A/N + Disclaimer: This was the first fanfic I ever wrote, and a lot of the dialogue is taken from J.K's Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Obviously I don't own that! Anything original is my own, please enjoy (or hate, if you are so inclined)!
I woke up panting and sweating, expecting to see the maddened faces of my parents, but instead staring up at the ceiling of my room in Malfoy Manor. It was just a dream. They don't know how I feel, they don't realise what I traitor I am.
"Draco!" I heard mother shout up from behind my door. "Alohamora"
She marched up to my bed – fully dressed and smart looking as always – with a stern look on her face.
"Wha' d'you want?" I murmured into the pillow.
"We have to leave for the Hogwarts Express in just half an hour and you haven't even packed! Get up! Now!"
And with a sharp flick of her wand, my bed covers flew across the room into a neat pile in the corner. I rolled casually onto the floor in an effort to wake up; she sighed and dragged me to my feet.
"Honestly Draco dear, sometimes I wonder if you will ever be as efficient as your father" and with that, she walked back out of my room and downstairs.
I hate being compared to father; I don't ever want to be like him. I don't support the Dark Lord in any way, and I never want to have to use bribes of money to gain status. I want to earn a fair living as a healer. The kind of man who's dedicated to his work; no wife or kids, just my job. Obviously the ideal would be to have Harry as well, but… he hates me. After father making such a scene last year, he'd be one hell of a saint to love me as I love him. I hate father – he ruins everything!
Remembering my mother's cross words before, I quickly dressed and stuffed my things into a case and headed downstairs. When I got there, mother stuffed a piece of toast into my mouth and dragged me outside where the portkey was waiting.
"Hold on Draco dearest" mother told me softly.
"Mother I know what to do, I'm thirteen years old!"
"Then stop arguing and touch the sock!" she snapped.
I did as she commanded and the usual tug from the navel brought my body spinning until we landed in King's Cross Station. We walked through the wall onto the station, and mother pushed me towards the train.
"It'll be leaving any second; you better hope one of your friends has a compartment reserved!"
"Yes mother" I started walking quickly towards the nearest door.
"That's what you get for sleeping in!" she shouted after me as the train started moving and London faded away.
I found Crabbe and Goyle sat in a compartment with Blaise and Pansy, and they stood up as soon as I entered.
"Sit down you muppets" I sneered at them, and they immediately sat down once more.
As the others joked about various events during the summer, I let my mind wander to Harry. As I thought of his messy dark brown hair, his knowing green eyes, and his soft looking pink lips... I let my mind wander to imagination, my hands running through his hair, his green eyes staring into my soul, his lips against mine... I snapped back to reality, and with a sudden rush of excitement, I had an idea. It was a stupid idea, idiotic, a death wish, but I wanted to do it.
"Crabbe, Goyle, you're coming with me" I ordered. They looked at each other with smirks on their faces, and followed me out of the slide doors.
As I walked up the train, glancing through each of the compartment windows, I finally reached the one I was looking for. In there I could see Harry Ron and Hermione talking, and I quickly thought of what to do. I didn't want to talk to Harry in front of his friends, so I'd have to get rid of them; starting with Ron.
I opened the door with a slight smirk on my face as usual, and leaned against it. I had to seem casual; I had to hide how my heart was missing several beats at the sight of Harry.
"Well, look who it is" I said casually. "Potty and the Weasel" Why was I insulting Harry?! Surely that was the opposite of what I wanted to get across. I needed to focus on getting Ron and Hermione out of the way "I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer Weasley, did your mother die of shock?"
Quickly, Ron stood up. It was all going well, until I heard a snort from the corner of the compartment. There was a man, lying asleep. I took an involuntary step backwards. This wasn't planned…
"Who's that?" I asked while trying more than ever not to show my fear. Harry got to his feet, and my heart stopped in awe. I was going to suffocate, why wasn't I breathing?
"New teacher" he said strongly. "What were you saying Malfoy?" His green eyes were staring deep into my grey ones; I wish he'd use my first name. I hate sharing a name with father.
I motioned Crabbe and Goyle to follow me, and I stalked back down the train. Now Harry hated me even more, and it was that teacher's fault. I'd be able to talk to him better if he didn't have his friends attached to him 24/7, but no, he must always be with his friends. It made me sick, what stupid companions, when he could be with me, Draco Malfoy, and avoid the harsh rumours about him in the Slytherin house. I spent the majority of the remaining journey wandering through the train, and as often as possible, going past Harry's window. At one point, I was walking past his compartment, and the train suddenly stopped.
The sudden change in speed knocked me to the ground, and I felt a wave of cold keep me down. Before I knew it, I was thinking about everything in the world that weakened me, and I saw a dementor glide past me into Harry's compartment. It took me a while, but then I panicked. What was it doing in there? I rushed to the window, just in time to see the dementor bow its head down to an unconscious Harry. I screamed out, I shouted, I banged against the window, but no-body noticed.
Suddenly there was a bright light from in the compartment, and I fled, not wanting to be caught. At first I ran into the nearest compartment, but that had Fred and George, not the company I was looking for. With a panicked look, I sped back out again to find Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy. As I walked calmly back into my own compartment, I laughed at my friends.
"You all look like you've just seen a dementor!" I laughed harder at the scared looks they gave me.
"We have Draco! I'm sure you saw them as well?" Pansy asked in a sugar-coated voice. It didn't suit her at all.
"Of course I did, you'd have to be brain dead to not notice" I replied casually.
"Then surely you felt the horror and pain of their presence?" she asked again in that extra sweet voice.
"Me? Horror and pain? As if, get your head screwed on Pansy" I sat down and started to read today's The Prophet.
"Right. Of course…" she looked down, embarrassed, and the others stared at her as if to say 'don't be so stupid'.