Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own this, JK Rowling does. There's only one quote from the book in this part and it's marked with the page number. I'll do that whenever there's a part from the book. Well, tell me what you think.
Chapter 2
The day dawned bright and early. The two Slytherin's let out a groan, neither really wanting to get up. They had potions with Gryffindors that afternoon. It wasn't the potions they weren't looking forward to it was who it was with. Harry crawled out of bed first, stretching. Draco had explained a lot to him over the past days, things about the wizarding world. He learned a lot, not just from his classes but from his blonde haired friend. As they went through their classes they didn't run into any of the Gryffindors, at least not until it was time for potions. Draco and Harry were waiting outside the dungeon class room, waiting for their head of house and teacher to come. It was there that their first true confrontation with the Gryffindors happened.
Draco noticed Ron and Hermione's approach before Harry did. Promptly he elbowed him in the side. Harry looked over and scowled at the approaching Gryffindors, "Well, well, if it isn't the weasel and the mudblood." Draco sneered causing Harry to laugh.
Ron growled at the term mudblood, "How dare you!" He said angrily.
Hermione looked confused, not understanding the term Draco had used, "Confused mudblood?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"What did you expect Harry? Her to understand?" Draco asked his fellow snake.
He shrugged, "She is a book loving nit so I suppose I did."
Ron tried to launch himself at them but was held back by his fellow lions. Hermione looked confused and by the way Ron was reacting she looked hurt. Even without knowing the meaning of mudblood she was hurt. Harry chuckled darkly as he watched the Gryffindors struggle to keep one of their own back, that is until Snape showed up. Harry and Draco looked up at him almost innocently.
"What's going on here?" Snape asked, looking at the group of Gryffindors still holding Ron back.
"He called her a mudblood!" Ron said angrily, referring to Draco.
Draco looked innocent, "You must be hearing things Weasley." He said calmly.
Snape looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes from a moment, a look of recognition passed over his face and it wasn't the recognition that he was the famous Harry Potter, it was a different kind.
"Twenty points from Gryffindor for trying to start a fight." He said, opening the door to his classroom and walking inside.
Ron looked like a fish out of water, he was shocked. Draco and Harry chuckled before walking in and sitting beside each other. Once everyone was seated Snape began a speech on potions. Harry didn't pay much attention, he would once the lesson started but, just like McGonagall's speech earlier in Transfiguration he didn't find a need to pay attention. When Snape began to ask questions was when Harry began to pay attention. Of course asking Ron mad Harry chuckle to himself, not that he would have fared any better. Hermione's hand was waving in the air with each question that he asked Ron. Snape chose to ignore her and answered them himself. Draco and Harry were paired together and began to make their potion, during the course of the class Neville managed to melt the caldron he and a Gryffindor named Seamus were working at. Neville had to be taken to the hospital wing because boils were now covering his body. Throughout the class Snape kept an eye on Harry, he seemed to be trying to figure something out.
Harry scowled, "Draco, do you have any idea why Snape would be looking at me?" He whispered as they continued with their potion.
He shook his head, "No clue." A half smile spread across his face, "Maybe he has a crush on you." Draco's words made Harry shudder, "I was joking."
"I know but that's a disgusting thought."
Soon after he said that class was dismissed, "Let's go get some lunch."
Together they walked to the great hall, talking about nothing special. When they arrived and sat down an owl flew through a window and landed in front of Harry. He raised an eyebrow and took the note.
Dear Harry,
I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three? I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig.
Hagrid (168-169)
Harry rolled his eyes and showed Draco the note, "You're not going to go, are you?" He asked, "See that bloody half-blood?"
"What do you think?" Harry retorted.
Draco chuckled at the look of disgust on his friend's face, "I'll take that as a no."
He nodded and pulled out a quill and ink, quickly writing beneath Hagrid's sloppy writing a simple no. He gave the letter back to his owl and she flew off, "Why would I want to go see that oaf anyway?"
He shrugged, "Your first contact with our world. Not that I blame you for not wanting to see him."
"Hopefully he won't write again."
The day continued on without incident and they returned to their common room to quickly get their homework out of the way. Harry was still trying to figure out why Snape had been looking at him during class, making it hard to do his work. Finally they finished.
