Transfer Student//Drarry

1: The boy with the lightning scar

Hi! So I'm making this because I'm trying to learn French. Plus I think French Draco is awesome

Draco was scared. Okay, he was more than scared. He would be going into his first year at Hogwarts, but he was a sixth year student. A sixth year student that had to be sorted with the first years. He hadn't heard of any school that sorted there students into houses. Didn't that divide their student body and create rivalries and tension. He was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Nobody had came to the compartment he was sitting in. So, he decided he would practice his English. Draco was born and raised in the Pyrenees. Which resulted in him speaking very little English. He grew up speaking his native language; French. "Hello, my name is Draco." He recited. "How are you?" He asked nobody. "Thank you." He said, realizing that his accent seemed very strong while speaking English. This was going to be a hard year.
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" 'Mione, you've got to be kidding me!" Ron said, as Hermione searched each compartment. "Ronald, I didn't practice my French for nothing, I want to at least say hi." Hermione retorted. Harry just rolled his eyes. This was so them. Hermione would spend hours practicing for something, Ron would then say it was stupid, and then they would fight. But they always got over it. At least there was that. Hermione opened another compartment and almost immediately smiled. Harry peeked between her and Ron, and saw a blond kid, well not kid, pacing back and forth, reciting common phrases in English. The blond went to turn around, which is when Harry saw that it was a boy. The boy looked up, and when he saw them he jumped back a little. Hermione didn't hesitate to say, "Bonjour! Je'm appelle Hermione." The boy looked shocked that some one could actually speak his language. "Je'm appelle Draco." He replied. "Comment allez-vous?" Hermione asked. Harry had no idea what was happening. "Je vais bien. Et vous?" Draco said. Hermione looked troubled, as if she don't know what he said. "I'm sorry, I don't speak much French, could you repeat that in English." Hermione asked. Draco looked as though he was trying to process what she said. This must be hard. Harry thought. He was sure Draco knew none to very little English. It took a while before the blond replied, "I'm fine. And you?" Hermione smiled again, "I'm fine as well. Thanks!" Draco furrowed his eyebrows before smiling and nodding in a reply. "Well we ought to get changed now. Au revoir." Hermione said. "A plus tard." Draco replied as the group headed out the door.
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"Draco Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall called. Wow. Harry thought. He doesn't look scared at all. It was true. Draco was calm and composed. When he stepped onto the stool, before the hat even touched his head, "Slytherin!" was bellowed from a tear in the hats fabric. "Dang it." Hermione muttered. "Why couldn't it of been Gryffindor?" She asked, but not specifically to anyone. Harry was thinking the same thing. He seemed nice. He'd be a good friend. He looked nice. He looked more than nice. Shut up. Harry scolded himself. Focus. This is just the wow of a new student. Not because your gay. He tried, but didn't succeed). To convince himself. His eyes wandered back over to the blond Slytherin. He looked nervous now. Everyone was staring at him weirdly. Even the Slytherins. Of course. They wouldn't accept him, they'd beat him up, they would call him names, they'd exclude him. How fucking Slytherin.
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Crap. Crap, crap crap. Draco thought as he headed to the Slytherin table. These people did not look nice. And now everyone was looking at him like he wasn't nice. He was about to sit down, as far away from anybody as possible. But then, an arm pulled him down next to them. "Hi!" They said excitedly. Draco turned around and saw a girl about his age. "Bonjour." He replied. A flash of excitement went across the girls face. "He speaks French! Guys! He speaks French!" She yelled. Draco cocked his head at her and she laughed. "I'm Pansy, by the way." She said. "Je'm appelle Draco." He replied. "Do you speak any English?" Pansy asked. "Yes." Draco replied, almost immediately. Draco and Pansy talked and talked. It was eventually time for them to go to their dorms. Draco looked around the common room. It was beautiful. There were marble snakes carved expertly into the marble wall frames. There was a green, Asian, silk couch. And the fireplace had green fire. While he was admiring the architecture, Pansy pulled him down onto a chair. And they started talking. Again. It's not that Draco didn't like Pansy. It was just, she talked so fast, it was hard for him to translate. She probably realized that, because halfway through the conversation, sh slowed down. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Pansy asked. Draco bit his lip. No because I'm gay and boys are hot.  Was the honest answer. "No." He replied. There. Simple. Doesn't give anything away, but it doesn't keep anything secret. "Oh come on. I'm sure every girl loved you at your old school." Pansy said, rolling her eyes. Draco smirked. That was true. "They did." He replied, obviously annoying Pansy. "Seriously? Why? Why didn't you have a girlfriend?" She asked, growing curious. "Girls aren't really my type." Draco said. Pansy smiled. A smile unlike any smile he'd seen before. "Really! Did you have a boyfriend?!" She asked, wriggling her eyebrows. Draco chuckled. "No." He said. Pansy's face dropped. "Come on! You're impossible!" She said. Draco just smirked. "Okay, well, is there anybody here that you think is, you know, hot?" She asked. Draco nodded. "Who?! Tell me! I need answers!" Pansy exclaimed. Draco hesitated a bit before saying, "The boy with the lightning scar."
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There ya go! Chapter one! I love it. Sorry if Pansy's out of charactershe needed to be this way. She's sorta o fangirl. Byeee!

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