A scene-by-scene recount of what would've happened if Harry had been more charismatic during his 7 years.

The giant and the scrawny boy traipsed slowly up the aisles of Madam Malkin's, looking for good designs- but it was clear neither of them had any taste in fashion. A taller, blond boy sat in the corner, looking very bored.

He was clearly a bureaucrat, what with his cultured tones and smoothed-back hair. It would be wise to make a friend of this one.

"Sorry to bother you…"

Harry made his way over to the boy, smiling a charming grin. "You look like you've got a fantastic taste in fashion…"

The boy smiled. "Yes, of course. It comes with being a pureblood."

"...and I was wondering if you could recommend anything for me? I'm sorry to bother you, my fashion sense is decidedly lacking…"

"Oh, of course. Pick the pitch black with plaid stripes."

Harry grinned, relieved. "Thanks. Are you going to Hogwarts too?"

"Of course. All members of the upper class do."

"Ah. So I take it you're a bureaucrat? I could tell, what with the cultured tone, neatly combed hair.. you do seem a lot more civilized that some other folk I've met."

The blond smiled proudly. "Yes, of course. My name is Draco Malfoy, by the way. And you are…?"

"Harry, Harry Potter."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise.

"Harry Potter?" he echoed. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He held out a hand.

Harry shook it quite vigorously. "The pleasure is mine."

Hogwarts Station

Several Days Later…

Ah, trains. Harry'd always loved them, ever since he'd stolen Dudley's model vehicle. They were amazing really- revolutionary, some would say. He was beyond glad that they didn't take the drab way out (i.e. floo powder) and instead decided to build a billion-dollar system.

It really made things more interesting for the students.

He yawned and stretched out in his apartment, listening for the tell-tale rings of the bell, which would signal the start of the ride. Hm. He checked his watch. 10:59 A.M. was displayed in bold, red letters. He grinned.

"Excellent!"

The door suddenly slid to one side; a small, red-headed boy peeked through. "Sorry, all the other seats are full, may I sit here?"

"But of course!" Harry kept up his charming smile. "Here-"

He cleared out a space next to him; the redhead sat, quite grateful.

"Er…" he cleared his throat. "Thank you… er… ?"

"Harry. Harry Potter."

The boy's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you really?"

"I sure hope so…" Harry replied. "And you are?"

"Ron. Ron Weasley."

The pair shook hands. The door suddenly opened to reveal Draco Malfoy. "Ah, Harry. I've been looking for you."

Ron instantly tensed. "Go away, Draco! You snakes aren't welcome here!"

Draco glared. "Oh, I'm the snake, am I?" he hissed.

Harry held up a hand for silence. "Alright, that's enough. Good to see you again, Draco! Is there anything you need?"

By offering his services, he was temporarily alienating any bad feeling from the boy.

Draco cleared his throat. "Oh, no. I was going to offer you my services, actually. There are certain families you should stay away from, you see. The Weasleys are the worst of the worst. I'll bet that's his grandfather's hand-me-down robes! They're blood traitors, the lot of them." He finished, smirking.

Ron perked up, his hands clenching into fists. Harry forestalled them both.

"Ron's actually quite nice. I'll bet both worlds- the worlds of the rich and poor- encourage different traits. Being fairly poor-" he glanced apologetically at Ron, who shrugged. "-will mean that Ron is more humbled and kind, and will defend his status. Being more cultured-" Draco smiled at this. "means that you have more taste and ideas. It may be better for our society if the rich and the poor intermingle more. I can certainly see the potential if you two brilliant minds work together."

Both boys flushed, quite happy. Harry grinned. All malicious feeling had disappeared from the compartment. It was a brilliant stroke tactically, really.

By comparing both worlds and their benefits, he reminded both of their strengths. Introducing a new idea threw them off their feet, and calling them brilliant minds certainly stroked their ego.

"Er- yes, of course. Maybe I SHOULD get to know you better, Ron. Perhaps not all Weasleys are pigs."

Ron winced at this, but didn't rise to the bait. "Why not? Perhaps not all Malfoys are snobs."

Harry, sensing a firefight, grinned nervously. "Excellent! Draco, do you have your own compartment?"

The blond boy shuffled awkwardly. "Actually, that was partly the reason that I came… I can't seem to find room."

Harry nodded. "That's okay. You're always welcome here, Draco."

Draco, relieved, made his way into the compartment and plopped himself onto a seat.