A/N: Next chapter is here! As you may have noticed a few chapters (this one included) will go along with the novels to show Draco's perspective on the events as they unfold. I hope to show his side of the story as well as his motivations.

Please realize, however, that Draco's story will be much more complex than just what happened in the books. After this chapter, his story will be more original. Most chapters will be completely Draco related with an originally story line. This will all tie in with the story as it was told by the amazing JK Rowling.

Happy Reading!

Last chapter….

After Potions that afternoon, the Slytherin student's couldn't stop talking about how awful Harry Potter was. The combination of Snape and Draco's comments had started almost a mob-like hatred of the boy. If Draco was completely honest with himself, it aggravated him. He really would much rather prefer that they not talk about Potter at all. However, this new hatred of the boy could serve his purposes well if he needed to be expelled by the end of the year.

"So, Daphne Greengrass?" Blaise teased, as the boys descended into the dungeons. You were looking pretty cozy with her by the end of class, Theo. What's up with that?"

Theo reddened slightly, but tried to play it off. He shrugged. "She's hot."

Blaise snorted with laughter. "She's hot? Seriously Theo. That's all you have to say?"

Blaise and Draco teased their friend all the way to the common room about his new found crush. It wasn't until they passed the bulletin board on the wall that their faces fell.

"Shit," Draco muttered under his breathe. "Another fucking class with the Gryffindors."

All three boys read the notice pinned to the board.

1st Year Flying Lessons Start Next Friday Afternoon

1-3 PM: Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff

3-5 PM: Slytherin and Gryfindor

All 1st year students MUST use school issued broomsticks

"You've got to be kidding me," Blaise moaned. "We are never going to learn anything with the Gryffindors sliding off the ends of their brooms all class."

Draco nodded in agreement, but really he was just dreading having another class with Harry Fucking Potter.

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Chapter 4: Flying Lessons

Friday was a perfect day for flying. The early afternoon sun peered curiously out behind white, fluffy clouds. There was a gentle breeze, but it wasn't strong enough to affect flying conditions. Draco and his friends walked toward the large clearing where the broomsticks were laid out in two neat lines.

"Look at the state of these things," Blaise complained loudly, as the boys drew nearer. "They have to be at least as old as Merlin!"

"I don't even care, mate," Theo replied, his pace quickening. "I feel like I haven't been on a broom in ages."

"Agreed." Draco said with a boyish smile on this lips. He joined Theo at the line of broomsticks and picked one up in his hands. He could almost feel the excitement radiating through his fingertips and into the broom as it started to hum slightly. Draco was just about to hop on and go for a quick spin when he saw more people approaching.

A healthy mix of both Slytherin and Gryffindor students were arriving from one end of the field and a severe looking women with cropped grey hair from the other.

"Jumping the gun a little don't you think, boys?" The women said as she approached. Draco looked to either side of him and saw that his two friends also had broomsticks in their hands. "I'm sure you are just as excited as every other student to show off your flying skills, but that will have to wait until class officially starts."

Blaise and Theo must have felt the authority in her voice just as Draco did because all three Slytherin boys uncharacteristically obeyed without objection.

They watched as once again the class divided itself without a word. It was funny how the Gryffindors already seemed to know their place in their combined classes. Separate from Slyterhin who wanted nothing to do with them. Blaise stifled a laugh as Potter and his lackeys lined up amongst their classmates. The bushy-haired brat looking almost petrified staring down at her broom.

"Potter and his girlfriend are going to make absolute fools of themselves," he said, chuckling. "They act like they've never seen one before in their life."

"They probably haven't you idiot," Draco grumbled, annoyed that once again the topic of conversation had turned to the Potter boy. "She's a not even a real witch and rumor is he lived with a bunch of Muggles his whole life, probably why he's such a mudblood lover—"

"Welcome to your first day of flying lessons," the commanding voice of their professor interrupted the boys' conversation. "My name is Madam Hooch, and I will be your instructor for this term."

She started to circle the two lines of students as she looked them up and down, almost as if searching for the talent that lay hidden among them.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone by a broom. Stick out your right and say 'UP'!"

