AN: I am pretending that Draco and Harry didn't meet in Diagon Alley, or on the train. Makes things easier.

AN: I weaved a bit of symbolism into this post! Tell me in the reviews if you spot it!

Chapter 2

Draco~

The Sorting ended. Draco was sitting next to a ginger boy with freckles and a black-haired boy with glasses. They seemed familiar.

"Welcome!" Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, got to his feet. Draco had heard many bad things about the man. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore's an idiot, Lucius had said. A Muggle-loving idiot. He's ruined the school.

Draco pushed the thought away.

"Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

The glasses-clad boy turned to the nearest prefect, also a ginger. Maybe the two gingers were related. "Is he ― a bit mad?" he asked, uncertainty in his eyes. Draco smirked inwardly at the uncertainty, but then his eyes traveled farther up the boy's face, to his forehead. He spotted a lightning-shaped scar.

Suddenly, it hit him exactly who the boy in glasses was.

The legend. The boy who destroyed the most powerful Dark Lord of all time, as a baby.

Draco was sitting next to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

Before Draco could fully process this, the golden plates in front of him suddenly filled with food, startling him a bit. He watched as next to him, Harry Potter's mouth dropped open. He must have been raised somewhere poor, Draco decided. At home in Malfoy Manor, Draco had access to rich food all the time. His eyes drifted regretfully over to the Slytherin table. He should be there, where he was supposed to be. He shouldn't be sitting with the Gryffindors. He stared longingly for a while, until he was shaken out of his thoughts by the legend sitting next to him.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," he said tentatively to Draco.

"Draco Malfoy." he stuck out his hand.

The Boy Who Lived took his hand and shook it. "I'm glad you're not staring at me with your mouth wide open like everyone else!"

Draco laughed. "I have heard of you, though."

I'm talking and laughing at the wrong table, said a voice in his head. I shouldn't be making friends with Gryffindors.

"Hi, I'm Ron Weasley," said the ginger-haired boy. Weasley?! Aren't the Weasleys blood traitors? Merlin's beard, my father's going to be MAD when he finds out whom I'm making friends with.

"I'm Draco Malfoy," replied Draco. How in the Wizarding world had he gotten into this?

Yet another AN: Yes, I know, Draco's a bit OOC. But not getting the House you wanted would change your personality a bit, don't you think? You'd be too shocked and disappointed to be stuck-up.