This is my first attempt at a proper story, so please review. I can take criticism! Someon else has probably already used this concept already, so I apologise to them now.
Note: Everything to do with the Harry Potter books are copywrite of JK Rowling, everything else is mine, blah blah blah...
Draco Malfoy woke with a start. It took him several moments to realise that sweat was running off his silvery hair and onto his green coloured pillowcase. His pupils wide in the dim light of his room, he threw back his bed covers and sat up sharply.
Slowly, he scanned the vast area of his bedroom, and spotting nothing out of the ordinary, he lay back down on his soft mattress. Resisting the urge to close his heavy eyelids, Draco lay awake running some thoughts through his mind until they ran out of steam.
The fact of the matter was, Draco was starting Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry on this very day, and though he didn't like to admit it to his parents, he was rather dreading leaving Malfoy Manor and going there for a whole year.
He took some comfort in the knowledge that he was not going there alone, however, and the fact that two of his oldest friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were also due to start Hogwarts as well. This cheered Draco up for a moment, until he once again reminded himself of another person who was on course to join him at Hogwarts - Harry Potter. His name was seldom mentioned under the roof of Malfoy Manor, and only ever spoken when Lucius (Draco's father) was out of earshot, such was his hatred for that little boy that he had never even met.
However, Harry Potter was no ordinary boy, and, though the Malfoys rarely admitted it, he had in fact stopped the Malfoy's true master, Lord Voldemort.
Draco was most certainly not looking forward to meeting Harry Potter at Hogwarts, but he knew that as long as Crabbe and Goyle were with him, Potter wouldn't dare go for him.
Draco let this thought linger for a few minutes, before finally resorting to closing his aching eyes. His tiredness got the better of him, and he fell asleep before his head had even come to rest on his pillow.
"Urgh," was the only sound that Draco could make as his hovering alarm clock buzzed in his face. Drawing back his covers, Draco got to his feet and got dressed into some of his usual muggle clothes, his newly bought Hogwart's robes packed into his suitcases along with all of his cauldrons and spell books already.
Breakfast seemed to fly by, and before he knew it, Draco was stepping out of an ancient fireplace in a shop in knockturn alley (having just travelled by floo powder), and was making his way towards King's cross station with his father.
"Got all of your things, have you?" Said Lucius, eyes fixed firmly ahead on the choc-a-bloc traffic.
"Yes father," replied Draco "packed it all last night."
"Good, good," said Lucius "can't this blasted vehicle go any faster?"
"Yes sir," called the driver in the front, and just like that the car was right at the front of the Queue to the station.
Draco and his father got out of the car, and made their way inside King's cross station.
"What platform was it again, father?" Asked Draco tentatively.
"Nine and Three Quarters," responded Lucius, and spotting his son's puzzled look, followed up with "follow me."
He led Draco to the ticket box, and grabbing his son by the wrist, casually leant against the wall........
Note: Everything to do with the Harry Potter books are copywrite of JK Rowling, everything else is mine, blah blah blah...
Draco Malfoy woke with a start. It took him several moments to realise that sweat was running off his silvery hair and onto his green coloured pillowcase. His pupils wide in the dim light of his room, he threw back his bed covers and sat up sharply.
Slowly, he scanned the vast area of his bedroom, and spotting nothing out of the ordinary, he lay back down on his soft mattress. Resisting the urge to close his heavy eyelids, Draco lay awake running some thoughts through his mind until they ran out of steam.
The fact of the matter was, Draco was starting Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry on this very day, and though he didn't like to admit it to his parents, he was rather dreading leaving Malfoy Manor and going there for a whole year.
He took some comfort in the knowledge that he was not going there alone, however, and the fact that two of his oldest friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, were also due to start Hogwarts as well. This cheered Draco up for a moment, until he once again reminded himself of another person who was on course to join him at Hogwarts - Harry Potter. His name was seldom mentioned under the roof of Malfoy Manor, and only ever spoken when Lucius (Draco's father) was out of earshot, such was his hatred for that little boy that he had never even met.
However, Harry Potter was no ordinary boy, and, though the Malfoys rarely admitted it, he had in fact stopped the Malfoy's true master, Lord Voldemort.
Draco was most certainly not looking forward to meeting Harry Potter at Hogwarts, but he knew that as long as Crabbe and Goyle were with him, Potter wouldn't dare go for him.
Draco let this thought linger for a few minutes, before finally resorting to closing his aching eyes. His tiredness got the better of him, and he fell asleep before his head had even come to rest on his pillow.
"Urgh," was the only sound that Draco could make as his hovering alarm clock buzzed in his face. Drawing back his covers, Draco got to his feet and got dressed into some of his usual muggle clothes, his newly bought Hogwart's robes packed into his suitcases along with all of his cauldrons and spell books already.
Breakfast seemed to fly by, and before he knew it, Draco was stepping out of an ancient fireplace in a shop in knockturn alley (having just travelled by floo powder), and was making his way towards King's cross station with his father.
"Got all of your things, have you?" Said Lucius, eyes fixed firmly ahead on the choc-a-bloc traffic.
"Yes father," replied Draco "packed it all last night."
"Good, good," said Lucius "can't this blasted vehicle go any faster?"
"Yes sir," called the driver in the front, and just like that the car was right at the front of the Queue to the station.
Draco and his father got out of the car, and made their way inside King's cross station.
"What platform was it again, father?" Asked Draco tentatively.
"Nine and Three Quarters," responded Lucius, and spotting his son's puzzled look, followed up with "follow me."
He led Draco to the ticket box, and grabbing his son by the wrist, casually leant against the wall........