The school was in uproar and it was only eight in the morning. Eight, to be precise, on the second of September; a day in which students should be relatively calm in the effect of new lessons to learn and the sobriety of the cage that is school. However, the rumour had leaked that Harry Potter had come to school, to Hogwarts and was cohabitating and learning along with them. Taken for granted was so much authority and fame that these children shared, all of them having some place or knowing someone with a place in war, that when the real celebrity came it was so shocking and exciting it seemed it was all anybody could think about.

The girls, for example, had already pulled from shelves and old magazines, articles with Harry in them and the boys had a suspicious thought process about this boy, which was quite unnerving. Draco sat and watched the spectacle with tired eyes; he hadn't slept much the night before. His breakfast tasted like ash on his tongue and he knew it was the bitterness he felt towards Harry that put the feeling there.

Harry, in the glory he was shedding, was not even there for breakfast that morning. It was part of the mystery that served to fuel everybody's expectations of him. Harry Potter was a legend amongst boys, no one ever having known him or really heard anything about him before. He was kept rather hidden from the world whilst he grew up, which made it so surreal that he was within Hogwarts now.

Draco scanned the crowd of people, his eyes falling distastefully on Hermione Granger. He hadn't liked that girl much, but kept far away from her because he was rather intimidated with her intelligence. Although he felt rather much the same- covered with distaste for the fact she was that smart- he couldn't help but feel a rush of compassion towards her, the only girl who wasn't indulging in pathetic behaviour over Harry, or pretending like she was interested.

Hermione looked up and caught the eyes of Draco, and with the infuriating knowledgeable look she always had, nodded towards the blonde in recognition. Draco nodded back, not quite pleased with doing so, and went back to his sour breakfast so he at least had something down before Charms that morning.

The lesson started off as normal, even though Professor Flitwick made a slight fuss settle over the classroom when he called out Harry's name to no avail. Draco though this rather bold of the new student, especially as it was the first day for all of them. However the feeling was lost, and to Draco's dismay his sense of pride for attending the lesson was too, as not long after the incident with the register came a striding Harry into the classroom. More importantly, and a fact not lost on anyone, was that Harry was wearing non-uniform dress, with no robe to cover it up.

Maybe, Draco thought, the effect of shock was what his dress was made up with, rather than he wasn't in school clothes. Harry wore tight, very tight, black jeans that didn't fail to make his legs look muscled and skinny. His top was a tight fitting, bright purple affair with black stitch and his shoes were… unconventional. And, Draco thought, boys don't wear makeup. Ever.

Glaring at the stares, Harry sat down and took out his stuff in swift motion. His facial expression was less than happy, and his movements had the most intruging attitude Draco had ever seen but quickly Professor Flitwick, bless him, had contained the attention of the class in order to teach for the day.

"…And the partners will be of your choosing…" Draco caught the end of Flitwicks speech, and looked around the room slowly and silently for someone to partner up with. He really rather he wasn't on his own, but so be it if he was.

And that's when he caught Harry's eyes, who had looked up from his book to check his surroundings. It seemed he did want to be on his own, but before Draco knew it he was up and walking towards Harry. "We need partners, and we're the only ones left without one."

Harry grunted in response, and proceeded to not talk or acknowledge Draco in the slightest. This severely irritated Draco, he was not one to be ignored and try as he might he couldn't get Harry to take any notice of him. A fiery passion to make this boy take note of who he was, and not who his father is, was born inside of Draco then and like acid to skin it consumed him.