Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story, they belong to J.K.R. Events that happen in this book are meant to follow her story exactly. There are descriptions of situations taken from her work exactly, from another character's perspective. My intent for this story is to show what COULD have gone through Draco's mind during his years at Hogwarts. Spoilers for this story are for books 1 and 2. If you have not read those, then go do so now! I will say that at this point I have NOT finished the seventh Harry potter book, and thusly have nothing to spoil for others about.
Description: This is book one written in Draco's point of view. There is no intent to plagiarize, but I am trying to show what could have been going on in Draco's mind at the key points in the Sorcerer's stone. The pairings that are in this story are Draco x Harry and Snape x Malfoy(older). I will be continuing this series to the other books as well, so I hope you enjoy. Heavy yaoi moments will be shared between the older men, because as of right now Draco and Harry are eleven, and thus shouldn't be seen as sexual in the slightest. Happy reading!
Draco Malfoy and the Sorcerer's Stone
For Draco's eleventh birthday he received more gifts then he ever had the previous ten years of his life. Coming into adolescence and being accepted into the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had caused all the Malfoy family to celebrate. His mother spared no expense in giving him the best party possible, and made sure that Draco was entertained.
Draco never had made any friends on his own, but his father had made sure to give him plentiful playmates during his early years of life. His favorite were two boys named Crabbe and Goyle. Draco never really remembered their first names, he always was taught to call them by their surname. They were easily bullied into doing whatever Draco asked of them, and were always impressed with simple things Draco did. While Draco never had picked them as friends, he was happy to have them, they were better then he would ever probably have.
Draco's birthday was filled with laughter and celebration, he was happy to see his godfather there, waiting for him in the corner of the room. Draco approached him, the sounds of the party getting softer as he came nearer to the man. Severus Snape was a tall, darkly handsome man with shoulder length black hair and a hooked nose that seemed to be the only flaw on his pale face.
"Eleven years old, how the time does seem to fly by." Snape smirked at the child, "You seem to be having a good time." He seemed unamused by the party and his eyes scanned the room.
"It's always nice to see you Uncle Snape." Draco smiled and looked up expectantly at his Godfather.
"It's Professor now, Mr. Malfoy." Snape seemed to soften just a little as he reached behind him and pulled out a wrapped present. Draco dove into it and set in on the ground as he destroyed the wrapping. It was a dark black cauldron and potions kit. Draco smiled up at Snape as he poured over the items. He had always been interested in Snape's potion making, but now that he was old enough to begin crafting the concoctions himself he was ecstatic. "Remember to study hard for my class, I will not accept less then excellence from you Draco."
Draco laughed and nodded as he began reading the potions for beginners book that had some notations from Snape's early days at Hogwarts. Luscious Malfoy approached them, his long blonde hair rustling as he came up to Snape. "Severus, I need to see you about a private matter in my office. Draco, thank Professor Snape for his generous gift."
Draco looked up from the book and grinned at Snape, "Thanks Unc- I mean Professor!" Before long Draco was pulled away from his book by Crabbe who wanted him to hurry with the rest of the presents so they could get into the cake. When Narcissa, Draco's mother came out with the cake it had snakes crawling in the green icing. While it might have seemed scary to Draco when he was younger, he now understood the snakes were a representation of Sytherin, a house in the school of Hogwarts. Goyle's face lit up at the four foot tall cake and his mouth watered.
Draco sat through their horrid singing, and finally was able to blow out his eleven candles. Everyone was clapping and cheering as he took the first slice of the vanilla cake with green icing. After they had gorged themselves with cake, the rest of guests went home, the only ones who stayed were Crabbe, Goyle and Snape.
Draco had made a fort in his room where he and his friends were sleeping, they had talked for a while, or rather Draco had talked and the other two boys had listened to him, but the two boys had fallen asleep in the early morning. Draco snuck downstairs, he wanted to get the book Snape had brought him, but as he entered the living room he noticed that Snape was not in the guest bedroom. He stuck his head in the room and saw the sheets had been ruffled and obviously Snape had just gotten up to use the restroom or something. Draco quickly found his book and went back to his bedroom.
The next morning Draco was taken to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions with his mother, as Lucius Malfoy went to the book shop to get him his books. Draco was bored, Crabbe and Goyle had left with their parents and left him alone with his mother who was suffocating him. Finally he told his mother to just look for a wand so he could be fitted alone. As Draco was being sized for the robes he looked up to see a small boy coming into the shop, he looked really interesting. His shirt was two sizes too big, and reminded him of the rags Houselves wore, and his glasses were taped together in the middle as if they had been broken. Draco watched as the boy nervously looked around the shop, he seemed so out of his element. Draco noticed he didn't have any parents with him, why send a small boy like that in when he seemed so scared?
"Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin greeted the black haired boy. "Got the lot here — another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."
Draco looked away quickly, trying to not stare at the boy. It was strange, there was a odd feeling welling up in Draco, and it made his head begin to spin.
"Hello," Draco said, trying to sound calm and collected. "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," the green-eyed boy sat on a stool not too far away from Draco waiting for him to get done.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," Draco tried to sound nonchalant, trying not to seem overly interested. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
The other boy was really quiet, and seemed like he wasn't going to speak. Draco hastily asked him, "Have you got your own broom?"
"No," the answer was quick and for some reason the other boy seemed agitated.
"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco asked, trying to get some reaction from the boy.
"No," he said.
Draco huffed slightly, "I do — Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?" Draco looked curious, hoping to hear slytherin house.
"No," The boy seemed to have a slight blush of embarrassment.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been — imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" Draco tried to sound comforting, trying to seem more friendly. Why wasn't this other boy speaking to him? Why was he so disinterested?
"Mmm," the other boy just tugged at his shirt.
Draco looked for something that they could speak about, "I say, look at that man!" Draco nodded towards the window. The man had two icecream cones in his hand, the oft probably was going to eat them both.
"That's Hagrid," said the cute boy, looking relieved. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh," Draco sneered, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper," the boy seemed taken aback by Draco.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage — lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed." Draco snickered at this, hoping the joke would cause the boy to open up a bit.
"I think he's brilliant," said the green eyed boy coldly.
"Do you?" Draco seemed to think the boy might be joking, "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly. He didn't feel much like going into the matter with this boy.
"Oh, sorry," Draco seemed taken aback, "But they were our kind, weren't they?" He hoped they were, his father would never let him have a friend with a mud blood.
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
Draco seemed relieved, "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?" Draco smiled, waiting to here the other boy's name.
But before the other boy could answer, Madam Malkin said, "That's it, your done, my dear," and Draco watched as the boy was taken away.
Draco called as he watched the boy walked off, "Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," Draco sighed dejectedly, wondering if indeed he would see the kid there. If he were from a wizarding family he was probably from a poor one. Still, the boy had seemed so cute, like a little mouse Malfoy longed to mess with. He had a very nasty desire to pick and prod at the black haired boy, wanting to get a good rouse out of him.
Over the next few weeks Draco couldn't wait to go to school, hopefully he would have his first real friend. He dreamed of them being in the same house, all the adventures they would have at Hogwarts, even all the classes they would share.