Draco Malfoy And The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter Eight: Halloween

There are several dialogue quotes taken from JK Rowling's Sorcerer's Stone in this book. This is to convey the same story she wrote, but from another character's POV. The quotes taken directly from the book have three quotation marks (instead of two) around them to signify she wrote them and that I am citing them. Because I am transforming pieces of her work into something new this falls under the Fair Use Act. Additionally, JK Rowling has stated that she is okay with noncommercial fan fiction. All direct quotes, the Harry Potter storyline, and the characters all belong to JK Rowling.

The next morning Draco was surprised and again unhappy to see Harry at the breakfast table pouring himself a glass of orange juice. Still a week later the four of them were discussing how it was that Harry escaped the rule crazed caretaker, Filch.

"Do you think he caught on, and didn't go?" Asked Pansy for the hundredth time.

"It doesn't matter whether he went, stayed, escaped, got caught. We all know they aren't going to expel him," mumbled Daphne grumpily.

"What happened to little Ms. Sunshine?" Draco teased.

"Nothing, I'm fine," said Daphne. "I just am getting really fed up over all these people swooning over him. I'm smart enough to suck it up and act friendly, but truth be told I can't take it right now. Especially in the morning," she yawned and stuffed a biscuit into her mouth.

"We're in the minority," mumbled Draco.

"We're not," said Blaise. "The effect is wearing off the other students too. Gryffindor might still be amazed by him, but the other houses are finding it annoying that Saint Potter gets all the attention. The Ravenclaws are mad that the teachers are favoring him when he doesn't have the best work ethic, and the Hufflepuffs are mad that he has been getting special treatment... Like that," said Blaise, pointing to Harry's recognizable snowy owl which was dropping off a large parcel.

"What are you getting at?" Asked Draco completely confused.

"He is a boy with no family Malfoy," said Blaise. "Who do you think is sending him parcels, Godric? I bet you anything it's a broom."

"What? No!" Draco spat. "They are not allowed for first years. My father tried everything to let me take mine."

"Suit yourself Draco, but I don't know what else that would be," said Blaise.

"Crabbe, Goyle!" Draco shouted. And the three of them got up and followed him on his command.

"Oh look what you started," said Daphne, ripping Draco's newspaper out of Blaise's hands and ripping it up out of spite. "Are you trying to start a riot?"

Blaise shrugged his shoulders and put the paper back together with a flick of his wand.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Malfoy speed down the hallway after Ron and Harry who were seemingly trying to sneak off to the dorms with the package. They jumped right in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.

Draco seized the package angrily and felt it. "'That's a broomstick,'" he said, jealously and threw it back to Harry, almost knocking him clean in the face. "'You'll be in for it this time, Potter, first years aren't allowed them.'"

"'It's not any old broomstick,'" said Ron with a huge grin. "'it's a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say you've got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty? Comets look flashy, but they're not in the same league as the Nimbus.'"

"'What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldn't afford half the handle,'" Snapped Malfoy, who was now ready to pounce at any moment. "'I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig.'"