What an idiot

When the first year ended the train to took all the students back to the station in Londen so their parents could pick them up.

'Damn, the first school year wasn't really what I expected…' Draco thought, he was still disappointed that Slytherin didn't win the house cup. But he was more disappointed to find out everyone, mostly in his own house, wanted to be a Malfoy's friend. He actually wanted that, yes, but not like that. Not wanting to be a Malfoy's friend but just wanting to be Draco's friend.

And what they did wasn't trying to be friends, Draco knew that because no friend would do everything his friend asked, or for that matter follow him around ALL THE BLOODY TIME! It was very frustrating, also very lonely, again. 'Well everyone except the Gryffindors of course, especially Harry Pot-

'NO, no, no! Stop thinking about him!' Draco wanted to stop himself but the name Harry was already in his mind, not wanting to get out. 'Dammit, of course, bloody Harry Potter! That idiotic, stupid, hero Potter.' Draco thought outraged. 'Ow, I'm so much better than the rest, Potter! Nope, not even giving Draco a chance to be friends, Potter! Stupid brainless, bloodsucking, Potter!'

'ARG, I just ha-ha-hat…

Draco only noticed his tears then, falling down his cheek. He was almost home, not needing to worry about school, or friends, or Potter, he just needed to calm down and get himself together and everything would be alright.

Draco knew that as soon as he was out of the train, he needed to run to his mother and get back home as fast as possible. His father absolutely despised having to go to the muggle world to pick up his son, so as soon as he was out, they were going back right away.

'Home!' Draco thought happily and he fell down on his bed. Not caring he should unpack his stuff. He was just inhaling the familiar scent of his home. It felt so good to be home, to go back to the place he belonged. 'Yep, home is where a werewolf truly can relax.' He thought to himself.

"Master Draco, are you coming down for dinner," Holly asked. "And you should unpack your stuff."

"Thank you, Holly I sure will," Draco said, and Holly walked back downstairs. Draco wanted to follow but could hear his father in his office talking to someone.

Draco was of course immediately interested in what was going on, his mother always told him he was a very curious child, so he walked to the door looking through the keyhole.

He saw his father talking in a commanding tone to Dobby, one of their other house-elves. But Dobby was Lucius' personal one, the one who did all the dirty work for his father and probably also the one that was the most poorly treated.

Draco put his ear on the keyhole and listened to what they were saying.

"But master, why would you care if mister Potter would go to school next year?" Dobby asked carefully.

"That doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that YOU will make sure he doesn't!" Lucius said and stormed to the door.

Draco was quick enough to realize this and stood up, taking a couple of steps back to his room. Lucius' office opened and Lucius gave a glare to Dobby. "And don't you dare to fuck this up!" He hissed. "Ah, Draco didn't see you there, well come on let's go to eat."

That evening Draco lay on his back, on his bed staring at the ceiling. 'Why would my father want to stop Potter from going to school? I mean it doesn't make sense.' He thought. 'What could Potter have done to piss off my dad? I mean, he's an idiot, yes he doesn't want to be friends with his only son but my father wouldn't fuss about that, hate him yes, but keeping him from going to school?

Draco was thinking about anything Potter could've done, but he went off the track.

'Oh, it just looked so cool when he jumped off of that wall and caught the snitch, or when he-

…

'WHY AM I DOING THIS!' Draco stopped thinking and went straight to bed.

The next school year was approaching and Draco had spent all summer thinking about Harry FUCKING Potter.

"Draco, are you coming I need to take care of some things in Knockturn Alley, and since it's close to Diagon Alley we could buy your school stuff on the way," Lucius said to his son.

"Of course father," Draco said.

When they were in Knockturn alley they went to a strange shop. Draco looked inside and saw weird things inside, blooming up his curiosity.

When he walked inside he looked over to a small statue, touching it. His fathers' cane stopped him and said, "Don't touch anything, Draco." In a stern tone.

"Yes, father," Draco said, walking after his dad looking around him when he stopped in his tracks. He smelled the air, and what he smelled was absolutely delicious. It kind of reminded him of Potter-

'Great now I'm really starting to go crazy.' Draco thought, but couldn't help himself and take another whiff of the scent. He followed the scent towards some sort of sarcophagus. He touched the outside of it wanting to open it. Before his father stopped him.

"What did I say?" Lucius asked.

"Touch nothing," Draco answered.

"Exactly," Lucius said.

"Sorry father," Draco said.

"Come on we're going," Lucius said.

Draco took another glance at the sarcophagus and then walked out of the shop with his father.

