The Girl Who Lived (Draco Malfoy x OC)

The Lion, The Serpent and The Scarf

September 2nd 1996

Harper, Hermione and Lavender walked wearily from breakfast to their first class of the year, Defense Against the Dark Arts. Now to be taught by Professor Snape. But that wasn't what had the trio down, they were feeling rather guilty for not taking Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid this year.

"Do you think he will be upset?" Lavender asked. She didn't care a great deal for the half-giant, but the way he had enthusiastically spoken to them earlier in the morning would have had even Pansy Parkinson feeling remorse.

"He should understand, it's just simply not something we want to pursue," Hermione thought out loud.

"That's just it," Harper started as she fiddled with the tassel on her scarf anxiously. "He won't understand why we won't want to pursue it."

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," Lavender dismissed. "I have more important things to worry about right now. Like Snape teaching the Dark Arts."

Harper was about to respond in Snape's defense, but something crashed into her side. It was two Ravenclaw first years, bright eyed and excited.

"Sorry!" They blurted in unison.

Harper laughed lightly, "It's okay, just watch where you're going next time."

They both blushed, one hiding their face behind a loose sleeve. "Actually, we were hoping to get a signature."

"Signature?" She questioned and heard Lavender groan beside her.

Harper had always been well-known in the sense that people knew her name. The fame had never idolised her, in fact it often worked against her favour, particularly last year when she was being painted as a demented crazy person being told to check into a mental institute. Even when she was in the Triwizard Tournament she wasn't heavily celebrated, not compared to Fleur or Krum. This was the first time someone had ever wanted a signature from her.

"Yeah," one beamed. "A signature from 'the Chosen One.'"

Harper smiled but it wasn't completely genuine. Once again she was denied having any type of normalcy. She didn't want this type of attention for what had happened. She wasn't seeking glory. She just wanted a normal life and to go to school as a normal student. Nevertheless, she retained that faux smile and leaned down for the Ravenclaws quill.

She drew a H.P. on ones arm and went to do the same on his friend when a sharp voice penetrated the air.

"What are you doing, Potter?" Malfoy asked as he stopped in his passing by.

Harper finished off the second signature with a lightning bolt before straightening up and looking over at Malfoy and his pair of goons. He had grown over the summer, with broader shoulders and a form that towered over the first years. His white-ashen hair was carefully parted to the side, not a strand out of place. And his eyes, that's what Harper noticed the most about him. They glistened brightly, cold and metallic, rivalling the most polished suit of armor. She tore her own green gems away, afraid he'd catch her staring. No matter how devilish the wizard was inside, she would never deny that Draco Malfoy was handsome.

"What does it look like?" Hermione's own lecturing tone cut through. "She was giving the boys signatures."

"Of course," he huffed and his eyes raked over her. "Famous Harper Potter."

She crossed her arms defensively, a slight frown bedecking her features. "Do you mind, Malfoy?" She asked.

Luckily for her an amused grin took over his face rather than a malicious sneer. "I do, in fact. See, I'm an even bigger fan. A signature won't suffice me."