Hellooooo! I'm having fun updating and fixing this story so far. I hope you're enjoying it too! And i also found the real wording for Draco's line from last chapter...it's in italics
"Is it true?" asked Draco. "they're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," replied the boy, Harry. Draco couldn't help but stare. He'd always imagined what the boy who defeated one of the most powerful wizards in history would look like. Because Harry Potter was not a topic of civilized discussion amongst the crowd his family kept, Draco had been left to imagine what the boy of legend would look like. Somehow, Draco had imagined…taller. This boy was rather small, and very skinny, a fact Draco hadn't really noticed because the boy in the robe shop (Draco was having a hard time reconciling himself to the fact that the boy he'd spent much of his summer thinking about befriending was none other than this legendary boy sitting in front of him) had been on a stool covered by voluminous robes. Draco noticed the boy—Harry—staring at Crabbe and Goyle looking a little nervous.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said Draco carelessly, hoping it would look to Harry as though he had lots of friends and, thus, was careless about introducing them. Draco's mind was in overdrive. Now that he knew the Potter boy was the same as the boy from the robe shop, he wanted to befriend him, despite his father's cautions to the contrary. Draco thought if perhaps his father viewed Draco's friendship as a way to steer Potter to his side, his father would approve of the friendship. Draco realized that he hadn't yet introduced himself, and spoke again "And my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
The ugly redheaded boy pretended to cover a laugh with a cough. Harry looked at the boy appreciatively, and Draco just couldn't have that. HE had discovered Harry first! Draco figured that the Weasley boy hadn't even tried to befriend Harry until he knew the famous wizard's identity, while Draco had been friendly (as friendly as he knew how, at least) without knowing the other boy was rich and famous. Draco glared at the boy.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." There. Let Harry realize that this Weasley boy was simply trying to befriend him for his money. It probably wasn't Harry's fault that he'd picked the wrong compartment. Draco rationalized that Harry didn't even realize he was dealing with a family that earned less in a year that Draco's family did in a week. Such a family would be quick, in Draco's opinion, to take advantage of Harry's fame and wealth. Harry had to be warned.
"You'll soon find out," Draco said "some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter," Draco paused "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort" here he glanced at Weasley, then looked Harry in the eye "I can help you there." Draco held out his hand, congratulation himself for his diplomacy. He hadn't specifically said that Weasley was "the wrong sort" but he had certainly implied it. Draco frowned when he realized that Harry had made no move to take his hand.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry said coolly.
Draco had no idea how to react. He had never, NEVER been rejected as a friend. Those who knew his name, knew his status would hang all over him to try to win his favor. Draco thought for a minute, before realizing that even though he wanted to hate Harry (for Draco couldn't call Harry Potter anything but Harry, at least in his head) he couldn't give up the lingering curiosity from the summer. Draco was horrified to realize that even though he knew a friendship with Harry would infuriate his father, he wanted nothing more than to get to know this boy. Draco had no idea why he felt the pull, but he knew that if he didn't investigate the boy, he would go mad. Draco decided that he had no choice but to leave Harry with the red-haired buffoon, but he knew that if Harry were to blatantly support the "other side" his father and his father's crowd would try to eliminate him.
But how to word this warning? Draco couldn't sound concerned. After Harry spurned his attempt at friendship, Draco was no longer able to publicly befriend the boy. After all, Draco had to uphold the Malfoy family code. Draco decided to sound convincingly mean, and provoke the Weasley, while still getting the message to Harry.
"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," Draco said slowly, "unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents." Ok, perhaps that wasn't the right thing to say, but Draco admitted to himself that he was bent out of joint from Harry's rudeness earlier "They didn't know what was good for them, either" obviously, or they would still be alive. "You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Well, thought Draco, that could have gone better. If only he wasn't so upset! For some reason, Draco could barely think straight. His thoughts kept coming back to the boy in the robe shop, how quiet he was, how intriguing.
