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Hollister · 10-10-2007, 04:26 PM

WHAT IF DRACO [Muggle] - PUBLIC SCHOOL AND SUPER HEROES - Eerised

Draco Malfoy was a good ten years old and bratty as any child born to aristocracy could be. He had no friends at school and didn’t really want any. He was the type to have lackeys, not friends. It was this year however, that he would be starting at a new school, in a new neighborhood. His father had taken up a new position and subsequently moved from the lovely chateau they called home to a smaller home. The worst part about all this was that Draco would be attending public school and that alone made him feign sickness on his first day.

“Draco Malfoy, I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense,” his mother berated shooing him from the room and out to the car, where the chauffer waited.

“Make sure he gets to class, Pierre.”

Pierre nodded once, as Draco settled himself in the seat. “Not to worry. I’ll walk him there if I have to.”

Draco groaned, not at all fond of the mortification factor. Having a chauffer while attending private school was one thing, but the children at public schools were crass and thought they were better than you simply because they thought you thought you were better than them; never mind if you actually were better.

Draco let out a martyred sigh as they pulled up to the school.

“If you can promise me you’ll go to class, I’ll drop you off here so none of the other kids see,” Pierre said.

Draco thought this over for a moment. He'd already lost already; he might as well admit defeat. With a sigh and a nod, he hopped from the car and walked towards the office. There was a woman at the desk who smiled kindly at him.

“Hello,” she said. “You must be Draco! Would you like me to show you where your class is?” Hardly waiting for a nod, she got up and left the other receptionist alone, guiding Draco out the front door and to his class.

“Alright,” she said, opening the door. “Here you are.”

Looking around the room Draco saw only one other student already there. He was a very scrawny boy and wore clothes that were far too big for him. His jet black hair stuck up in every direction and broken glasses framed his large green eyes. Draco sighed as the woman led him to an empty seat beside the boy where he plopped down. She went to the front of the room where the teacher was sitting.

The two women began speaking and Draco tuned them out, instead turning his attention to the boy sitting next to him. He was surprised to see wide green eyes inches from his face, a calculating expression etched into the soft features.

“Do you mind?”

The boy blushed and sat back, muttering something that sounded like an apology.

“So, who are you?”

“Harry Potter.”

Draco sniggered, wondering who on Earth would be so cruel as to name their child that. “Right, well, I’m Draco Malfoy. It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, noting the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “Are you going to shake it or stare in avid interest at it all day?”

Harry seemed to snap out of it and quickly shook Draco’s hand. “Er, right. It’s nice to meet you.” Green eyes scanned Draco’s face for a moment. “You’re new.”

“Clearly. Don’t you keep tabs on your classmates, Harry? Unless you’re new you should know people by name and face.”

Harry cast his eyes down, a blush creeping over his face once again. “Er… no, I don’t. I don’t really talk to anyone so I don’t really bother learning names. Or faces.” He looked back up at Draco. “Why are you so—shiny?”

Draco nearly choked at that. “I beg your pardon?”

“You’re shiny.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Are you touched in the head?”

“Er... I don't think so.”

“Right, Harry. Do you want to be my lackey or whatever it is you plebeians call it?”

“Y-you want to be my friend?”

“Oh, Harry. I don’t need a friend. Friends are for people who don’t have money.”

“Oh. Sorry, I thought—“

Draco eyed Harry suspiciously. “Alright, fine. I’ll be your friend on one condition: You do what I say?”

Harry’s eyes were alight with excitement. He didn’t even pause to think over his answer. “I’d like to be your friend. I’d like that a lot. Thank you.” Harry’s smile was brighter than the sun, a kind of awe etched in his face.

“You’re welcome.”

Over the next few days, Draco learned many things about Harry; such as, Harry didn’t get to eat a lot at home, that his cousin beat him up, that his parents had died, that his clothes were all hand-me-downs, and that Harry had no friends besides Draco, which suited him just fine because then he didn’t have to share his friend.

One day while sitting with Harry and talking about consequential things that only ten year olds could see as such, Dudley Dursley approached the two, flanked by his gang. Draco rolled his eyes at the two, while Harry looked ready to bolt.

“Go away you buffoons. Can’t you see we’re trying to have an intelligent conversation? Your mere presence is lowering our IQs and turning this conversation into a grunt-fest. Now be gone with you.” Draco made a shooing motion, turning back to Harry.

