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Draco's POV

The Slytherin common room, first night at Hogwarts

As the prefects brought them to their common room, all of Draco's future classmates kept yammering about how Potter got sorted into Gryffindor, and how amazing it was that they would be attending school with the one and only Harry -bloody- Potter, like he was this extraordinary wizard, when really, he had no merit for supposedly killing the Dark One. Draco had barely met him for the first time, expecting a fine boy who had survived had been through a lot, but instead, he got an arrogant git, who thought the world revolved around him. It was quite disappointing. Draco anticipated being friends with The Boy-Who-Lived ever since his father mentioned him a few months ago.

The young blond was appalled by that discovery. How did people not see how self-absorbed the famous Harry Potter truly was? And Hermione made friends with him and Weasley, what could she possibly find to them? It made Draco jealous, then angry, because he was jealous of Weasley and Potter who would inevitably get to spend more time with her, since they were in the same house.

Draco hated Potter, officially. He wasn't, he was just a boy who happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Harry Potter couldn't possibly be a savior, for he simply was a worthless orphan boy.

Lucius Malfoy, was the true hero. As well as the rest of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's army. Draco's father was a war hero who fought next to The Lord for many years, till he allegedly died. Although, from what Lucius told him, none of Voldemort's followers truly believed that he was no longer alive. Instead, they trusted he's was in hiding, regaining his strength to come back and save the wizarding world once and for all.

The Lord's army had made quite a name for itself. Death Eaters, that's what they were called. That's what Lucius was. Draco saw the Dark Mark on his father's forearm and couldn't help but hope that someday, he would have the same one. He hoped that someday, he would be worthy enough to be in Voldemort's close circle, like his father was.

The blond boy had been pulled out of his daydreaming when one of the prefects started mentioning the dorms. Draco found out earlier from a third year slytherin that he got the larger dorms –the one with only three beds- due to his father's power as one of Governors of Hogwarts. The young Malfoy was glad to share his room with Blaise Zabini, his best mate.

"Boy's dormitories are on the left and girl's dormitories are on the right. In your room, you will find that your school robes have been cleaned and folded. Of course, your things are awaiting to be properly placed. First years, curfew is a ten, which is in twenty minutes. I hope you familiarize quickly with the rules, for your own good. Go on now" the slander sixth year prefect sneered.

As all the young students stood there gaping, Draco started heading up the stairs to his dorm, followed closely by Zabini. They spelled the door so that only them would be able to come in the dorm, for they were the only ones who knew the password, which was "Gryffindors suck", one might say it is easy enough to guess, but the dorm mates couldn't bother caring.

OOOO

The two young boy have been good friends for years now. Blaise and Draco met when they were five. Their mothers constantly visited each other, and they would arrange for their sons to play together, while they chatted an had tea, Draco guessed. Blaise was a dark skinned Italian, he would often teach Draco swear words, for when he might want to cuss out his parents without them actually knowing what he was saying, which happened to be strategy that came in handy many times.

The two boys got along extremely well, they had gotten to that part of their friendship where one would know very easily if there was something wrong with the other. They sometimes didn't speak, for there was nothing to be said. Draco was okay with that, as was Blaise.

It was summer, when Draco first realized that Blaise was a good mate, he had just gotten a beating from his father, because he had said thank you to the house elf and offered it help, which Draco learned that it was something to never do again. Elves were supposed to serve them, not the other way around.

After Draco got his hand broken by his father's cane, he went back to his chambers, where Blaise had been staying for the summer, since his mother left the country and his father was out of the picture from the beginning. Draco knew that Blaise heard the conversation he had with his father, but to the blond's surprise, his friend hadn't brought up the subject, which was more than fine with him. Blaise knew what happened, but instead of talking about it, he simply distracted Draco with chess. The young Malfoy excelled at chess, ever since the first time he played.

Zabini didn't have a such a great life. He was often staying at the Malfoy's, since his mother would leave the country so often, doing Merlin knew what. Blaise didn't even bother asking anymore, it had become completely useless information. He also didn't mind the Malfoy's at all, Narcissa had grown to be like a second mother to him, just like Lucius had become his only father figure.

Even though Lucius never behaved the same way with Blaise as he did Draco. For instance, Blaise never got a beating, unlike Draco, who got them regularly. The dark skinned boy was rather quiet and remained away trouble, compared to Draco, who jumped in head first into any sort of dangerous situation. Such as sneaking into the kitchens to help the elves cook their food or actually feeding them. His blond friend was actually a great cook, Blaise found. For his ninth birthday, Draco made an attempt at baking a chocolate gateau, Blaise's favourite dessert. The cake was looking horrid, but luckily, it didn't taste as bad as it looked. The young Italian was proud of his best mate, for trying to make his day a little less unpleasant.

