Chapter Two
The day that Draco and Allison got their letters from Hogwarts they went wild. Allison and her parents celebrated by dancing around the kitchen. Draco didn't celebrate with his parents. His father was disappointed because he wanted Draco to go to Durmstrang, and his mother wasn't home.
"Can I go to Allison's house?" Draco asked his father.
"Yes, you may go," Lucius said, obviously in a bad mood.
Draco sighed and left the room. He went into the living room, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and stepped into the empty fireplace.
"Taylors' Mansion!" he called out, and dropped the floo powder.
Draco disappeared into green flames.
Taylors Mansion
Allison was waiting in her living room, knowing Draco was coming. She knew his father wouldn't approve and that he would come to her house. When Draco fell into her living room from the fire place, she started to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco demanded, trying to get the ashes off of his robes.
"You always look so funny when you come out of there," Allison giggled.
Draco glared at her and flopped onto the couch. Allison sighed.
"Are you alright?" she asked, going to sit next to Draco.
"No, father wanted me to go to Durmstrang," Draco replied.
Allison placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and felt him tense up.
"Draco, you can't let your father run your life. You have to stand up for yourself," she told him.
Draco got up and started to pace around the room. Just as he was about to say something, Allison's mother came in to the room.
"Oh, Draco! How nice of you to come by. Would you like to stay for lunch?" Kimmie asked.
"Yeah, thanks," Draco attempted to smile.
On September first, Draco and Allison stood on Platform 9 ¾ staring up at the Hogwarts Express.
"It's beautiful," Allison gasped.
Draco snickered at his friend and got onto the train. Allison ran after him and followed him into a compartment. There were three other students inside already.
"Allison, I'm not sure you've met them yet. This is Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson," Draco said, introducing everyone.
Allison smiled at each of them and sat down next to Draco. They all talked about what their fathers did as the train made its way to Hogwarts. A couple hours later, a chubby boy opened the door.
"Can I help you?" Draco asked, annoyed.
"I'm sorry, but have you seen my toad? He's disappeared," the boy said.
"No, we haven't seen your disgusting toad," Draco snapped and shut the door in the boy's face.
Crabbe and Goyle started to laugh and Pansy just crossed her arms over her chest. Allison rolled her eyes and to her disappointment, Draco saw her.
"You can't roll your eyes at me. I'm your best friend," he said in mock anger.
Allison stuck her tongue out at him. She got up and opened the door because there was a commotion in the hallway. Someone was talking about Harry Potter coming to Hogwarts. She tried to hear more, but there was too much noise. She closed the door and turned around.
"Harry Potter is on the train," she announced.
Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
"I heard my father talking about him. He's the one that made You-Know-Who go into hiding 11 years ago," he told her.
Allison shrugged and sat down.
"So? What's so special about him?" she demanded.
"I don't know," Draco replied.
When they got to the school, a woman was waiting for them. She led them all up a lot of stairs and then they stopped at a pair of giant doors.
"Now, in a few moments, you'll go through these doors and join your classmates. First, you will be sorted into four houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Wait here," she said, and went through the doors.
Draco looked up at the front of the stairs.
"So it's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts," he smirked.
Some of the students began to whisper. Harry Potter and a red-headed boy turned around.
"This is Crabbe, Goyle, and Allison," Draco said. He walked to Harry. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
The red-headed boy started to laugh. Draco turned to him and glared.
"Think my name's funny, do you? I've no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley," Draco turned to Harry again. "You'll soon find that some families are better than others, Potter. I can help you there," Draco put his hand out.
Harry looked down at Draco's hand, and then up at Draco.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks," he said.
Draco glared at Harry, and then felt something hit his shoulder. He turned around to see the woman again.
"We're ready for you now," she told them.
All the first years walked through the doors and saw all the other students waiting for them. The woman stopped at a stool with a raggedy old hat on it.
"Now, when I call your name, you will come up and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head," she said.
She started calling names, and then she got to Draco's name.
"Draco Malfoy!" she said.
Draco smirked and went up to the stool. He sat down and just before the Sorting Hat touched his head; it called out, "Slytherin!"
Draco walked to Slytherin table and sat down.
"Harry Potter!"
Every single person in the Great Hall leaned forward, anxious to see which house Harry would be placed in. He sat down and had the hat put on his head. After what seemed like forever the hat finally called out, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table cheered louder than anyone. Draco sat quietly with Crabbe and Goyle waiting for Allison to be sorted.
"Allison Taylors!"
Allison tensed up and walked slowly towards the stool. She felt as if she was facing judgment. She sat down and felt the hat being placed on her head.
Hmmm, you're very difficult, the hat whispered into her ear. I think I know just where to put you, Slytherin!
Allison let out a breath of the relief and almost ran to Slytherin table. She sat next to Draco and smiled at him.
"That hat thing told me I was difficult," she whispered.
"Must not have been that difficult," Draco joked.
After the feast, all the students were taken to their common rooms. The Slytherins' common room was in the dungeons of the castle. When they got there, the prefect at the head of the group said the password. They all climbed into the portrait hole and into the common room. Everything was green, silver, or black, which were Slytherin colours to begin with.
"This is amazing," someone said.
"Yeah, I'm impressed with the colours," another student said.
Allison just stood there with Draco. Both had seen better, seeing as their families were incredibly rich.
Throughout the year, Draco and Harry fought. Their own fight made the feud between Slytherin and Gryffindor houses even harder to overcome. All the Slytherins hated all the Gryffindors and all the Gryffindors hated all the Slytherins. It was easy for students from one house to hate students from the other house because the houses generally only made friends with students from their own houses.
One day, Allison was sitting by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid skim across. She didn't hear when someone walked up behind her.
"Can I sit with you?" it was Harry Potter.
Allison shrugged.
"Sure, I guess, don't see why you would want to, Potter," she sighed.
Harry sat down next to Allison and looked at her.
"How come you're friends with the likes of Malfoy?" Harry asked.
Allison scoffed.
"We've been best friends since we were five years old," she told him.
"But why? Wasn't he a prat before?" Harry demanded.
"Draco has always been a prat, but he's my best friend. I've learned to live with it. If you would have given him a chance, you would see that he isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be," Allison told him.
"Somehow I doubt that very much," Harry said, and got up.
"You're the prat, Potter," Allison stood up and glared at Harry.
"And why is that? Because I didn't want to be friends with your precious boyfriend?" Harry snapped.
Allison grabbed a rock and flung it at Harry.
"He is NOT my boyfriend!" she yelled, and walked away.
Allison stormed in to the Slytherin common room and sat in front of the fire. Draco was confused.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked.
"Nothing. Stupid Potter," Allison muttered.
"What did Potter do now?" Draco wanted to know.
"He called you my boyfriend," Allison replied.
"And you're mad at him?" Draco asked, really confused.
"Yes!" Allison snapped.
"Oh, well then. I'll let you sulk," Draco said, upset.
Draco left and Allison just stared into the fire.
A/N: I know that there isn't much about the first year, but everything will get better, I promise!!