A/N: Hey it's me again! I decided to once again try and write another Harry
Potter story. I mea it took me long enough. I thought I try to write not
only about Harry but everyone's favorite Slytherin, Draco Malfoy! Sorry
though it's not a slash. Please remember I do not own Harry or his friends
in the book. But I just rented them for about a few days. So please R&R
because no one ever responds to my stories(
Getting to Know You
By SparkleMoonBunny
Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table picking with his dinner. For some reason the beef casserole didn't seem that appealing to him tonight. But, then again he did have a rather horrible day to begin with. Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's two goons, sat across from him and watched him pick up a piece of beef with his fork and drop back into his plate over and over again. Sensing he was being watched the blond boy cast cold grey eyes upon them. "What are you two staring at?" he challenged. The two idiots shook their heads and cast their heads down. "Nothing. Just that you look mad," Crabbe with his shaggy brown hair falling into his bent face. "Yeah," Goyle agreed. Malfoy grunted and turned around to look behind him. He glanced over the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables till his came to Gryffindor's. He watched disgruntled as the young witches and wizards ate their dinner and chatted merrily with their friends. But Draco's blood pressure rose as he watched one particular wizard chatting and laughing with his friends. Potter. Usually Draco would come over to Potter's table and throw all kinds of insults at him but tonight he had no other option then to keep to himself. It wasn't too long ago that both boys were in the halls fighting and he, Draco Malfoy had gotten into trouble by that hag McGonagall. He and the rest of the Slytherins were walking back to the castle from Hagrid's Care of Magical Creature's Class laughing up a storm. "Did you see Weasley burn his fingers?" Pansy Parkinson called out wiping her eyes. The rest of the Slytherins grew into a rage of laughs and some fell on the ground laughing hard. "Yeah," agreed Malfoy. "Weasley had to be rushed to the hospital wing! I wonder if his parents can afford to pay the medical costs?" Upon hearing this the group grew even louder and didn't realize that Harry Potter was standing behind them with a grim look on his face. "That's not funny Malfoy," he warned standing behind Draco. Malfoy stopped laughing and a devilish grin crept across his face. He spun and faced Harry. "Oh really, Potter? Well I thought it was very humorous. It isn't everyday that muggle associating, Weasley, scorches his fingers," the blond boy said smugly. Draco then folded his arms and smiled maliciously. His pale blond hair reflected the afternoon Sun and his brilliant black robes flapped lazily in the wind. The rest of the Slytherins with mouths gaped, stood in a group and watched to see if there would be a fight. Harry dropped his book bag and stepped closer to his nemesis till they were eye to eye. "Take that back," Harry snarled. Green eyes meeting grey ones, Malfoy's smile grew wider. "Make me." Harry then lost it and before Malfoy knew what was happening, Harry had him on the ground and was punching him in the face and stomach. Draco used all his strength and managed to pry Potter off him. Then he threw a punch to Harry's jaw. Harry rolled on the ground clutching his jaw. Draco saw this and threw out his foot to kick him but was pulled down by the Boy Who Lived. Malfoy fell unto his back and Harry gave him one hard blow to the stomach. The rest of the Slytherins gathered around them forming a circle. They began chanting out "Fight! Fight" and words of encouragement to Draco. Not about to be made a fool of, Malfoy punched Harry hard in the nose causing his glasses to break. "You stupid prat! You broke my glasses," Harry called out blindly clutching his bleeding nose. "Oh cry me a river, Potter," Malfoy spat out wiping his bleeding lip. "You had it coming! In fact I'd fight you- "What's this I hear about fighting?" a female voice interrupted. The Slytherins, Malfoy, and Harry all turned around only to face Professor McGonagall. Draco went pale and stood up dusting off his robes. "You heard wrong, professor! Me and Potter weren't fighting we were- McGonagall held up her hand to silence him then turned to face the group of onlookers. "There is nothing further to see so I suggest you all head up to your next lessons. As for you two," the witch said facing Draco and Harry. "I want you both to follow me." With that, the group dispersed and Draco was given detention for starting the fight while Harry received a warning. "Stupid Potter" Draco muttered to his plate and cast it aside. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and set it back down on the table. Perhaps it's better if I just go on to bed, he thought sorely to himself. Draco started to get up when he heard chiming coming from the staff table. Malfoy looked up and saw Dumbledore tapping his fork against his cup. Dumbledore smiled and cleared his throat, "If I could have everyone's attention?" The room suddenly grew quiet and all eyes fell upon the headmaster. "That's better," Dumbledore started and put down his fork and cup. "I have one announcement before you all head up to your quarters." Make it quick then, Malfoy thought clearly not wanting to be in the Hall. "Tomorrow as you know is Saturday and our usual weekend trips to Hogsmeade don't actually begin till next weekend. But, because the weather has been so pleasant lately, I decided that all those in fourth year and above could go tomorrow if the want. That is all. Now off to bed," he said. Malfoy along with the rest of the school all trudged up to their dormitories and began to prepare to go to bed. Malfoy finished brushing his teeth and crawled into bed. "Hey Draco! You going tomorrow?" asked York Harrison a sixth year, sleepily. The silver-eyed boy shrugged and flopped down into his bed. "Maybe."
