The Boy {DracoXFive}

Chapter One

Five's POV

I shoved open the gates, finally free of my father's rules.
"I doubt I'll miss those"  I thought.
Taking one last look one last look at the world around me, I jumped.
I immediately knew I'd done it. Time travelled. For the first time.
"And not the last."
Glancing behind me, I saw the streets change dramatically from grey and familiar to colourful and new.
"Not ready my ass." I said to myself.
I jumped again. I was grinning now, gaining more confidence with every one.
I jumped again.
"Shit."

Draco's POV

"Well well, look who's here. You two shopping for your dream home?" I continued walking towards them. "Bit grand for you isn't it Weaselbee? Don't your family sleep in uh...one room?"
You have to admit, that was pretty funny.
"Shut your mouth Malfoy." Ron muttered.
"Ooh not very friendly... Boys, I think it's time we teach Weaselbee how respect is superior." I smiled and pulled my jacket taught.
Hermione stepped forward, "Ahah hope you don't mean yourself."
My smile vanished, instead I replaced it with a look of disgust. "Who does she think she is?"
"How dare you talk to me like that, you filthy little mudblood-"
I didn't even get chance to finish my sentence, for at that moment, something freezing-cold hit my face. Somebody had thrown a snowball at me! How dare they! I turned, ready to change my target, but I saw nobody.
"Who's there?"
Instead of a reply I was hit with another snowball! And another! And another!
Crabbe and Goyle were no help. They just stood there like the brainless oafs they are, allowing whoever it was to attack us. The mudblood laughed at us, but I was too preoccupied with staying alive to do anything about it. I fell over something, Crabbe. "I don't deserve thi-OH NO! NO! NO!"
I was being dragged by my feet now, through the gate.

Five's POV

I looked around me. Either I had jumped very far back, or I hadn't just jumped through time, but through space too. I looked down the hill I was standing on and heard a boy screaming in fear.
"Wimp." I thought.
No sooner had I turned around, then something ran into me. Hard. We fell into a tangled heap on the floor, and as I tried to get up I smelt something. Something nice. Cologne.
The boy detached himself and hastily stood up.
He was pale, with short blonde hair that was speckled with snow. His grey-blue eyes glared down at me - like glowing orbs.
The boy scowled.
"You!"

Draco's POV

I'd had enough of this. I ran up the hill, leaving Crabbe and Goyle to fend for themselves. They deserved it.
"Honestly, what have I ever done to anyone? It's not fair. I'll find out who that was, and when I do they'll be sorry. They'll wish they'd never been born! They'll-"
"Oof."
There was something squirming beneath me. I got to my feet briskly and brushed myself off. It was a boy. He had emerald green eyes and dark hair.
"This must be who was attacking me!"
"You!"
"Me? What about me?" He replied.
He sounded foreign, American maybe?
"What's an American doing in Hogsmeade?"
"You attacked me, you little bastard!"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Somehow, he managed to look like a know-it-all and confused at the same time.
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but I would suggest getting your crusty little ass back to Ilvermorny before I show you what this wand can do." I snickered.
He grinned, "Make me."
I reached into my jacket and pulled out my wand. He would pay.

Five's POV

I was confused, but I wasn't about to let that show.
"Me? What about me?"
Of course, I had no idea what was going on, but I tried my best to look calm.
"You attacked me, you little bastard!"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"At least I'm not lying." I thought.
"Look, I don't know what you think you're doing, but I would suggest getting your crusty little ass back to Ilvermorny before I show you what this wand can do."
I didn't know what Ilvermorny was or why I should 'return' there, but I assumed it was an insult or some sort. It seemed a fight was about to break out, and knowing me I was going to win. After all, I've killed people worse than this greasy haired kid.
"Make me." I grinned.
The boy pulled out a stick from inside his jacket.
"He's going to fight me with a piece of wood! A twig armed with a twig! Is that what I'm up against?" 
I chuckled. This was going to be easy. Or so I thought.