"Oh bloody fucking hell NO!!!!!!" Came Harry's shout when he realized whom exactly 'Draco' was. Draco himself wasn't exactly the happiest little camper ether.
"Oh bloody perfect! I have to spend my summer with Harry Bloody Potter." Draco yelled simultaneously. He buried his head in his hands whilst he heard Harry scuffling around the room. When he opened hi eyes he saw Harry sitting at his writing desk and scribbling furiously on random different pieces of papers. "What the bloody hell are you doing?" Draco asked him suspiciously. Harry glared at him.
"Well I've got to do something! Honestly I can't spend my summer with a stupid death eater." Harry shouted back at the blond.
"It won't work-A. And B-I AM NOT A DEATH EATER" Draco informed him.
"And how would you know it won't work?" Harry asked him ignoring the last part.
"You don't think I tried to mail them back asking not to win?" Draco shouted "Like I wanted to spend my summer with some pathetic Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw-I only entered for the stupid prize"
"Strangely enough so did I" Harry muttered under his breath. He grabbed his letter in hopes that it may show something to help him, something somehow different. Strangely enough it did.
Dear mister Potter,
We see you have met mister Malfoy-we trust that you two are doing your best to promote good inter-house relationships. Just as a precautionary measure your Magic will not work unless you two are civil to each other. We shall see you soon
Hogwarts sweepstakes committee.
"Oh bloody brilliant" He murmured under his breath.
"What?-What did you do now Potter?" Draco asked him. Harry in response held the letter in front of his face. "Oh just bloody perfect" Draco shouted. "I Draco Malfoy will never be nice to Harry Potter." He huffed. Then proceeded to fully take in his surroundings. "Why is this place so muggle-like?" He asked noting the bland walls and lack of moving pictures or Quidditch posters-he didn't even see the famed Firebolt. Harry rolled his eyes-Draco obviously hadn't been listening to his aunt.
"They HATE magic, or anything slightly out of the ordinary" He answered. "I'm almost surprised you didn't notice" Draco sniffed at the comment
"A Malfoy only hears the conversation he wants to hear. I did not want to hear that raving madwoman and so I simply did not" Draco explained. Harry rolled his eyes at the explanation.
"Boy!!!" Came the roar from Uncle Vernon, Harry immediately ran downstairs. "Not you" His uncle snapped. Harry returned upstairs with a particularly nasty bruise.
"They want you" He informed Malfoy.
When Draco went downstairs he saw what he could only describe as a horse and a walrus. The walrus spoke
"Now boy what's your name, what does your father think of himself dropping you off here, why are you dressed like you have some odd-could never be true- notion that your better than us, what does you father do, and how soon will he be picking you up?!" Draco smiled at this, and then started chuckling slightly.
"In order; My name is Draco Severus Malfoy-don't forget it, who knows what my father is ever thinking-its just you little people's jobs to obey, I am dressed like an Aristocrat mainly because-though this might come as a shock to your inferior minds-I am one, Though I don't know exactly what he does my father is near the head of the Ministry of Magic, and last though by looking at this meager excuse of a household I can tell it won't be least I am to assume that you were asking that because you cannot read-I am to be picked up in exactly one month" After a moment he asked clinically "Got it?"
It couldn't be more obvious that the Dursleys hadn't 'gotten it' they all stood there with their mouths hanging open like goldfish gasping for air.
"Ministry of M-magic?" Vernon struggled to comprehend.
"Yes, In correlation to the British ministry there is also a ministry of magic" Draco explained, upon seeing look on Vernon's face he smirked and added "You didn't honestly think we would let you muggles deal with important things-no the only one that has real muggle power is prime minister of muggles but, even he can swayed." And with that said Draco enjoyed the pure look of horror on their faces before turning around and marching to the now shared room. Harry was starring down the stairs-unbenounsed to Draco Harry was internally cheering. Draco thought he was being sympathetic to those 'Muggle is better than Magic' Freaks who's worlds he had just destroyed. Draco smiled to himself remembering there faces "Perhaps it won't be so bad here" He mused to himself-not that he'd ever let Harry know what he thought