A/N: so how do you like that so far? I know it isn't a lot but this is just the beginning. I plan to write only four chapters. I'll have the 2nd posted by tomorrow if I can or Saturday because right now I'm tooo tired. R&R
Getting to Know You
By SparkleMoonBunny
Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table picking with his dinner. For some reason the beef casserole didn't seem that appealing to him tonight. But, then again he did have a rather horrible day to begin with. Crabbe and Goyle, Draco's two goons, sat across from him and watched him pick up a piece of beef with his fork and drop back into his plate over and over again. Sensing he was being watched the blond boy cast cold grey eyes upon them. "What are you two staring at?" he challenged. The two idiots shook their heads and cast their heads down. "Nothing. Just that you look mad," Crabbe with his shaggy brown hair falling into his bent face. "Yeah," Goyle agreed. Malfoy grunted and turned around to look behind him. He glanced over the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables till his came to Gryffindor's. He watched disgruntled as the young witches and wizards ate their dinner and chatted merrily with their friends. But Draco's blood pressure rose as he watched one particular wizard chatting and laughing with his friends. Potter. Usually Draco would come over to Potter's table and throw all kinds of insults at him but tonight he had no other option then to keep to himself. It wasn't too long ago that both boys were in the halls fighting and he, Draco Malfoy had gotten into trouble by that hag McGonagall. He and the rest of the Slytherins were walking back to the castle from Hagrid's Care of Magical Creature's Class laughing up a storm. "Did you see Weasley burn his fingers?" Pansy Parkinson called out wiping her eyes. The rest of the Slytherins grew into a rage of laughs and some fell on the ground laughing hard. "Yeah," agreed Malfoy. "Weasley had to be rushed to the hospital wing! I wonder if his parents can afford to pay the medical costs?" Upon hearing this the group grew even louder and didn't realize that Harry Potter was standing behind them with a grim look on his face. "That's not funny Malfoy," he warned standing behind Draco. Malfoy stopped laughing and a devilish grin crept across his face. He spun and faced Harry. "Oh really, Potter? Well I thought it was very humorous. It isn't everyday that muggle associating, Weasley, scorches his fingers," the blond boy said smugly. Draco then folded his arms and smiled maliciously. His pale blond hair reflected the afternoon Sun and his brilliant black robes flapped lazily in the wind. The rest of the Slytherins with mouths gaped, stood in a group and watched to see if there would be a fight. Harry dropped his book bag and stepped closer to his nemesis till they were eye to eye. "Take that back," Harry snarled. Green eyes meeting grey ones, Malfoy's smile grew wider. "Make me." Harry then lost it and before Malfoy knew what was happening, Harry had him on the ground and was punching him in the face and stomach. Draco used all his strength and managed to pry Potter off him. Then he threw a punch to Harry's jaw. Harry rolled on the ground clutching his jaw. Draco saw this and threw out his foot to kick him but was pulled down by the Boy Who Lived. Malfoy fell unto his back and Harry gave him one hard blow to the stomach. The rest of the Slytherins gathered around them forming a circle. They began chanting out "Fight! Fight" and words of encouragement to Draco. Not about to be made a fool of, Malfoy punched Harry hard in the nose causing his glasses to break. "You stupid prat! You broke my glasses," Harry called out blindly clutching his bleeding nose. "Oh cry me a river, Potter," Malfoy spat out wiping his bleeding lip. "You had it coming! In fact I'd fight you- "What's this I hear about fighting?" a female voice interrupted. The Slytherins, Malfoy, and Harry all turned around only to face Professor McGonagall. Draco went pale and stood up dusting off his robes. "You heard wrong, professor! Me and Potter weren't fighting we were- McGonagall held up her hand to silence him then turned to face the group of onlookers. "There is nothing further to see so I suggest you all head up to your next lessons. As for you two," the witch said facing Draco and Harry. "I want you both to follow me." With that, the group dispersed and Draco was given detention for starting the fight while Harry received a warning. "Stupid Potter" Draco muttered to his plate and cast it aside. He took a sip of his pumpkin juice and set it back down on the table. Perhaps it's better if I just go on to bed, he thought sorely to himself. Draco started to get up when he heard chiming coming from the staff table. Malfoy looked up and saw Dumbledore tapping his fork against his cup. Dumbledore smiled and cleared his throat, "If I could have everyone's attention?" The room suddenly grew quiet and all eyes fell upon the headmaster. "That's better," Dumbledore started and put down his fork and cup. "I have one announcement before you all head up to your quarters." Make it quick then, Malfoy thought clearly not wanting to be in the Hall. "Tomorrow as you know is Saturday and our usual weekend trips to Hogsmeade don't actually begin till next weekend. But, because the weather has been so pleasant lately, I decided that all those in fourth year and above could go tomorrow if the want. That is all. Now off to bed," he said. Malfoy along with the rest of the school all trudged up to their dormitories and began to prepare to go to bed. Malfoy finished brushing his teeth and crawled into bed. "Hey Draco! You going tomorrow?" asked York Harrison a sixth year, sleepily. The silver-eyed boy shrugged and flopped down into his bed. "Maybe."
A/N: so how do you like that so far? I know it isn't a lot but this is just the beginning. I plan to write only four chapters. I'll have the 2nd posted by tomorrow if I can or Saturday because right now I'm tooo tired. R&R