Harry and the Weasley stood up. "Say that again," the ugly one said.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Draco sneered, feeling a bit victorious as the Weasley's brave façade wavered. Draco knew the boy didn't have enough courage to stand up to a pureblood of high rank for long, and the argument would have made Draco the victor until—
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle. Draco couldn't help but admire Harry's moxie, even if it did call Draco's bluff. Draco had no intention of fighting, because he didn't really want to make the situation any worse than it had to be. His father's voice floated into his head, reminding Draco to uphold his honor at all costs. Unfortunately, for now, that cost would be Harry. Draco had to uphold the Malfoy Code, and the Code didn't involve backing down from a fight because you want to befriend your opponent. Draco looked squarely at Harry then glanced at the compartment full of sweets (obviously Potter's, and the Weasley was obviously partaking as well, the first sign of parasitism in their friendship).
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we boys?" Draco glanced at Crabbe and Goyle, noticing them noticing the candy "We've eaten all our food, and you still seem to have some." Goyle reached for the Chocolate frog (he'd been the one extolling its virtues earlier). Just as his pudgy hand reached the frog, Goyle yelped and jumped back. Draco shuddered. A filthy rat was hanging off of Goyle's finger. Obviously this creature was the Weasley's pet. Harry wouldn't know this, but it was the worst sort of luck, having a rat for a pet. Even a pet toad would have been a more suitable wizarding companion!
Goyle finally managed to shake off the little pest when we heard footsteps coming. Draco took the lead and hurried out of the compartment just before a little bushy haired girl pushed her way in. Motioning to the witless wonders to go back to the compartment without him, Draco slunk over to the door of Harry's compartment to listen to the conversation. The Weasley (Draco could tell because his voice was annoying) was asking Harry where he'd met him before. Harry replied that they'd met in the robe shop but thought Draco was rude and arrogant. Then, Weasley told Harry that Draco's family was evil and dark wizard followers (well, he was half right...but Draco's parents were very kind…)
Draco listened to the exchange in disbelief. Harry thought Draco was rude in the robe shop? Draco scowled. That had been his best attempts at kindness! He didn't know what to think of that revelation. Draco was, generally, quite confused now. As he made his way back to his compartment, Draco considered everything that had happened.
So let's see. I meet a boy in the robe shop, and do my best to befriend him. Why? Oh, I don't know…he seemed really interesting. I spend the rest of my summer imagining a friendship with the quiet and reserved boy, and get excited about seeing him at Hogwarts. Then, I find out that this boy is Harry Potter. I should be mean to Harry Potter, but I can't seem to find it in me to be unkind to someone who interests me so much. What was the life of Harry Potter like before coming to Hogwarts? Odd that he didn't even know what the Houses were…but I'm getting off topic. I find out that the boy is Harry Potter, and that he thinks I'm arrogant.
He's also friends with a Weasley, from a family that's not only dirt poor and a sworn enemy of the Malfoys, but a family notorious for it's fickleness, and it social climbing nature. Father told me that the feud started when some great great grand father of Arthur Weasley pretended to be best friends with my great great great grand father Draconis Malfoy (who I'm named after) so that he could get money and prestige.
So what do I do? Despite it all, I want to become friends with Harry Potter, but I think I may have screwed it all up. I'll observe Harry from afar, and see what he does, and what he's interested in. I'll have to pretend to hate him, I think, but I'll try to find some way to let him know that it's an act…I knew school would make me think, but I never thought I'd have this much to think about! I don't exactly know how to approach this situation. I'll wait until after the welcoming feast, and until classes are in full swing to approach Harry again. In the meantime, I'll always have Blaise, and I know I'm bound to meet some other people to talk to (ones of whom my father will approve).
Absorbed in his thoughts, Draco made his way back to his friends, changed into his robes, and made his way to the platform where the crazy half-giant showed all the first years to a boat. Hogwarts came into view, and Draco had his first look at the castle where he would be spending the next seven school years of his life. It was impressive, to say the least, nearly twice as big as the Manor (and that was saying something…the Malfoy Manor was the largest private residence in England). As the boats made their way under the ivy, Draco caught sight of Harry and frowned thoughtfully. He'd never met a problem he couldn't solve, and one way or another, Draco was going to figure out what to do about Harry Potter.
Wheee! I'm off to work on the next chapter. I'm really adding new stuff next chapter, so get excited! And also, review!