Dudley cracked his knuckles. “What was that rich boy?”

“Oh, dear, it seems I’ve used words one syllable too big, possibly two syllables,” he said smirking.

Dudley may not have been bright, but he knew when Draco smirked that he’d just been insulted and thus made to hit the boy. Of course, no one knew, not even Harry himself, that he was a powerful wizard and Dudley ended up hitting a tree that hadn’t been in front of Draco before.

Dudley and his gang left, with Dudley crying about broken bones and promising Harry he’d tell his parents. Harry was looking rather nervous, while Draco stared at the tree before him, not sure what to make of it.

“Harry, how did this get here?”

“Er… I-I don’t know.” Harry shuffled his feet, nervously. Draco knew exactly what that gesture meant: Harry was keeping something from him.

“Alright, spill, Potter.”

Harry knew whenever Draco called him 'Potter' that he meant business, so with a sigh, he began to explain. “I don’t know. I just… sometimes weird things happen around me. I- I just didn’t want him to hurt you and so… I just… I don’t know. One minute I’m thinking I need to do something to save you, the next minute there’s a tree.”

Draco watched Harry for a moment before his face split into a smile. “Brilliant. I must be the luckiest bloke in the world! I’ve got a friend with super powers.” He laughed, swinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders and beginning to walk. “So, tell me, what’s your super hero name going to be? How about Dragon Boy!”

Harry’s mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as Draco went on. “A-are you serious? You want to be my friend still?”

“Of course. But only if you promise to save me when I get into trouble. And if you call yourself Dragon Boy.” Draco sniggered. “Well, Mr. Hero, what do you say?”

Harry smiled. “Brilliant.”

“Well, Dragon Boy. Let’s go save the day!” Draco giggled, grabbing Harry’s hand and running off, dragging Harry with him. Of course, neither could know that Harry really was a hero and would in fact save Draco from certain death. But when you’re ten years old with a good friend, all the grown-up stuff doesn’t really matter.

I've decided that you can now post your vote here. IF YOU LIKE. If you want to keep it annonymous that's fine, just PM me or Sky =].

