How I met your mother - Malfoy style :)

Year 1

„Oh, our first year ...", Draco remembers and sighs,

„It had been great. Although I couldn't take your mother by storm ... at first." He smirks and continues,

"We were still nothing more than children and everyone knew she was just into her books. She hang out at the library every day and so I was about to go there more often too. Well, I didn't read there or anything. I just sat at a table where I could see her, opened my books to make it look like I was studying and simply watched her. She never recognized, not until I told her about that. She was so cute when she hunkered over those old, dusty books.

*Flashback* (Draco's POV)

Hmm, how should I ever get closer to her when she's spending way too much time in that library? I guess she already has a bed there if she wants to stay overnight.

I sat at a table and opened my Potions book. Not if I would ever read what's written in that awful thing but just to make it seem like I'm kinda interested in those things. I have a perfect view on her from here. Just awesome. I like how concentrated she looks when she's looking for something important. Even if it isn't important to anyone else than her. I can hear her whisper, "Nicholas Flamel ... where are you? I know, I read something about him in here." Then her face enlightens and she collapses that book she was reading in. She stands up and goes to the table where Potter and Weasel are sitting.

"Look, I knew I had read something about him. But I forgot that I lent that book weeks ago", she says and now she begins to whisper, "Nicholas Flamel is the only person who has the ability of making the 'Philosopher's Stone'. It can be made into a potion that makes you immortal."

The guys look at her as if she was from another planet or if all she said was Greek to them.

"Immortal means that you can't die, Ron", she says snappy. I like how she just insulted Weasel. Great stuff. "I know what that means, but thanks anyway, Hermione", he responds sarcastically.

She looks at him unbelievingly. Oh, how I love how she does not believe that Red-Head did understand her.

*End of Flashback*

But I would have never admitted that back then. I mean how could I dare to be badly in love with a 'filthy little mudblood'? My Slytherin friends would have killed me for that confession. So I kept on giving her those bad looks when we met in class and her friends were around. Or when my friends were around.

So it came that almost every time we met, I gave her that awful looks. At first it seemed like that hurt her a lot, but after a while she started giving me evil looks back. I really enjoyed making her upset. I also grassed on her, Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron for staying outside although it was about time to go to bed. However I didn't consider that thing well because of course I was out of bed at the same time as they were, just to grass on them. That meant that I also got detention for that. Bad for me. Or maybe not really because your mother was there too and when Hagrid made up teams of two I only wanted to be in a team with her. Nevertheless fate said 'no way' and I got stuck with your Uncle Harry. And man, I hated it. As well as the fact that the forest was pretty damn scary and don't tell your mum but I was about to wet my pants although I acted really cool around her.

When your Uncle Harry then met Voldemort for the very first time after his parent's death, he was the one who was brave, but me? I was frightened and fled. Sorry, kids but in that story your Uncle Harry is the cool guy and yes, back then I hated him for that but some years later I was so happy that he was the brave guy who saved so much lives. When detention was over I headed to the dormitory but before I said to your mum 'Sorry, for that one ...'. It was a huge move on my side but she just answers 'Piss off' and then I ... yeah left."

*Flashback*(Draco's POV)

We are heading back from that stupid forest. I will never ever go back there at night. Meeting You-Know-Who personally .. noo thanks. Stupid Potter: ruined it by staying the cool guy while the death personally is waiting for us outside there. Sure, that she likes that and that she admires him instead of me. I hate him so much for that one.

Then I stop next to her.

"Hey, sorry for that one ... I wouldn't have messed up with you guys if I had known that I would get detention as well." I made that move. I apologized. Geez, that feels strange.

"Oh, just piss off, Malfoy." Wow, not recognizing that I made that huge move and not appreciating that. Only she can do that to me without hating her.

"Okay, I should go then ... nice to spent the night with you guys", I reply sarcastically and leave. On my way to the dormitory I simply can't stop think of her. Man ... what am I doing here? She's a filthy little mudblood. She doesn't deserve my respect. Eww, I hope she's getting off my mind soon, otherwise I will beat myself with a pumpkin.

*End of Flashback*

"Kids, when the end of the school year came, I was once more a little bit jealous of your Uncles Ron and Harry. They and your mother saved the Philosopher's Stone before Voldemort could use it and were getting into pretty dangerous situations. I would have helped if I hadn't hated Ron and Harry back then."

*Flashback* (Draco's POV)

What the fuck are they thinking that they are? Some new kind of high-educated, young, brave, magical superheroes?

No, they are not. They are just lucky enough to be still alive after another meeting with You-Know-Who. At least Slytherin wins the House Cup. Go, Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin, go, go, go ... ok, I'm dancing inside my mind now. That's craaaazy.

"Dude, scoot over ...", I say to Goyle whose fat arse is again on my seat. I sit down in between of those to dumb-asses.

"Wow, that's sooo cool. Everything's decorated in green-silver. Just for us Slytherins", Crabbe utters lazily. How come that a awesome guy like me is hanging out with fatties like them?

I look over to her. Somehow I grin at her. Oddly she smiles back. I mean I don't know what's the meaning of that. Maybe her smile was meant for someone else but whatsoever it's mine now. Haha. NOOO, I DO IT AGAIN. I'm acting like I'm falling for her ... HOW COULD I WITHOUT PUKING?

Oh, Dumbledore is speaking. Well, who really cares?

What? She's getting 50 points for Gryffindor, for helping Potter? No, way. And that now shortly before Slytherin is about to get the House Cup? WTF?

The Red-Head-Weasel as well? You must be kidding me!

Oh, and Dumbledore's favourite kid Potter has to get 60 points ... Maaan, now Gryffindor is even with Slytherin. Fuck it!

OMFM? (Oh, my frickin Merlin ...) 10 points for that dumb kiddo called Neville Longbottom. Sure, that's Dumbledores evil plan to make Gryffindor become the winner of the House Cup instead of Slytherin because he hates us. Because we seem to be the bad guys.

"Dude, why do they change the colours to Gryffindor's colours?" stupid Goyle asks me as Dumbledore decorates the hall differently.

"BECAUSE THOSE ASSES OF GRYFFINDOR WIN THE HOUSE CUP, DUDE!", I yell at him and his stupid face. I'm blessed that no one besides the Slytherins heard that.

I can't face her now that I know that they won the House Cup. I guess I'm over her.

The next day we leave Hogwarts for the summer holidays. How long have I been waiting for that day? Finally free again. But only for 2 months. Nevertheless I like it.

After breakfast we head to the train station in Hogsmeade and soon we are on the way back to London. Awesome. :)

*End of the Flashback*

"Well, Kids. Let's face it. I wasn't the ultimate Lady-killer back then (not as I'm nowadays ...-The kids laugh at their dad at that point-) but I was on my way to that state. And we soon approach that point where I knew 'man, I'm the Lady-killer at Hogwarts'", he tells them and smiles confidently.

His kids just grin at him and don't comment on that statement.