16/09/2009 14:02:00
AN- this is Flashback Scene two, which just shows some of Draco and Harry's interactions over the years. I have made a lot of changes to the history, as anyone who read the previous chapter can see, and it's important to see how this all ties in to people's reactions to certain events, and interactions with each other. Plus I just love writing flashbacks!! Lol… enjoy, and the next chapter will be part of the actual story!
Sneer Number 45- I Must Hide My Affection From You, Lest It Backfire On Me
Draco Malfoy was perfect. Perfect house, perfect parents, and perfect hair… he had it all. He had enough money, that if he wanted to, he could easily purchase a third of the world's land, without making a dent in his pocket. But this blonde haired, silvery blue-eyed little boy didn't want a third of the world. He only wanted one thing. A friend. A real one, too. Not the dust for brains goons his father had hired. God, how pathetic was that? His father had to buy him friends! Had Draco not been raised the perfect gentleman, he would have screamed with embarrassment. But he was eleven now, and going away to school. He could make his own friends, without his father purchasing them. Draco swore he would. This promise is what brings us here today, in Diagon Alley; madam Malkins robe shop, to be exact. Draco was being fitted for his yearly custom ordered robes, when the bell on the door tinkled cheerfully, and someone walked in. Draco turned, and had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. Standing nervously in the doorway, was the prettiest little girl Draco had ever seen. She had long, curly black hair, huge green eyes, and skin so white, and looked so soft, Draco had to restrain himself from reaching out to her. She was tiny, too. Had they been standing closer, she would only reach to Draco's chin, roughly. She was alone, and she looked terrified.
"Hello, there. Are you lost?" he asked, mentally cringing. He hadn't meant it to, but that question had sounded just like those cheesy guys his mother adored from her romance books. Not that Draco ever read them, nope. The girl nodded.
"Is this where you buy robes?" she asked, looking around. Draco blinked. His brand new wife to be was a boy? A pretty boy, yes. Very pretty, actually. This confused Draco. How could he want nothing more to do then give the little girl (boy!) a hug, and keep her (him!) safe? So, Draco responded the only way he knew how to. He insulted her (him!)
"What do you think? Can you not see the rows and rows of robes surrounding you? Daft little mudblood, can't even see right." He hissed. The boy in front of him jerked back as if he'd been slapped, before turning and exiting the shop. As he turned, Draco saw something glitter on the boy's cheek. Tears. Draco sighed. It was the boy's own fault, really. No boy had the right to be that cute, and not expect to be insulted. It wasn't Draco's fault at all. At least, not all his fault.
Sneer Number 16- I'm So Shocked I Have No Choice But To Insult All In The Vicinity
September 1st came quickly, and Draco had finally gotten all thoughts of the little boy from the Alley out of his mind. For the most part. But a mere emotion like guilt wasn't enough o sway Draco's excitement. He was going to Hogwarts! He'd finally have real friends, and be able to smile and laugh and just be happy, without fearing his father's wrath. His parents' chauffeur dropped him off by the platform, and Draco eagerly passed through the portal, ignoring the painfully loud family of redheads nearby. His jaw dropped. Nothing in his life had ever seemed so perfectly wonderful. Children of all ages ran around hectically, saying last minute goodbyes, and triple checking luggage. A huge, fire red train sat amidst all the ruckus, and children were hanging out of the windows and doorways, calling to friends. Draco loaded his trunk and owl cage onto the train, so awed that he couldn't even complain about the lifting. Much. He quickly found an empty compartment, and vowed to make friends with the first person to sit with him, no matter what they're age, blood status, or house. The door slid open, and Draco perked up with butterflies in his stomach. A girl with a childishly round face, and shrewd green blue eyes entered, and sat across from him.
"It's okay if I sit here, isn't it? It's just that my sister's already got a seat, and won't let me sit with her and her friends. I'm Pansy, by the way. Pansy Parkinson." She said, flashing him a crooked smile. Draco smiled back. A Parkinson was a good first friend. Her parents were associates of his father's, so he wouldn't have to defend his friendship with her.
