Chapter One
Sorcerer's Stone
POV Draco Malfoy
That wretched Potter boy thinks he is the greatest wizard of all time. Everybody worships poor and tortured Harry Potter. Associating with the muck that is the Weasley family. Dirt poor, they are. The only thing worse they could be is mudbloods. Father would've sent me to a school that didn't inhabit such fowl people due to his hatred of Dumbledore, but my mother could stand me being so far away. I won't let Potter get to me though. I know what type of miraculous things I am capable of and I am not going to let that old git Potter and his peasant friend get to me. I wanted him to know that I didn't think he was anything special. I wanted him to know that I can see right through his "whoa me" act.
I made my way towards his train car on with the garbage friends I had made. They weren't the cream of the crop but they were enough to worship me and obey me during my time here at Hogwarts. I don't expect anyone to match me, I really don't and I am not worried that Harry will exceed me either. How good can he be if those dumb, godforsaken Muggles raised him? Pureblood or not he was still raised by those filthy Muggles. There is no room for people who associate with Muggles at this school or in the wizard world, at that.
I entered Potter's compartment
"Is it true?" I said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" I knew it was. I wanted him to know that I don't care all that much. I barely know what he looks like.
"Yes," said Harry flatly. He was looking at the other boys. Crabbe and Goyle were thickset and looked extremely mean. They stood just where I wanted them.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," I spoke carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He should've already known that. My dad is so rich.
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. I snapped my head towards him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Dirt-poor garbage people. How dare he. I turned back to the Potter boy. It looked like he was going blind to my actions. Maybe I could get him behind me with Crabbe and Goyle. He would go great there and people would want to be with us.
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." I held out my hand for Potter to shake, but he didn't take it. I was right to think of him lowly.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said sharply. Git.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," I said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Both Harry and Ron stood up.
"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" I sneered. I struck just the right chord to let him know where he stands with me. "Unless you get out now," said Harry. Stupid.
"But we don't feet like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron - Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. What a girl.
An ugly old rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk
deep into Goyle's knuckle – I backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window. I couldn't risk letting him get to me right away. Time was needed. Immediately after that happened I saw a girl around the corner. The slanted and twisted looks in her eyes surely pointed towards Slytherin. The nose up attitude she no doubt had would make great company to my wonderful already standing knowledge. I can imagine her running up to me "Draco oh Draco please help me with my potions, you're all knowing" His eyes glazed over at the thought of such a dreamy girl needing him so bad. She looked like she was running towards Potter. I grabbed Crabbe and Goyle and Ran out.
The way she was running to Potter and Weasley concerned me. That disdainful Potter boy would pose more of a problem than I anticipated. The way that the wonderful wizard looked at him and his scar with such admiration and almost lust started a burning jealousy in my stomach. I have already decided that the only thing I wanted more than power and glory was that gorgeous witch.
The rest of the train ride consisted of looking out the window and listening to the bonehead friends I had made, Crabbe and Goyle. Although they were dumb, they were intelligent enough to practically worship me already. The evening was a blur. I knew I was going to be sorted into Slytherin so that was no big deal but I sat at my house table waiting patiently but eagerly waiting for Hermione to be sitting right next to him at the Slytherin table. I would no doubt infatuate her, how could anyone not be.
It shocked me when the girl, of whom held the name Hermione, was not sorted into Slytherin. The looked the part so well and I had such large plans for her. The hat must be wrong. She sat next to Potter and Weasley after she was sorted. She might think that's where she needs to be, but I know otherwise. I know she is destined for great things, including me. I Will correct this wrongdoing.
I exited to go to the common room with Crabbe and Goyle but I saw Hermione already holding books from the library. She was alone in the hallway.
"You guys go on. I'll meet you there," Crabbe and Goyle did not question me. I smoothly walked down the hallway and slipped a smile to Hermione. She got flushed, no doubt. She ran directly into a statue and dropped all her books. I rushed and leaned against the wall as she picked them up.
"Gryffindor Eh? I see Slytherin in your eyes, Hermione. You seem smart. Slytherin is in your future. I am in your future," I spoke to her smoothly, bending down towards her so my words rapped around her like a cloak. She dropped more of her books and the statue above cursed at her. Her face got red and I smiled at that.
"I don't know you very well, Draco, but I'm sticking with Potter because he knows more than any other wizard. He beat you-know-who, you know? Slytherin was not the house that the sorting hat put me in and the sorting hat knows all. If you fit into my Gryffindor future I'll see you there." Her voice was smooth yet entered his brain sharply. I could not believe how badly I needed her. I need her to understand that she belongs with me, in Slytherin.
Hermione picked up her books and started walking towards the door Gryffindor tower. I walked back towards the Slytherin tower. I know what she needs; she needs me and I her. I always get what I want and in this case, its her.