'Dammit Potter!'
Draco was too high for anyone to hear, he was flying above everyone else on the quidditch pitch, hovering near the clouds, below him was a cheering mass of red and gold and a disappointed sea of green and silver - Harry Potter had got the snitch. A pang of jealousy reached into his chest.
'Stupid Gryffindorks!' he said slowly bringing his Nimbus 2001 to the ground. His broom was beginning to age, the once sleek black was fading into a grey and the words "nimbus 2001" that were once etched beautifully had started to come away, still Draco knew he looked good while riding it. Of course Draco Malfoy knew how good looking he was and took pride in that fact. His mind began to wander away while he was watching Harry get off him broom and throwing his fist of victory in the air, the crowd just erupted with noise, a mixture of cheers and boos.
'Maybe he has got some talent' Draco stopped abruptly, still thinking to himself,
'What the hell am I thinking about? That was pure luck, again!'
As he reached the soft ground he rested his broom on to his left shoulder, lifting it slightly off the ground and proudly walking towards the rest of the Slytherin team.
'Better luck next time Malfoy!'
Hearing the familiar voice behind him and the laughter that followed, he spun around and growled 'Shut it Potter!' before turning back on his heels and storming off the pitch and into the changing rooms, demanding the others to follow.
After changing back into his uniform Draco had lightened up a little, he knew they had Potions last and it would be a chance to see Potter being humiliated in front of the class again. He felt a little sorry for Harry after it all but his hatred always overpowered that feeling while he and his classmates laughed away. Strolling into Snape's classroom, Draco slumped down into his chair and threw his plain black bag underneath the wooden table, not bothering to get out his quill or parchment. The room was filled with an aroma of sawdust and mint. Draco watched Harry as he walked in with his head down, he didn't look like as happy and proud as he did only a few hours ago, following behind was Hermione Granger, whose bushy hair was falling into her face and her back was hunched over from the weight of the three books she was carrying, with no help from Ronald she dropped them with a grunt onto their table and sat down with relief.
"Turn to page 394",
The deep voice came from the back of the room; a tall figure took long strides towards the front of the class with his black cloak swishing from side to side as he walked. He had shoulder length black hair, which looked as if no matter how much he had washed it – it would always look greasy, his face was pale and his thin lips looked as if they had never seen a smile.
Draco leant back on his chair, swinging on two of the legs, scanning the back of the classroom looking for someone to start a fight with. He knew Snape would take his side no matter what but Harry Potter's face caught his eye before he could find his victim for the day. Harry looked beyond tired, the normal glint in his eye was non-existent, the colour in his face was gone and replaced with deep grey circles that sat under his eyes. Harry didn't even pull the slightest smile when Seamus Finniagan once again managed to make a mess and blew up his cauldron and everyone else laughed loudly at him.
'Ten points from Gryffindor!', he heard the deep voice silence the class, taking long steps towards the table where the boy covered in soot sat and with the wave of his wand cleaned up the site. Draco thought to himself..
'What the hell is wrong with him? Poor boy, can't seem to handle being "the chosen one"?'
A feeling of shame washed over Draco and his cheeks blushed slightly although no-one could hear his comment about the famous boy who lived. He often wondered what Harry's life was like behind all the smiles, his father had always told him "Harry Potter's life is easy, he got loads of money left by his parents, a lovely family to look after him and oh, everyone in the wizarding world knows his name" but maybe, there wasn't much truth in his father's words. The older Draco got the more he realised his father, Lucius Malfoy, was just feeding him lies.
Putting the chair back on to the floor and lifting his hand to his face, Draco started to daydream, in his mind they were standing outside the great hall on their first day of Hogwarts.
'Imagine if Potter had been in Slytherin...?'
A group of small children all wearing the same uniform, a long black cloak that almost reached the floor, white shirt and tie, all stood in front of the tall door waiting to be called in. Professor McGonagall had already explained about the four different houses: Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and about the sorting ceremony before being seated. They were then being lead through into the great hall, the ceiling was 'bewitched' to look like the night sky, he had remembered Hermione mentioning it to some girl in front of him. Flags of the Hogwart's crest seem to be magically floating above the students. Four tables were vertically laid in front the small new first years each filled with older students all wearing the same uniform except from the difference of the house colours and the different crest on the cloaks. There was a long table horizontally beyond the tables where the students sat, one for the teachers, which was on a small stage to make them a little higher than the rest. There was a small stool placed in between the tables of students and teachers, ready for all the first years to be sorted.
'Maybe if Potter was a Slytherin we would have been friends.. that could have been cool'
'Draco...?'
Hearing his name, Draco snapped back to his surroundings momentarily forgetting where he was, in front of him stood Professor Snape with a puzzled look on his face.
"Everything ok Mr Malfoy?"
Looking around the class he realised he was the only one who hadn't left, the room felt a lot more dark and uncomfortably cold without the other students around. Feeling embarrassed and slightly annoyed that Blaise nor Pansy hadn't bothered to nudge him when they left.
'Yes, everything is fine Sir, just tired!' retorted Draco.
Snape scowled at his useless excuse but before he could even attempt to try to force whatever he was thinking about out of him, Draco rushed out of his seat and almost ran out of the class – he hated when Snape meddled and asked too many questions.