The two boys had each others back's, that's the way it's always been. And it was probably the way it would always be.

When Draco and Blaise got to their dorm -that they shared with Theodore Nott, the strange kid- , Draco slumped down on his bed, grinning from ear to ear.

"What is that?" asked the Italian, grimacing at Draco's face.

"What?" retorted the blond, while leaning on his right elbow, smiling sheepishly.

"That smile on your face is bloody scary, mate! What is wrong with you?" questioned Blaise, who started getting mildly creeped out by his dorm mate.

"Nothing is wrong with me. I just met this girl earlier on the train ride." answered Draco, with a little flush on his cheeks.

"Oh really? Can't figure that! Girls are barmy, annoying, gossipy and ugly." snorted his friend.

"I know! Except this one. She's different. She is brilliant, funny and has these stupefyingly beautiful brown eyes. And that hair, Merlin her hair!" he said, running his hand through his platinum blond hair. " It's like an untamable mane. I can spot her from a distance, with that hair of hers." laughed the young blond.

Blaise smiled slightly at that. His friend liked a girl. Draco Malfoy, liked a girl.

OOOO

They were all sitting on their bed when their roommate came in. The two boys looked at Draco when he nodded once and made his way to his bed. Draco had met Theodore on the Hogwarts Express, when they went to retrieve their luggage. The brown haired boy was odd, Draco noticed. He kept to himself while everyone around him spoke about irrelevant things.

Draco came up to him and began asking if he had any older siblings that were also attending Hogwarts. The peculiar boy was an only child, like Draco. He was also lacking social etiquette, which young Malfoy thought was fine, seeing as how the Theodore didn't seem to have any friends and was a very shy person. The blond felt it was his job to get friendly with his new roommate, they were going to share the dorm for the next seven years, after all. Draco didn't worry about Blaise making friends, for he was the most gregarious person Draco knew. Making friends, for Blaise, was in no way a hard task.

After they had gotten their luggage, Theodore and Draco made their way to the nearest empty compartment and sat down across from each other. After what seemed like an interminable minute, the brown haired boy finally broke the tension.

"I'm Theodore Nott by the way. But you can call me Theo." stated Theo, his voice shaking slightly.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." announced the blond boy with confidence, proud of his name.

They both nodded and shook hands. That was the start of one of the best friendships either of them ever had.

It was a silent agreement -they both knew-, a pledge, that would last for the next seven years, maybe more. They both needed a new friend, someone who was their complete opposite, someone who they would have to learn to know.

OOOO

The Slytherin Trio had stayed up talking till two in the morning, when Blaise started snoring in his sleep. The three roommates had become friends very quickly. They ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and practiced easy spells for their classes tomorrow. Their roles in the group had become obvious after an hour. Blaise was the funny one, Draco was the leader and Theo was the silent mastermind.

When Theo fell asleep nearly thirty minutes after Blaise, Draco laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He wouldn't even deny thinking about his bushy-haired friend if anyone asked. He couldn't help but laugh at the memory of her reaction when the chocolate frog jumped from its box, she was utterly astounded. That look of amazement in her brown eyes made Draco smirk shyly.

He remembered that he and Hermione shared Potions, Transfiguration and Charms tomorrow. The thought made him jitter with excitement at seeing her again. Maybe she didn't even notice that their class schedule was quite similar, and that they would share a lot of their classes, but that was okay. Draco would figure it out, somehow, during their first hour with Professor Snape.

He was delighted by the fact that his godfather would be his teacher. He had always liked Severus, ever since he was a young boy. He used to teach him magic, that's how Draco had learned everything he knew. Not to mention that Snape was a Slytherin as well. He was, in fact, referred to as the Slytherin Prince.

'I sort of am the next Slytherin Prince, aren't I? It would certainly make sense.' Draco thought.

'And if I'm the Slytherin Prince, I can only imagine who the Gryffindor Princess might be.' he continued, smirking.

That first night, Draco fell asleep with a small smile on his face.


A/N: That was it for the second chapter, from Draco's POV. I am trying to ease into the story slowly by not showing too much, yet.

Don't forget to let me now how you found it, maybe leave a few name ideas instead of the Slytherin Trio, it seems a little obvious and plain.

Thank you, till next time :)