All at once the field erupted as students shouted the command. Draco was pleased as he felt the broom hit the palm of his hand immediately. His two friends beside him in the exact position, standing proudly with brooms in their hands.

Snorts of laughter resonated through the Slytherin line as they watched the struggle on the other side.

The Granger girl stomped her feet in frustration as her broom acted like a stubborn dog, rolling over repeatedly in the grass with no regard to its master's commands. Longbottoms's on the other hand remained still as the grave and a quaver rose in his voice.

"I think Longbottom's going to cry," Draco said, pointing to the boy who had just earlier that week erupted in boils during their first potions lesson.

"I can already tell that he is going to be quite the source of entertainment," replied Theo.

And he wasn't wrong, seconds after Madam Hooch instructed them to kick off the ground and hover slightly in the air, the Longbottom boy was in their air and rising higher and higher. She shouted for him to come back but it was clear to all those watching that he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"That fat lump better not look down," Theo said. His hand shielded his eyes from the afternoon sun as he watched the frightened boy grow smaller as he went. "Oh. Wait. Yep, never mind. He looked."

And with that there was a loud screech, a sudden thud, and a long moan. The minute the boy hit the ground, the Gryffindors crowded around him in a circle. Despite their worried expressions, it was clear that the incident surprised none of them. Madam Hooch pushed through the crowed to attend to the injured student. Seconds later she emerged from the circle of students with Longbottom stuck to her side.

"None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.'"

When Madam Hooch was out of earshot, the Slytherin class couldn't hold their laughter in much longer. The chuckles started and couldn't be stopped.

"Did you see his face, the great lump?" Draco said turning to Theo. "Thankfully he had enough fluff to cushion his fall."

"If he hadn't, Hooch would be cleaning up splattered Longbottom instead of taking him to the hospital wing," Blaise said, joining in.

It was then that Draco saw a sparkling ball filled with grey smoke laying on the lawn not far from the group of students. He recognized it as the Remembrall that Longbottom had gotten this morning.

Draco sauntered over to the small clear ball and turned it over in his hands then tossed it up and catching it again with ease. He was just about to toss it to Theo when Potter's voice issued a command from behind him.

"Give that here, Malfoy," Potter demanded, a slight tremor in this voice.

Draco chuckled humorously.

"Just for that, why don't I put it somewhere for Longbottom to find?" He grabbed for the handle of his broom and looked at the shocked faces of the Gryffindors with delight.

Before he know it, he was 20 feet above his classmates, a Rememberall in his tight grip. At first, Draco wasn't even sure he knew exactly what he was doing, but then the words of his father's letter came back into his mind.

I think it would be in our best interested if he happened to be "turned away" from the school by the end of term.

It was then that Draco realized that this was his chance to get Potter expelled. As he watched the Gryffindor throw a leg over his broom, Draco realized that this could play out several ways.

The first was that Potter could have no idea how to fly the broom in the first place. He could fall back to the castle grounds from high above and be too injured to continue the school year. As the dark hair boy rose confidently to reach Draco's height, however, it was obvious that flying itself wasn't going to be a problem.

The second scenario was that Potter could be caught by the severe Madam Hooch when she got back, sent straight to the headmaster's office, and expelled just as he father wanted. For that to happen, however, Draco knew that he would have to keep Potter in the air long enough for the professor to get all the way back from the hospital wing. He could do that.

"What's wrong, Potter," Draco jeered. "Daddy didn't teach you how to ride a broomstick?"

The Slytherins below cheered at Draco's taunts and he could feel the power associated with the loyalty and approval of his classmates spread through his chest. It was this approval that made him want to show off just a little bit more.

As Draco took off full speed toward the castle, however, that feeling was replaced by uncertainty as he saw the extent of Potter's flying skills.

What the bloody Hell, he thought as he picked up speed. Potter's command of a broomstick was not something that he anticipated.