"I still don't get it." Harry whispered.
Draco looked at him, "What?"
"Snape. I can't figure it out."
He sighed, "I have no clue what to tell you. Maybe you should just forget about, after all it's not like he's being mean to you." He said, snickering at the way he had treated Ron and Neville during class.
He nodded, "True but I hate not knowing the reason why."
"I know the feeling but there's nothing we can really do about it."
Harry sighed and stretched, "I'm going to bed." He stated, getting up.
"I'll be there in a bit; I need to write my father."
"See you in the morning or sooner if you wake me up before you go to bed." He said, walking into their room.
Draco chuckled as Harry walked into the room. Quickly Harry changed and crawled into bed. He lay there half awake, half asleep, thinking about how Snape had been looking at him.
Draco scowled at the letter he was writing. He wasn't sure what to tell his father, wasn't sure if he should tell him about his friendship with Harry or not. He shrugged and decided he might as well.
Father,
Thus far I've been enjoying school, even befriended Harry Potter. Now, before you tell me that I shouldn't have done that because he was the cause of the Dark Lord's demise I want to say that he really isn't all that bad. I mean, people are calling him the Golden Boy and the savior of the wizarding world. He's not like that, besides, he's in Slytherin. If he had been put in Gryffindor then I might believe what they say but I don't. I know the real him. Professor Snape was looking at him oddly in class today, I have no idea why and Harry's confused about it, we both are. I just thought I should write you; look forward to hearing from you.
Draco
With that done he sealed it and took it to the owlery to send it to his father. Once he had finished that he went to return to the common room only to run into Ron on the way. He was still angry about what Draco had called Hermione earlier, not that Draco cared. When he went to walk past him Ron pulled out his wand.
"Working with hand-me-downs, eh Weasley?" Draco sneered, looking at the battered wand.
Ron growled lowly, "You'll pay Malfoy for calling Hermione a mudblood!" He said angrily.
Draco raised an eyebrow, looking at him calmly, "You're pathetic, you know that?" He asked, "I can't believe that you're actually a pureblood, you don't deserve to be. You're no better then that mudblood you hang out with."
At those words Ron snapped and punched the blonde pureblood. Draco growled, vowing to get him back but not wanting to get in trouble for it. Ron on the other hand was foolish as at that moment Professor McGonagall was walking down the hall and saw Ron hit Draco.
"Mr. Weasley!" She said angrily, trying to get his attention before he hit Draco again.
Ron stopped in mid swing and looked up at her, "P-Professor…" He said, trailing off as his head of house looked at him angrily.
She looked disappointed in him, "Thirty points from Gryffindor and detention Mr. Weasley. I am very disappointed with you. Tomorrow you will report to Mr. Filch for detention at seven, understand?" Ron nodded, "Now get off of Mr. Malfoy and go to the common room."
Slowly he complied, shooting venomous glances at Draco as he walked away. Draco glared after him, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, "You can be sure that my father will hear about this." He said icily, getting to his feet.
"Are you alright Mr. Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall asked, looking at the blood that had trickled from his mouth.
"I'm fine." He growled, "I'm going to bed."
"Perhaps you should get that looked at."
He shook his head, "Thank you for your concern professor but I assure you that I'm fine." He said before walking to the dungeons.
Snarling softly to himself he walked into his room, intent on waking up Harry to tell him what happened. Harry was already awake, lying in bed, looking up at the canopy, "Hey Draco what's up?" He asked, not looking over at him.
"That git, Weasley hit me."
Harry scowled, sitting up to see him, "Wow, why'd you let him do that?" He laughed.
He growled, "I didn't let him, he just did it because I told him he was no better then that mudblood Granger."
Harry laughed, "So he hit you for telling the truth? Did you hit him back?"
"No way. McGonagall showed up and gave him detention." He said, cleaning up his face, "I bit my tongue though."
"So that's where the blood came from."
"Yeah…" He sighed, "Let's go to bed, I need rest so I can plot my revenge."
"I'll help you in the morning." Harry yawned.
Draco sighed and changed, crawling into bed, "Good night."
"Night Drac." He mumbled, falling asleep.