First off thanks to those who reviewed. I love reviews. You all seem to
love baby Draco and baby Harry playing together. Or just Harry and Draco
playing together! Anyway.hint baby(ish) H and D will return. Soon.
Well here's chapter three, the whole point of which being that Draco DOESN'T love Harry or even like him on any conscious level at this point. This is a manipulation of my original draft in which irritating!Draco kept expressing more fond feelings for Harry (should anyone want to read this I still have it and will e-mail it. Am hoping to fit it in later or at least some of the sentiments expressed cus it did some up where they will be soon quite well. Um, pointless side track, do apologise.) On with chapter three :-)
Chapter Three .And My Life
As far as the rest of my house are concerned the first time I met Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World and all round golden boy was on the Hogwarts Express on the way to start our first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We were set in infamy from that day forth: Potter and Malfoy co-existing in glorious hatred. For that was the day I offered him my friendship and he turned me down flat. More than that, in a most base and rude show of effrontery he insinuated that my friendship was somehow beneath him, that the friendship of a Malfoy was not good enough for him. Hah!
Not that I wanted to be his friend anyway.
Of course to many it seems strange that I offered it at all, after all he is the boy who bought about the downfall of my fathers master. Curiously enough both my parents advocated the friendship. My father pulled me aside before I left for Kings Cross and 'suggested' I approach Harry Potter and seek an alliance - he did not explain why and I was not about to question him. Then, before I entered the platform mother said that she was aware Harry Potter was in my year and I should befriend him. She spoke in the guarded manner she often adopts when people talk of Potter but her eyes showed a determination which influenced me as much as my fathers command.
So there I was, on the train speeding to school, the last words of both my parents not concern for my well being or expressions of sorrow at my going, but commands to befriend a boy I had every reason to dislike.
But father always knows what is best for me so I approached Potter, introduced him to Crabbe and Goyle and offered to assist him on his first foray into the wizarding world en mass. And was cut dead.
Thankfully.
I never wanted to befriend Potter, when Crabbe, Goyle and I went to find him on the train I was looking for an excuse not to carry out my fathers orders, my mothers. desire? And he gave me the excuse I needed. He refused my hand. So I was able instead to adopt the far more satisfactory role of being Potter's nemesis, the scourge of his schoolboy years. And for the last five years I have done it so well. I have fought with him and his friends, insulted his beliefs, criticised his actions and landed him in serious trouble oh so many times.
And father is thrilled.
Of course, he would be happier if I came out on top every once in a while but you can't have everything. And that incident with the hippogriff was most satisfactory. For him.
Mother isn't so thrilled though. She gets this.disappointed air around her whenever I list Potter's many faults and often leaves the room when I begin upon any topic related to him.
As I said before we are infamous, our rivalry is infamous. And that is not purely down to me. He hates me with equal passion. I see him watching me, studying me. Just as I watch him. We have both taken the phrase 'know thine enemy to heart', though it took him slightly longer to realise the importance of this sage piece of advice. And then of course he has to go and get an invisibility cloak and the access all Hogwarts pass that comes with it. Totally unfair, completely unsporting. And that bloody broomstick. Don't even get me started on that. Seriously! Don't rules mean anything where the Boy-With-An-Especially-Thick-Skull is concerned. First years don't play Quidditch. Where is it written that Harry oh so brilliant Potter is the exception to every rule ever made? Nowhere. And I'll thank you to know that I earned my place on the Slytherin team fair and square.
Well, I was helped by the fact that the team is made up of incompetents. Apparently future Death Eaters don't play Quidditch and this little belief narrows down the selection field somewhat. I mean really we have numerous decent players but they refuse to compromise their future status in our Lord's eyes by indulgencing in frivolous entertainment at school.
But I am not labouring under any such delusion. My place at Lord Voldemort's side will be one of greatness for I am a Malfoy and that is what I deserve.
Malfoy's always deserve the best.
The best allies.
And the best enemies.
Which is why I was so glad to be refused by Potter for he is the best enemy, the only enemy who could ever measure up to me. I have other rivals, of course. I am a Slytherin after all and people will insist on challenging my place as house leader. And it is a place I have held since my first year, just as my father is leader of the Death Eaters. But he knows me in a way my house rivals can only dream of because none of them take the trouble to study me. He has the imagination and the creativity they lack. He has a drive and determination fuelled by hatred while theirs is fuelled by greed.
He is Gryffindor to my Slytherin and we fit perfectly, we complete each other in an eternal circle of rivalry which predates all others.
Have written a completely impulsive draft of chapter four already so this should be up really soon. Every time I sit down to do dissertation work I get more ideas so when my dissertations actually finished I'll either dry up (though there's always revision to be distracted from) or I'll write it all really fast.