A moment later they were at a busy bookstore with a guy giving autographs.

'I heard about him, mainly about how stupid he is.' Draco thought, looking at the man when that scent from earlier hit him. He looked over to see who it was and of course, who was standing there? Harry Potter!

'Dammit! And I thought he couldn't smell any better!' Draco thought frustrated, but he became more frustrated when he heard that thought. 'FUCKING… just ignore him Draco, and everything will be okay.' He said to himself.

Harry was grabbed by the idiotic man, who was talking about his book and how much Harry loved it and Draco tried not to laugh out loud. He couldn't help it! Harry's face was just so funny and with so much confusion.

When it was over Draco walked down the stairs.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." Draco said, he was trying to make it teasing but it came out wrong… again.

"Leave him alone! He didn't want all of that!" A red-headed girl said.

'Redheaded, walking in worn-out clothes, must be a Weasley again.' Draco thought jealousy taking over him (not that he would ever admit he was jealous).

"Look, Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend," Draco said.

Draco was sitting on the train looking at the scenery outside, he was thinking about what Hagrid said, "Rotten to the core, the whole family…

Draco knew his family wasn't the nicest but that was just hurtful. He didn't want to be so mean to the Weasley's, not even the Mudblood, but he had no choice especially since his father was right next to him.

Draco just decided to shake it off, and move on. He looked back outside and saw… a flying car? And in it were, at least Draco thought it were, Weasley and Potter.

'Wtf?'

When morning came Draco was in the Great Hall looking over at the Gryffindor table, where Weasley got a howler. It was very amusing seeing Weasley go almost as red as his hair from embarrassment.

He already guessed why he got the howler in the first place and he looked over at Harry, who was, strange enough, staring at him. Draco felled his cheeks turn pink.

'Stop it! Why would you get all flustered from Potter just staring at you! Get yourself together!' Draco mentally yelled at himself.

But while Draco was mentally scolding himself, Harry just kept staring with a small smile, that when he noticed, shook off and looked back at Ron. Draco, who didn't catch any of this, kept scolding himself.

'Come on Draco, what are you doing?!'

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Me! Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Mos-Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" Lockhart said, in a smug tone.

'Yep, clearly an idiot.' Draco thought.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books. Well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about. Just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in."

Lockhart began handing out papers.

When Draco looked at the questions, he was stunned.

"Not only an idiot but a narcissist too," Draco whispered to himself which got a chuckle from the other side of the room. Draco looked up to see who it was and saw Potter trying to keep his laugh under control.

"You have thirty minutes. And start…now! "Tut, tut. Hardly any of you remembered my favorite color is lilac. But Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair care potions. Good girl." Lockhart said. "Now... be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourself facing your own worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here." Lockhart said and he walked over to a cage with a blanket on top. "I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them." Lockhart said.

Draco was standing in the courtyard talking with his new teammates when the captain of Griffendor team started walking towards them with the golden trio following him. "Clear out, Flint! I booked the pitch for Gryffindor today." The captain said.

"Easy, Wood. I've got a note." Flint said and took out the note professor Snape gave them.

"I, Professor Severus Snape, do hereby give the Slytherin team permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker." The captain said.

"You've got a new Seeker, who?"

Draco walked from behind his teammates and looked over at Potter. Feeling quite smug that he made Harry's eyes bulge out as much as they were now.

"Draco?" Harry asked.

"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year." Draco said showing off his brand new shoes that were specially designed for seekers.

"Those are Nimbus Two Thousand Ones!" Ron said in awe.

"A generous gift from Draco's father," Flint said.

"That's right, Weasley. You see, unlike some, my father can afford to buy the best." Draco said smugly. He knew what he said was awful, but he knew that if he wanted some peace in his mind, that he needed to do this.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." Hermione said.

"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood," Draco said, but with her it was another story, if he just let it pass the story would soon come to his father, who would be totally pissed off if his son ever got insulted by a Mudblood and not insult with anything in return.

Everyone looked stunned and the twin brothers Weasley instantly flew for Draco's throat, but their captain stopped him.

"Save it for the match." He said.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!" Ron said and took out his broken wand and said, " Eat slugs!"

His plan immediately backfired and Ron was taking away to Hagrid's hut.

Draco felt terrible but looked like he didn't care. He just hoped the redhead hadn't hurt himself too bad. But Draco was more surprised that Potter just stood there, looking utterly confused.

Hey :)

So there you go, a new chapter. I know you guys are kinda used that I post a new chapter every day but it's got a bit busier. But I will at least post one chapter per week. ;)

next chapter we go back to Harry's p.o.v