"I'm Draco. So pansy, I assume you're a first year, like me?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yup! Hey, did you hear? Harry Potter's supposed to be coming this year! I wonder what he looks like… my mum was friends with Mrs. Potter, you know. Said Harry has green eyes, just like his mum. I wonder what he looks like. I \'ll bet he's tall. And strong. And has a great smile. What do you think, Draco?" she asked, shaking the gooey look from her eyes. Draco gagged mentally. Why were girls so obsessive about hero boys? All that muscle, and stuff… gross. Draco preferred his crushes to be cute. Dainty, so he could play the hero, and save her from some awful bad guy, and then she'd fall in love with him and… Draco blushed. He was never reading his mother's book again. Ever.
"I don't know. Why don't we go see if we can find him?" she nodded, her eyes slowly growing gooeier and gooeier.
A few compartments later, they found him. A shortish girl with curly hair and soft brown eyes opened the door.
"Are you looking for a seat, too? Come on in." she held the door open for them, and the entered. A redhead sat by the window, scowling at a rat that appeared to have yellow whiskers. And in the seat across from him was a boy. Upon noticing him, Draco groaned mentally. It was the pretty boy from Diagon Alley. Luckily the boy was sound asleep, so Draco was saved from an awkward conversation with him.
"I'm Draco Malfoy, And this is Pansy Parkinson. You are?" he asked. The girl looked up from her book.
"I'm Hermione Granger. This little guy," she nods to the sleeping boy, "is Harry. He had a bit of a fright earlier, so he's sleeping it off. I'm sure he'll be up in no time, though." She said with a smile. Pansy sat bythe girl, and the two eagerly started up a conversation. Draco turned to the redhead.
"I'm Ron Weasley. You play chess?" Draco nodded, and that was how Pansy's older sister found the five.
The door was slammed open.
"pansy, dear, why are you and mini Malfoy associating with the garbage? I'm sure you remember mother's warning this morning?" she said in a falsely sweet voice. Pansy paled.
"I- I just wanted to—" she was interrupted by a yawn. Harry was awake. He blinked owlishly, and then turned to face the newcomers.
"hi. Who're you?" he asked, smiling. Pansy's older sister looked torn. She clearly wanted to tell the group to stop talking to each other, as if they were equals, but she couldn't seem to resist that face.
"hello, sweetie. My name is Gardenia. Who are you?" she asked, this time in a truly sweet voice.
"I'm Harry. Wanna sit?" he asked, green eyes pleading with her. She hesitated a moment, then took a seat by her sister. The activities resumed, with Gardenia happily teaching Harry all about the Houses. They should have known that such peace, and joy was only temporary.
Sneer Number 76- I Hate You For Something Out of Your Control, And I Feel Bad About It. Sorry.
It was a week after the sorting, and Draco was still in shock. How could all of his new friends, omitting Pansy, be Gryffindors? Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all left him for the house of the brave. Granted, Draco had avoided all conversation with Harry like the plague, but still… he wanted his trio back. Ron had taken Draco's Slytherin-ness to heart, and refused to say a single nice word to the blonde, and Draco happily retorted. He hadn't liked Ron anyways. Much. Hermione was cautious, but she still tried to speak to him, until the constant name-calling had finally deterred her from offered the olive branch any more. And Harry… Harry just ignored Draco. Draco could shoot Harry with his foulest insults, ranging from insulting his friends to his mother, and not get a single reaction from the boy. Other then the silent tears, that no one but Draco seemed to see. He hated it, making the boy so upset, but he craved the brunette's attention. He needed it. Pansy had once compared Draco's constant hackling to kindergarten boys pulling girls' pig tails. That had gotten her the silent treatment for two days, the whole time during which, she cheerfully rambled to him about painfully boring subjects. Draco gradually grew more and more bitter about his confusing feelings for the boy, until he hardly felt the twinge in his heart when he hissed insult after insult to the boy, and continually ruined his perfect potions, and he reveled in the rare glare he got In return. Any response was a good one when it came to Harry. Eventually, though, the teasing became more about hurting the boy as much as possible, the it was getting a reaction from him. He soon forgot all about his like for the boy, and went on without a care.