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Draco stood before his mirror, inspecting himself. He looked up and down: first his beautiful face with its sharp features; silver-grey eyes with pale eyelashes and the eyebrows, also pale and very well plucked, although Draco never told anyone about that detail, afraid people might think of him as a vain, kind of queer boy. The completely straight, pointy nose, and of course: the hair, platinum blond it was, and in the sunlight it shone almost like gold. In his younger days, Draco used to comb his hair backwards, but he gave up that look ages ago. Now he, instead of the usual back slick, only drew his hand through the hair and let it fall casually into his eyes.

Draco slowly let his eyes go downward and he could happily establish that his upper body had gotten extremely well toned; it wasn't too muscular, because that would have made him look bulky and he wanted to look slim; neither was it too slim, like that Harry bloody Potter, who obviously wasn't well fed at his home.

No, Draco's body was perfect and he knew it very well, as did his fellow Slytherins: Pansy Parkinson, the mopsy little git, didn't miss one chance to comment Draco's handsome appearance, and she always gave rude little invitations and suggestions, making Draco smirk because there was no way in hell he was going to shag her.

I'd better tell it straight to her face, Draco thought, because she's obviously too dumb to understand it herself. He sighed.

Today was a very important day: it was September the 1st, which meant a new term at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was due to start.

Draco Malfoy was a wizard and he couldn't help but think it was going to be fun starting school again, after such a long, dreadfully boring summer holiday.

'Draco, honey!' his mother suddenly called from downstairs. 'We have to go now if you don't want to miss the train!'

'Coming, Mother!' Draco replied. He took one last look at his reflection in the mirror, told himself he was looking pretty hot, smiled and went downstairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, his mother Narcissa showed up, wearing an annoyed expression on her face.

'Draco, we really have to hurry now,' she said. 'Come on!'

'Yes, Mother,' Draco said. 'How do I look?'

Narcissa gave him a quick look and said, 'You look absolutely stunning. I like your new hair-do. It makes you look older.' She smiled appreciatively and Draco returned the smile.

'Thanks,' he said. Together they walked outside. The weather was absolutely perfect: the sun was shining; it was quite warm and no clouds were visible on the blue sky.

Draco stepped into their new car. At first, whenhis father Lucius has bought it, Draco had wondered what good it would do when it wasn't magical, but he then realised how useful it was when they had to transport without using magic.

His trunk, loaded with several heavy books and other school supplies, was already in the car when he got in. Draco silently wondered how such a big trunk could fit into such a small car, but he soon dropped it as Narcissa also stepped inside. She put the car key in the ignition lock and they were soon off, leaving the Malfoy Manor behind. They had driven in silence for a while when Narcissa suddenly spoke.

'So, exciting to start school again?' she asked, eyes on the road.

'I guess,' Draco answered. 'It'll be nice to meet Professor Snape again, and my friends ... See what they've been up to all summer.'

Narcissa nodded.

'Yes ... I remember how I used to love Potions. And I hear Severus is treating you good?'

'Yeah, he really does,' Draco said.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence, which Draco appreciated, and before he knew it, they were outside the King's Cross station.

'You don't mind if I don't go in with you, do you?' Narcissa asked. 'It's so crowded and full of Muggles and I'm kind of in a hurry because –'

'It's alright, Mother,' Draco interrupted her. 'Really, I'm fine.'

And I've been fine with it for the last five years, he thought to himself.

Narcissa nodded and said, 'Okay. Good luck, son.' She gave Draco a slight kiss on the cheek.

'Thanks, Mum,' Draco said. He stepped out of the car and got the trunk out. It was really heavy. He waved at Narcissa before walking into the station. He looked at the big clock that hung on the stone wall. It was ten fifty five, which gave him only five minutes to find a trolley, get to the platform and then onto the train.

Finally, he was now standing before platform nine and three quarters. He leaned up against the wall and made sure no Muggle was looking. He then walked backwards as fast as he could, what with the heavy trolley with the even heavier trunk upon it, and hoped he wasn't too late. He almost couldn't believe his own luck when he heard several students' voices; clearly the train hadn't left yet.

'Hey, Draco!' someone called. Draco turned around to see who it was. In front of him stood a tall, dark haired boy with big brown eyes.

'Hi, Blaise,' he answered.

'D'you need help with the trunk?' Blaise asked and offered him a hand.

'Yeah, thanks.' Together, they carried the trunk, put it down among the others and got onto the train.

'I'm in here,' Blaise said and opened the door to an empty compartment. They got inside. Blaise closed the door and sat down.

'So,' he said, 'where are your two little friends? Crabbe and Goyle?' Draco shrugged.

'I have no idea,' he said, 'and I don't care either. I'm tired of those stupid little gits.'

'Oh,' Blaise said. They sat in silence for a while when suddenly the door was opened.

'Hey, there you are,' Crabbe said and walked in together with Goyle. 'We wondered where you had gone off to.' Draco sighed.

'Honestly, the two of you,' he said. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other but didn't say anything. Stupid gits, Draco thought. 'So, what've you been up to all summer?' he then asked.

'I was just at home,' Blaise said. 'Really boring, actually.'

And before he knew it, Draco was making up this giant lie about him hanging out with all kinds of important people, sons and daughters to all of his Father's Deatheater friends. Crabbe and Goyle went all hysterical and thought it was amazingly cool, but Blaise only sat there, silent, with a small smile on his lips.

'And what are you laughing at?' Draco said curtly. 'What's so bloody funny?'

'Nothing,' Blaise said but kept smiling the whole trip through. Draco found it incredibly annoying.

okay, so it was really short but i wanted to post it now, and i don't have time to write more on this chapter (cuz I gotta go watch TV ;D) so I'll leave it there. Might write some more tomorrow... if I'm not outside in the sunny weather. :) oh, and regarding the name of this story (Draco and Harry): I couldn't think of anything so i just wrote something.. but I'll probably change it later on. :)
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