Draco sped towards the castle and just as he was about to collide with it made a sharp angled turn upwards, seeming to climb the stone wall. He could feel the wind rushing past him, and he smiled smugly, looking back at Potter who had slowed slightly to avoid crashing into a bloody mess.

"Maybe if you had Longbottom's Rememberall you would have remembered that you were better off on the ground with the muggle-born scum that make up the majority of your house, Potter," Malfoy sneered.

Potter growled angrily at Draco and charged him suddenly, easily maneuvering his broom to gain his lost distance.

Caught off guard, Draco barely had time to swerve out of the way. Now it was the Gryffindors who were cheering below. Anger bubbled in Draco's chest then.

He looked below prepared to hurtle a stream of curses to the clapping students below him. That's when he saw Theodore looking towards the castle with a look of worry on his face. His was the only face not turned to the sky. The only student who realized that Madam Hooch was exiting the castle.

From the looks of things, she hadn't realized that two of her first year students were currently engaged in the same behavior she had prohibited. Draco realized then that there was a third outcome to this plan.

The third scenario was that they would both be caught off the ground. They would both be sent to the headmaster's office. They would both be expelled.

Well, they would both be threatened with expulsion. Draco had his father. As a member of Hogwarts Board of Governors and a person of high influence at the ministry, it was unlikely that Lucius would allow his son to be expelled. Potter on the other hand had nothing. No parents, no connections, no real knowledge of the wizarding world in which he found himself a part of.

However, Draco did not wish to disappoint his father. Despite the fact that he wasn't fond of his father's ridiculous request, he did oddly desire to make his father see that he was someone to be proud of, that he wasn't just a mess up that played with muggleborns in the streets or shrunk away every time his father's more "sinister" comrades came around the house.

It was then that the idea struck him. He drew his arm back and chucked the Rememberall as far as he could. It hurtled toward the castle straight towards the top of the tower that Madam Hooch was exiting.

Potter would have to make a decision. Let his porky friend's possession crash into a thousand shards and avoid the eyes of their professor or save the Rememberall and be caught in the act of flying.

It was obvious even before Potter's broom zoomed towards the building which he would choose. Draco knew his type. Heroic. Show off. Always doing things for the good of others. An easy way to lose sight of who you truly were, according to this father.

As Potter raced in the direction of his imminent expulsion, Draco quickly lowered back to the ground and went to rejoin the Slytherin students as if nothing had ever happened.

"What the hell were you thinking," Theo hissed as Draco feet touched down on the law beside him. "You could have gotten expelled if you had stayed up there any longer."

"Chill out, mate," Draco responded. "All part of the plan."

Theo rolled his eyes. Draco had filled him in on Lucius's request earlier in the week once the common room had cleared out for the night. While Theo agreed with his best friend that the idea to get Potter expelled was mental, he also knew what it was like to have a father that expected certain things from a son- more importantly- an only heir to the family name.

"Well, all I ask is that you don't get expelled in the process," Theo said, an edge of concern in his voice. He nodded over to Crabbe and Goyle standing nearby. "I don't fancy being left alone in this place with the likes of these idiots."

Draco laughed as he looked over at the two boys to their left. One was clearly eating a very messy chocolate treat out of the pocket of his robes, while the other sniffed the air in search of the chocolatey smell.

"Having powerful families means that we are above those petty worries," Draco replied confidently. "Now if only we could find some powerful allies as well."

It was then that they heard the sharp trill of Professor McGonagall across the lawn.

"HARRY POTTER!"

The boys looked over to the far side of the lawn. The Gyffindors had made their way over to where Potter had landed as both McGonagall and Hooch approached. Other than the shriek of Potter's name, Draco and Theodore couldn't hear the conversation that was being had. They could, however, clearly see the look of distress on all their faces. McGonagall took Potter by the arm and pulled him quickly inside the castle. Before the door shut behind them, Draco saw Potter glare back towards the lawn in his direction.

"Mission complete," Draco said under his breath. A triumphant smile on spread across his face.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Reviews are much appreciated…. They help my motivation to write lol

Also, is there any particular questions you want answered about Draco's first year at Hogwarts? Any tie-ins you want to see?