I'm his | Draco Malfoy

Draco, of course

The first days at Hogwarts are okay. I'm just too full of homework to do anything really exciting. Nor that I would. My only friend here is Daphne. Dear old Harry didn't show up, nor did his friends, or the mysterious blonde boy who I found out to be Draco Malfoy, or any other Slytherin, not even Astoria, Daphne's little sister.

"I don't understand how someone could try out for Quidditch" Daphne is saying to me, while we're waiting for Professor McGonagall to arrive in class. "Who's trying out?" I ask, fidgeting with my pencil and distractedly peeking over at Harry and his friends. They're a brunette girl who always knows everything in class and a ginger boy whose sayings makes Harry and the girl laugh a lot. I would love to have such friends.

"Draco, of course. And some other of his back up mates, but not Tiger or Goyle. Blaise, maybe?" "What about Pansy or Astoria?" "Astoria is too busy looking at the stars and the flowers with that crazy of a Loony. Pansy can't really look at Draco if she's playing, can she?" I'm always amazed by how critical Daphne is. I tried to make friends between them but they were too mean and closed. But Daphne could be with them anytime, and still. "And what about other Houses? For example-" "Gryffindor? Ugh, I don't understand how you can still hope in Potter and his little friends. Honestly! You should just give them all up, like I did. No one is worth nothing." "Except for Cedric."

I smile at her. Cedric is a Hufflepuff, and every girl wants to have him like them, and every boy...wants to have him like them. He's like an idol. And yes, he's gorgeous, funny, smart and attractive, but I've got my head full for now.

"What? Uhm...I just think he's cute. Like everyone does. I'm not simping over him like you do." "Oh now I'm a simp? Over who, I'd like to know." Daphne puts a strand of her straight hair behind her little ear and sighs. "Potter of course. But I'm not sure. I've seen you peek over at Draco more than once." "I just... he looks familiar." "Mh...You said you aren't a Muggle Born, right? So maybe you saw him on a newspaper, with his dad, Lucius Malfoy?"

I know Lucius, but Daphne, nor everyone, can know, so I just nod. "Probably."

I look around and see the brunette girl who's doing the same. We catch glances and I see her becoming nervous and elbowing the ginger boy and Harry, who she's sitting between. I sigh.

Harry and I kinda grew up together! What on Earth would make him change mind about me so quickly?

Harry's friends conversation has grown a bit louder and I can hear what they're saying. "Harry! She's just lonely! Why don't you understand. Don't you have any empathy of her?" Harry sighs. "It's not that, 'Mione. I do understand. I understand she's grown with two different families, one of them had me and the other had..." he whispers in Hermione's ear. "I don't know what they have told her, how they've grown her, and her being in Slytherin confirms my thesis." "Bloody hell Harry, you're being dramatic. Didn't you tell us you've known her for years?" the ginger one says, opening his Transfiguration book. "Yes. But I don't know-" "She doesn't even talk with Malfoy, she must be a good person! And..." Hermione looks right in his blue green eyes "you were going to be a Slytherin too. Remember?" "Why is it so important to you anyway?" Harry asks, annoyed. "I don't know. What I know, is that I'll go talk with her after period." "I will go with you, Mione" the red one smiles at Hermione. Harry sighs. "Fine. I'll come."

I don't know what stops me from standing up right in front of him and slapping him. Dad would be so disappointed in him. Wait that I'll tell him. Harry will end up badly. No one, not even my childhood best friend and brother, can treat me with condescendence.

However, I suddenly need to stop looking at him to focus on something else, probably the feeling of a cold stare behind my neck. I turn around to catch two greyish green eyes and I flinch. I immediately recognise the gaze: Draco is looking at me, expectantly. I am more surprised to be so familiar with his irises than to have found him looking at me with no shame or embarrassment at all. I can't really think about it for long because all of a sudden he stands up, just like I would have wanted to do myself, and marches in front of Harry. "No one wants your pity, Potter, definitely not a Slytherin" he seems both disgusted and outraged. "And the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange doesn't need you for sure to have friends."

I've never heard silence quite this loud, but it probably depends on my heart pumping through my mind and lungs. Everyone, also Professor McGonagall who's chosen, obviously, this moment to appear in the class, turns and looks at me. Half the looks are pitiful, others are despiteful, others admired.

"Is it true, Olivia?" Daphne asks loudly looking right at me. She is distant and it hurts me.

"Yes it is. I live in the Malfoy Manor, and Bella is there all the time. She's told us about her." Malfoy answers. He seems surprised. "Honestly. This isn't the point. The point is-" "The point is I'm already late for our lesson and we need to look at two different topics today, Mr Malfoy. Please return to your seat" Professor McGonagall says, staring at him and then at me.