Alien: A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Day 1: Draco

I'd never think I would actually be successful in getting out of the Wizarding World.

It was just a fantasy, but the second The Dark Lord appeared at my door, somehow I got the balls to walk out that door and go somewhere in America called California. I just picked somewhere that would be far far away from Father and those godawful Death Eaters.

I was able to buy a house in a nice neighborhood with a high school a few blocks from it. I stayed in my house for most of the summer, hoping that Father would never come.

He didn't.

I was finally free. 

I was sitting on my porch when I spotted a girl my age walking her dog. She had brown hair that went to the middle of her stomach, she was of average height, with perfect olive skin, and hazel eyes. I should have said hi, but I didn't. I guess I was too nervous.

It was the first day of school and I walked the three blocks to Franklin High School. The building was pretty big, with different paintings covering it. Kids from the ages of fourteen to eighteen flooded the building. I followed a few kids to get to the lockers. I watched people as they came in, fresh tans on their skin. 

"You must be new." Says a voice behind me. I snap around, and a guy with brown hair and blue eyes was leaning on an empty locker.

"Yeah, I am," I mutter.

"Cameron Adams." He shakes my hand.

"Draco Malfoy," I reply. I notice a familiar girl walk in through the back door. It was the girl who lives on my street.

"Who's that?" I ask Cameron.

"Oh boy, you really are new. That's Sasha Myers. Captain of the swim team, head of the Student Council, and the debate team. In all AP classes too. All the guys like her, but she says none of them are acceptable." He rolls his eyes at that notion.

The bell rings, and I head to my first class, AP English. I take a seat somewhere in the middle, and Sasha happens to sit next to me. She's wearing a Rolling Stones shirt with a tongue out, and jeans with little glitter cherries on it. Her long hair was down, and medium-sized hoops were in her ears. She opens her sunflower patterned backpack to get a pencil case when she notices me.

"Oh, you must be new." She says. I nod.

"Sasha Myers." I shake her hand.

"Draco Malfoy," I say quietly. Sasha nods, but the teacher walks in. It's a man in his late forties, dark hair, brown eyes, and wearing some sort of suit.

"Welcome students. I hope you all had a good summer. Now we will be doing a Syllabus activity. I will hand you a copy of my syllabus. You and a partner will look it over, then decide what you want to be changed. Then, write a claim, with supporting evidence, and reasoning on why it should be changed." His eyes land on me.

"Ms. Myers." He looks at Sasha.

"Yes, Mr. Sanders?" She asks in a normal tone. Good, she's not a suck-up.

"I see we have a new student. Would you like to work with him, seeing as how I trust you with new students?" He looks at me.

"Sure." Sasha smiles at me, and I return it.

Mr. Sanders let us walk around while discussing, so Sasha took out a white clipboard and clipped the packet to the clipboard. We walked in silence a bit until Sasha led me outside.

"This all seems reasonable." She says, and I nod.

"Wait, not all of it. Why is homework worth more than reflections?" I point to the pie graph that shows what everything was worth. Reflections were only 10%, while Homework is 15%.

"Huh, I did not see that. It should be reversed." Sasha sits on a bench and begs to write, the ink from her ballpoint pen flowing freely as she writes in perfect, clear, but fast handwriting.

"Should I help?" I ask.

"Sure. Tell me if this is good. 'Reflections should be worth 15% of our grade because they show how we as students can improve, and is focusing on our growth in this class.'" She reads.

"Sounds good. I can do the evidence part if you want." I offer.

"Sure, we can do reasoning together." Sasha hands me her pen, and I start writing. She looks over my shoulder, nodding along.

"Looks good."

"Thanks." I smile and notice how Sasha's eyes look more green in the sun. We quickly finish the reasoning and get dismissed from class early. Cameron meets me outside of English.

"How did that go?" He asks.

"Good I guess. Sasha and I were partners." Cameron poked at me, and I swat him.

"It was nothing. We just worked, that's all." I say, sort of wishing it was more.

"Don't swoop in too fast. Sasha's got an extremely protective brother." Cameron warns before the next bell rings. Off to AP Chemistry, a class I don't know much about, but somehow got into. Kids are already inside, chatting away. I spot Cameron in the back and sit next to him. Sasha is with another kid at the table next to us. She smiles at me, and I smile back.

"Good morning, students. Let us begin by reviewing last year's curriculum." A name tag that says Mrs. West sits on her desk. She starts going on about cells, and anatomy, and biology, and a whole bunch of stuff that I don't understand. I only pay attention when she says "quiz this Friday" and my head hits the desk.

"Is everything alright?" Mrs. West asks, and I turn bright red.

"Mrs. West. he's new and this may be stressing him out." Sasha chirps up, and I thank her silently.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Sasha, would you mind helping him out?" Mrs. West asks, and Sasha nods. The bell rings, indicating that it's now a free period for a lucky few. Like me and Sasha.

Sasha motions for me to follow her, and I do. She hands me a slip of paper.

"Here's my number to text me. Want to meet up at my place at 7?" She asks. My stomach flutters, but I shove it away.

"Sure. That works." I say, trying not to sound too keen.

"Sweet. I think we live on the same block. I'm the house with the White fence." Sasha walks to her locker, her hair flowing as she walks.

Do I have a crush?

Yes.

NO!

Maybe?