A/N: This chapter will really be based on the plot. Just saying.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is J.K. Rowling's work.
October 30th
Time had flown by as Harry and Hermione continued their schooling, easily surpassing their fellow peers. Harry used his extreme knowledge to his advantage, helping Hermione as best as he could. He mentally scolded himself for not befriending her sooner in his previous life. How had he not seen her loyalty, her humour? Compared to her, Ron was nothing. Not that Harry still didn't like Ron, but it was irritating that Harry was mentally several years older. Ron still found watching Quidditch and playing Wizard's Chess the most exiting events that could possibly happen. Ron was not the only wizard that was often absent, though.
Harry had his first encounter with Draco Malfoy the morning of October thirtieth. He had been walking along The Great Lake's edges, randomly skipping rocks, when he heard voices, coming from behind a tree.
" I am asking for one thing, Draco, one little wish. Being peers with the Potter boy is an asset, one not to be used foolishly" a man scolded. Harry gasped when he recognized the voice of Lucius Malfoy. What was he doing on Hogwarts grounds? " I told you, I'm not friends with Potter" whined his son. It sounded to Harry like Draco had been saying that a lot. Lucius sighed impatiently. " Just get close to him is all I'm saying, son" huffed he, his voice softening. Draco looked down. " I guess I'll try. Why do want me to anyways, father?" Draco asked, suddenly suspicious. The older Malfoy glared at him. " Keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and your pawns the closest "explained Lucius, and with that he vanished. Harry stepped back, shocked with what he had just seen. Under his foot a twig snapped, while Harry mentally cursed himself. Draco's head snapped up like the cause of the noise, his gray eyes wildly searching the area. Harry's heart stopped as he hid behind the tree bark, his breath lightening. When he was sure Draco's eyes were not on him, he ran like Gilderoy Lockhart being chased by Cornish Pixies.
When Harry reached the Ravenclaw common room, he immediately collapsed on a velvet blue sofa, out of breath from his flee. How had Lucius been able to Apparate? Why was he so worried about Draco's relationship with Harry? Nothing made sense. Harry wasn't too upset by the argument, but he was sure about one thing:
He was a little too close.
A/N: Hope you liked it. This one was entirely 3rd person. Harry's perspective was nearly the exact same thing, Draco was too naïve, and the Lucius POV would have give away too much. I know this one was pretty short (especially compared to some other ones) but I couldn't find a way too stretch it out, sorry. I was also just wondering if you needed directions to the Review button. It's right down here. Like riiiiiiiiiight down here. Tad to the right. Adios!