I'm going to continue this regardless cus its driving me mad (as is my continued us of the word cus) but I am still putting in a shameless request for reviews. Please do as they'll help this not be so naff. Though everytime I read a review I go write another chapter which is not good at the mo but don't let that stop you :-)
Well here's chapter three, the whole point of which being that Draco DOESN'T love Harry or even like him on any conscious level at this point. This is a manipulation of my original draft in which irritating!Draco kept expressing more fond feelings for Harry (should anyone want to read this I still have it and will e-mail it. Am hoping to fit it in later or at least some of the sentiments expressed cus it did some up where they will be soon quite well. Um, pointless side track, do apologise.) On with chapter three :-)
Chapter Three .And My Life
As far as the rest of my house are concerned the first time I met Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, Saviour of the Wizarding World and all round golden boy was on the Hogwarts Express on the way to start our first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We were set in infamy from that day forth: Potter and Malfoy co-existing in glorious hatred. For that was the day I offered him my friendship and he turned me down flat. More than that, in a most base and rude show of effrontery he insinuated that my friendship was somehow beneath him, that the friendship of a Malfoy was not good enough for him. Hah!
Not that I wanted to be his friend anyway.
Of course to many it seems strange that I offered it at all, after all he is the boy who bought about the downfall of my fathers master. Curiously enough both my parents advocated the friendship. My father pulled me aside before I left for Kings Cross and 'suggested' I approach Harry Potter and seek an alliance - he did not explain why and I was not about to question him. Then, before I entered the platform mother said that she was aware Harry Potter was in my year and I should befriend him. She spoke in the guarded manner she often adopts when people talk of Potter but her eyes showed a determination which influenced me as much as my fathers command.
So there I was, on the train speeding to school, the last words of both my parents not concern for my well being or expressions of sorrow at my going, but commands to befriend a boy I had every reason to dislike.
But father always knows what is best for me so I approached Potter, introduced him to Crabbe and Goyle and offered to assist him on his first foray into the wizarding world en mass. And was cut dead.
Thankfully.
I never wanted to befriend Potter, when Crabbe, Goyle and I went to find him on the train I was looking for an excuse not to carry out my fathers orders, my mothers. desire? And he gave me the excuse I needed. He refused my hand. So I was able instead to adopt the far more satisfactory role of being Potter's nemesis, the scourge of his schoolboy years. And for the last five years I have done it so well. I have fought with him and his friends, insulted his beliefs, criticised his actions and landed him in serious trouble oh so many times.
And father is thrilled.
Of course, he would be happier if I came out on top every once in a while but you can't have everything. And that incident with the hippogriff was most satisfactory. For him.
Mother isn't so thrilled though. She gets this.disappointed air around her whenever I list Potter's many faults and often leaves the room when I begin upon any topic related to him.
As I said before we are infamous, our rivalry is infamous. And that is not purely down to me. He hates me with equal passion. I see him watching me, studying me. Just as I watch him. We have both taken the phrase 'know thine enemy to heart', though it took him slightly longer to realise the importance of this sage piece of advice. And then of course he has to go and get an invisibility cloak and the access all Hogwarts pass that comes with it. Totally unfair, completely unsporting. And that bloody broomstick. Don't even get me started on that. Seriously! Don't rules mean anything where the Boy-With-An-Especially-Thick-Skull is concerned. First years don't play Quidditch. Where is it written that Harry oh so brilliant Potter is the exception to every rule ever made? Nowhere. And I'll thank you to know that I earned my place on the Slytherin team fair and square.
Well, I was helped by the fact that the team is made up of incompetents. Apparently future Death Eaters don't play Quidditch and this little belief narrows down the selection field somewhat. I mean really we have numerous decent players but they refuse to compromise their future status in our Lord's eyes by indulgencing in frivolous entertainment at school.
But I am not labouring under any such delusion. My place at Lord Voldemort's side will be one of greatness for I am a Malfoy and that is what I deserve.
Malfoy's always deserve the best.
The best allies.
And the best enemies.
Which is why I was so glad to be refused by Potter for he is the best enemy, the only enemy who could ever measure up to me. I have other rivals, of course. I am a Slytherin after all and people will insist on challenging my place as house leader. And it is a place I have held since my first year, just as my father is leader of the Death Eaters. But he knows me in a way my house rivals can only dream of because none of them take the trouble to study me. He has the imagination and the creativity they lack. He has a drive and determination fuelled by hatred while theirs is fuelled by greed.
He is Gryffindor to my Slytherin and we fit perfectly, we complete each other in an eternal circle of rivalry which predates all others.
Have written a completely impulsive draft of chapter four already so this should be up really soon. Every time I sit down to do dissertation work I get more ideas so when my dissertations actually finished I'll either dry up (though there's always revision to be distracted from) or I'll write it all really fast.
I'm going to continue this regardless cus its driving me mad (as is my continued us of the word cus) but I am still putting in a shameless request for reviews. Please do as they'll help this not be so naff. Though everytime I read a review I go write another chapter which is not good at the mo but don't let that stop you :-)