Please let me know if I messed up any of the French. Feel free to rate and reply! ~Wondersland
Harry
They told us we were going to be sorted by this at and then put in houses. Okay, that fits in with this weird magic that I have witnessed this far. So, for now, we stood on the stairs waiting to be ushered into the hall. I stood next to my new friend, Ron, I reminded myself. He was nice, and he liked candy even more than me, if that was possible.
Looking around I noticed a boy staring at me, and when our eyes locked he winked and gave a small smile. His white hair was slicked back, and his well-tailored robes still hung on his small frame. I returned the smile and continued to look around, my eyes constantly being drawn back to the white-haired boy.
"Draco Malfoy," the witch called from next to the stool with the hat on it.
The white-haired boy came up and sat gingerly upon the stool. So, his name is Draco M…something. Well that is an interesting name. Maybe it is something with the wizarding world and weird names, Harry thought to himself.
The witch placed the hat upon the boy, Draco's, head.
"Slytherin!" it shouted to the crowd.
Draco's eyes lit up and he scampered over to join his new house mates. I watched as he nodded his hello's and whispered quietly with the other new Slytherin's. I was glad that he was at least happy, even though I had heard that that was a house that you didn't want to end up in.
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Harry didn't think much more about Draco until he had their second encounter about two months into school.
Harry was coming out of their shared potions class, flanked as always by Hermione and Ron. Draco seemed to be in a rush and pushed pasted Hermione causing his books to spill across the dungeon floor.
"Watch it, sang de bourbe," Draco snapped at her, before he bent over to pick up his books.
"What did you call her?" Harry stood in front of Hermione, fixing Draco with a glare.
Draco's face set into a smirk. "What is called here…mudblood."
What did that mean? Harry turned confused to Ron, who was more versed in the wording of the wizarding world.
"Just buzz off, blondie," Ron motioned for him to go away.
Draco fixed them with one last glare before turning on his heal and striding down the corridor.
This is how the majority of their encounters went for the next couple of years. Draco insulting Harry and his friends, them insulting him back. Trading glares in the hallway. Harry came to learn that Draco's first language was French. No one dared make fun of him for his broken English, in fear that they would be cursed or at least hit, by the blond Slytherin. No one could compare to the animosity between Harry, who everyone considered the-boy-who-lived, and Draco, who everyone thought was being groomed to be a death eater.
This all changed during their fifth year.