Dont tell me its him (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Ch. 1

NOTE:

Hey guys! So this is the same story that I wrote with Draco/Alison but I added the Draco thing in the title so it was easier to find. Please leave comments below! XOXO.

P.S. I'm back after a extensive hiatus! I'll be editing my chapters for clarity and better writing so don't be surprised if some thing change :)

Ah, Hogwarts. Back to the ever-dulling house of magic. Of course, it's pretty cool to be a witch, but that's beside the point. I'm in a whole mess of problems, but it all starts back on the first day of my 6th year of Hogwarts. 

That morning I had woken up especially early in preparation for school. I looked over at my calendar and read the date that was circled in red: September 7th, 1996. Jumping out of bed, I quickly freshened up, threw on a nice pair of jeans and a sweater, and hopped in the car. Since Hogwarts is a non-electronic school, however, I had to fork over my phone. My parents just got me a flip phone. I know, so cool right! This is like the break-out of technology.

When I had finally boarded the train, I waved goodbye to my parents as one of them burst into tears (Dad) and one just smiled and waved (Mum). I went to the first carriage (as usual) and waited for the ever enchanting Harry, socially awkward Ron, and hopelessly in love Hermione. 

Suddenly the trio burst into the carriage. Harry collapsed onto the seat, Ron tripped over his own feet, and Hermione fell on top of Ron. "Jesus Christ!" Ron yelled, "Can you get off of me?" Hermione brushed herself off and sat down next to Harry. "Shut up," she said, arms crossed.

Harry smiled at me. "So, Alison. How's your first day back? Train ride as 'magical as ever?" I smiled at Harry's magic pun. "Like Hermione said, shut up." 

Ah, it was good to be back.

I sat back on the maroon bench and propped my feet up on Harry's stomach, promptly falling asleep to the ever luring sound of Hermione and Ron fighting. Jeez. It's like there both to afraid to confess their feelings. If I like a boy, I just go up to them, flirt, maybe kiss a little bit. Not too hard, right?

When I woke up again, Hermione had left the cart to go ask Neville Longbottom about some Herbology question and Ron was in the bathroom. "So Harry, what did you do over the summer?" Even though we were best friends, Harry and I usually spent the summer apart besides for a few letters here and there. For me, it's Paris in June, America in July, and back to England in June. For Harry, however, it was three miserable months with the Dursleys. Harry frowned, saying "I don't want to talk about it." I poked him with my foot. "Why?" Harry just grimaced at me. "I said I don't want to talk about it, Al. Ok? Just lay off." I frowned. Harry never got upset. I was going to keep pressing, but Ron and Hermione returned to the cabin. Whatever, I thought, I'll just ask him later.

The cart came around, and my friends and I were greeted with the familiar "Anything from the trolley, dearies?" I bought a tin of chocolate frogs, Hermione bought jellybeans, and Harry bought Ron the entire cart (again). It was kind of their tradition. 

We talked about gossip while the train wove through the Scotish countryside. Ron told us that Cho had supposedly gotten pregnant. Harry smacked him on the side of the head while Hermione just yelled "Ronald!"  Ron smiled. "What? I heard that she was messing around with a Hufflepuff and then things got a little handsy." I laughed.

"Why don't they just do a spell like... I don't know. Fetus Deletus!" Harry choked on his gum and Ron started to cry with laughter. Hermione just rolled her eyes and pulled out a book that had to be 2,000 pages. 

Suddenly Ron pulled something out of his pocket. "Look what Fred got me!" I picked up the tiny thing. It was a shrunken record player. "You can play whatever you want!" I smiled. "Cool Ron." Harry twirled the tiny thing in his hand. "It also plays music from the future!"

Hermione finally took interest in the matter.  She loved this kind of stuff, advanced magic technology. "Let's try it!" Harry closed his eyes and selected a song at random from the future. Before starting to play, the record player said in a high, squeaky voice, "'Talk Dirty To Me by Jason Derulo, as per Mr. Weasely's request."

Hermione looked shocked. "Ronald turn that off!" I grabbed the player. "Wait, I like it." I started to dance around the small train section. When the chorus came on, I started to wave my hair and flip it.

When we played it the third time around, everyone was singing. I didn't realize when they stopped, so I kept going. Finally, I turned around and was greeted with a smirk as wide as the English channel. Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe, his left hand running through his platinum blonde locks. 

Ever since I could remember, I had hated Malfoy with a passion. He was nothing but rude to my friends and me, completely berating us every chance he got. When I saw his face, I screamed. 

Malfoy said slyly, "Very classy, Dern. Maybe I should get Professor Snape so you can give him a little show?" 

I lunged at him, my fist clenched, but Harry and Ron grabbed me. "Jerk!" I screamed at him as he left. "You're a piece of trash, Malfoy!" For the rest of the ride, I was fuming, until Hermione gave me some kind of potion that knocked me out cold until we arrived at Hogwarts.

I woke up with Harry pushing my feet of his stomach. He and I have had some awkward moments in the past, what with him harboring a gigantic crush on me for years, but overall he's still my best friend.

I smiled as I tried to wake up. Hagrid was looking as scraggly as ever, waving the first years over to the platforms to take them on the boats over to Hogwarts. Us 2-7th years take carriages drawn by Threstrals, who I had thankfully never seen. Unfortunately, though, the rest of my friends could, since the creatures only appeared to those who had witnessed death firsthand.

But then, out of the corner of my eye, there was the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. They were magnificent and refined with a hint of darkness that overshadowed the look but pumped up, well, everything else. Their six pack was bulging out of their shirt and looked perfect. Before I could get a glimpse of their face, though, they disappeared. Harry nudged me. "Alison, let's go! Unless you want to be shipped back to London."