Okay, so here's the second part of the two for one deal on chapters today. Both short, both a little pants but both getting to Harry and Draco finally meeting.

4. Meetings and confrontations

"Ah, Severus, good morning," said the principal as he shook Severus' hand in the hallway in front of his office.

"Morning."

"And this must be your nephew."

"Yes. Draco, this is Albus Dumbledore, he is to be your new principal. Mr Dumbledore, this is Draco Malfoy."

"Nice to meet your Mr Malfoy."

"You too," replied Draco, falling back into his well bred manners as he shook Dumbledore's hand.

The principal was unlike anyone Draco had ever seen before, except perhaps in Camden in London. He had long, silver hair that fell halfway down his back and an equally long silver beard. His small, wire framed glasses sat on the end of his nose.

"Do come in."

Draco reluctantly followed Dumbledore and his uncle into the small, yet surprisingly comfortable office. They sat in the blue cushioned chairs and Dumbledore pulled a folder from a drawer in his desk.

"So...you got into a bit of trouble at your old school, didn't you Draco?"

"Yes sir."

"Hmm...ah well, nothing that can't be over looked. After all, this is a new school, a new country for you. I'm sure leaves can be overturned."

"Yes sir."

"Right, enough of that. I'm sure we won't have repeat performances. Now, I have your timetable here. It's simple enough, the classes are written out as are the rooms they are in and at what times. If you have any problems yu can come and ask me, or any other teacher or, of course, your uncle."

"Thank you sir."

"Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think so."

"Good. Now, I'll find someone to show you around the school and you can join classes once you're finished."

All three stood up and Draco shook the principal's hand again. Dumbledore opened his office door and his face lit up as a student hurried past.

"Harry! Could I borrow you for a moment?"

A tall, broad, dark haired boy appeared in the doorway, ripped black bag covered in writing slung over his shoulder and his green eyes sparkling. "Yes Mr Dumblemore?"

"Potter?" inquired Severus, a sneer clearly evident in his voice.

"Yes, Severus. Is there a problem?"

"No. I must go back to class now. I'll take you home later Draco."

"'Kay."

Severus left and Draco looked critically at the other boy.

"Anyway, Harry, I was wondering if you would be kind enough to show round a new student we have with us today?"

"But what about my lessons?"

"I shall excuse you from them until you are finished."

"Okay."

"Brilliant. Harry, this is Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Harry Potter. He'll be in your senior class with you."

"Hey," said Harry, looking Draco up and down.

"Hi," replied Draco, uncomfortable under Harry's gaze.

"Right, off you go then. If you have any questions I'm sure Harry can answer them for you."

They left Dumbledore's office and Harry had another look at Draco before turning on his heel and beginning to walk.

"Come on, if I have to show you around I'm going to make it quick."

"Don't feel obliged to show me around if it ruins your schedule," sneered Draco, already starting to fell dislike for the other boy. "Oblige. There's a long word," grinned Harry, completely unphased by Draco's less than friendly tone. "Where are you from?"

"London," replied Draco.

"Why are you here then?"

"No choice."

"Try and sound a little more bitter about that."

"You're starting to piss me off."

Harry's grin grew bigger as he turned to look at Draco. "Fantastic."