblood Granger in class. While the hours passed and the blue sky slowly became yellowish, I got a bit tired of chattering about school and money. I leaned my head against the cool window and dozed off a bit as the others started eating again, but kept my eyes open a little. From my place in the compartment I watched people walking across the aisle. Marcus, one of the Patil twins, a bunch of girls (I didn't know what House they're from) and Potter and Weasley. The two held still in front of our compartment; Weasley shook his head and said something to Harry who walked on. He himself turned around and sauntered back to their part of the train.
"Guys, I'm going out to walk a bit. Need the loo." I stood up, left our compartment and attempted to follow Potter, which wasn't needed, because he had suddenly vanished and I heard someone stumbling in the train's toilet, just one compartment away. Patiently I waited outside until I heard him flushing and he opened the door. Potter seemed surprised, probably because I was on my own.
"... Malfoy?"
"Oh, never mind. I – just, eh, needed the loo," I stammered as Potter slowly closed the door without looking away from me. He slightly raised an eyebrow.
"You did?"
And before I realised it he had already left. Weird enough I didn't know why I followed him, nor I did why I had been thinking of him all summer break long. He wandered around in my head, pretty much like a stalker, and I couldn't seem to get rid off him. It almost felt like I missed him somehow. I sat down on the toilet and locked the door to shut out any weary student.
It felt like hours passed while I sat there, but when I opened the door it was still sort of bright outside. I sauntered back to the compartment where Goyle and Blaise we trying to play wizard's chess while Pansy watched and Crabbe was eating a slice of cake.
"Oh, you're back. What took you so long, honey?" Pansy said looking up.
"There was a queue outside on the aisle."
"Queue? Didn't know everyone always needed the loo at the same time," Goyle chuckled lamely.
"Me neither," I replied whilst I sat own on the couch. I felt tired because of nothing and I didn't know why.
As the journey slowly went by, and the sky faded to dark blue I only gazed out of the window. Apparently my friends didn't feel like trying to get me out of my mood, so I just let my mind drown in my thoughts. At some point I must have fallen asleep, because my peaceful and amusing dream about Potter suddenly stopped when I felt a painful poke in my arm.
"Yo, Drake. We've arrived in Hogsmeade."
My eyes flicked open immediately: "You git! I had such a nice dream and you screwed it up!" I shouted angry at the culprit.
"Uh well, sorry then, but it really seemed like you were fast asleep," Blaise said surprised and frowning.
"I was, until you woke me up!"
Moody I got off the train without waiting for the others and searched for an empty carriage. I had that dream on my mind. It just looked so real, and for some reason in that dream, we weren't like rivals at all. More like... lovers? In no way, I thought while frowning. But, he kissed me... Not fully aware of what I did I stepped into a carriage, but the first thing I heard was not really what I expected to hear.
"What are you doing here?" an oh-so familiar voice said contemptuous.
I had stepped into the wrong coach, containing none other than Potter, Weasley and Mudblood. Unwillingly I felt an uneasy heat creeping up to my cheeks; I was blushing.
"I can't even "friendly greet you?" I scoffed, and I quickly got off, entering a real empty one. As soon as it started to ride I buried my face in my hands. What was I acting all weird? Spacing out, accidentally entering a carriage containing Potter and certainly dreaming about that lad was so not Malfoy-like. I heard raindrops starting to fall outside, but I didn't look up. When I finally felt it held still I dared lifting my head and stepped outside.
"Oh my god, there you are! I've been searching for you, darling. You were suddenly gone!" screamed Patty's voice suddenly in my ear, only 6 feet away from me.
"I needed some time to myself," I told her closing my eyes. I started walking along with the other students through the gate to the Great Hall. The crowd pushed me towards the Slytherin table. I looked around for no reason, but then all of sudden my eyes crossed Potter's.
He looked straight back.
And he smiled a modest smile for no reason.