10-10-2007, 04:26 PM	#2 (permalink)
Hollister DMFC Co-President TFFC Scribe AWESOME Person Spamarama Centaur Location: Neverland. Join Date: Nov 2006 Posts: 24,187 Hogwarts RPG Name: Miles Parker.	WHAT IF DRACO [Muggle] - PUBLIC SCHOOL AND SUPER HEROES - Eerised Draco Malfoy was a good ten years old and bratty as any child born to aristocracy could be. He had no friends at school and didn’t really want any. He was the type to have lackeys, not friends. It was this year however, that he would be starting at a new school, in a new neighborhood. His father had taken up a new position and subsequently moved from the lovely chateau they called home to a smaller home. The worst part about all this was that Draco would be attending public school and that alone made him feign sickness on his first day. “Draco Malfoy, I don’t want to hear any of this nonsense,” his mother berated shooing him from the room and out to the car, where the chauffer waited. “Make sure he gets to class, Pierre.” Pierre nodded once, as Draco settled himself in the seat. “Not to worry. I’ll walk him there if I have to.” Draco groaned, not at all fond of the mortification factor. Having a chauffer while attending private school was one thing, but the children at public schools were crass and thought they were better than you simply because they thought you thought you were better than them; never mind if you actually were better. Draco let out a martyred sigh as they pulled up to the school. “If you can promise me you’ll go to class, I’ll drop you off here so none of the other kids see,” Pierre said. Draco thought this over for a moment. He'd already lost already; he might as well admit defeat. With a sigh and a nod, he hopped from the car and walked towards the office. There was a woman at the desk who smiled kindly at him. “Hello,” she said. “You must be Draco! Would you like me to show you where your class is?” Hardly waiting for a nod, she got up and left the other receptionist alone, guiding Draco out the front door and to his class. “Alright,” she said, opening the door. “Here you are.” Looking around the room Draco saw only one other student already there. He was a very scrawny boy and wore clothes that were far too big for him. His jet black hair stuck up in every direction and broken glasses framed his large green eyes. Draco sighed as the woman led him to an empty seat beside the boy where he plopped down. She went to the front of the room where the teacher was sitting. The two women began speaking and Draco tuned them out, instead turning his attention to the boy sitting next to him. He was surprised to see wide green eyes inches from his face, a calculating expression etched into the soft features. “Do you mind?” The boy blushed and sat back, muttering something that sounded like an apology. “So, who are you?” “Harry Potter.” Draco sniggered, wondering who on Earth would be so cruel as to name their child that. “Right, well, I’m Draco Malfoy. It’s nice to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, noting the surprised expression on Harry’s face. “Are you going to shake it or stare in avid interest at it all day?” Harry seemed to snap out of it and quickly shook Draco’s hand. “Er, right. It’s nice to meet you.” Green eyes scanned Draco’s face for a moment. “You’re new.” “Clearly. Don’t you keep tabs on your classmates, Harry? Unless you’re new you should know people by name and face.” Harry cast his eyes down, a blush creeping over his face once again. “Er… no, I don’t. I don’t really talk to anyone so I don’t really bother learning names. Or faces.” He looked back up at Draco. “Why are you so—shiny?” Draco nearly choked at that. “I beg your pardon?” “You’re shiny.” Draco rolled his eyes. “Are you touched in the head?” “Er... I don't think so.” “Right, Harry. Do you want to be my lackey or whatever it is you plebeians call it?” “Y-you want to be my friend?” “Oh, Harry. I don’t need a friend. Friends are for people who don’t have money.” “Oh. Sorry, I thought—“ Draco eyed Harry suspiciously. “Alright, fine. I’ll be your friend on one condition: You do what I say?” Harry’s eyes were alight with excitement. He didn’t even pause to think over his answer. “I’d like to be your friend. I’d like that a lot. Thank you.” Harry’s smile was brighter than the sun, a kind of awe etched in his face. “You’re welcome.” Over the next few days, Draco learned many things about Harry; such as, Harry didn’t get to eat a lot at home, that his cousin beat him up, that his parents had died, that his clothes were all hand-me-downs, and that Harry had no friends besides Draco, which suited him just fine because then he didn’t have to share his friend. One day while sitting with Harry and talking about consequential things that only ten year olds could see as such, Dudley Dursley approached the two, flanked by his gang. Draco rolled his eyes at the two, while Harry looked ready to bolt. “Go away you buffoons. Can’t you see we’re trying to have an intelligent conversation? Your mere presence is lowering our IQs and turning this conversation into a grunt-fest. Now be gone with you.” Draco made a shooing motion, turning back to Harry. Dudley cracked his knuckles. “What was that rich boy?” “Oh, dear, it seems I’ve used words one syllable too big, possibly two syllables,” he said smirking. Dudley may not have been bright, but he knew when Draco smirked that he’d just been insulted and thus made to hit the boy. Of course, no one knew, not even Harry himself, that he was a powerful wizard and Dudley ended up hitting a tree that hadn’t been in front of Draco before. Dudley and his gang left, with Dudley crying about broken bones and promising Harry he’d tell his parents. Harry was looking rather nervous, while Draco stared at the tree before him, not sure what to make of it. “Harry, how did this get here?” “Er… I-I don’t know.” Harry shuffled his feet, nervously. Draco knew exactly what that gesture meant: Harry was keeping something from him. “Alright, spill, Potter.” Harry knew whenever Draco called him 'Potter' that he meant business, so with a sigh, he began to explain. “I don’t know. I just… sometimes weird things happen around me. I- I just didn’t want him to hurt you and so… I just… I don’t know. One minute I’m thinking I need to do something to save you, the next minute there’s a tree.” Draco watched Harry for a moment before his face split into a smile. “Brilliant. I must be the luckiest bloke in the world! I’ve got a friend with super powers.” He laughed, swinging an arm around Harry’s shoulders and beginning to walk. “So, tell me, what’s your super hero name going to be? How about Dragon Boy!” Harry’s mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as Draco went on. “A-are you serious? You want to be my friend still?” “Of course. But only if you promise to save me when I get into trouble. And if you call yourself Dragon Boy.” Draco sniggered. “Well, Mr. Hero, what do you say?” Harry smiled. “Brilliant.” “Well, Dragon Boy. Let’s go save the day!” Draco giggled, grabbing Harry’s hand and running off, dragging Harry with him. Of course, neither could know that Harry really was a hero and would in fact save Draco from certain death. But when you’re ten years old with a good friend, all the grown-up stuff doesn’t really matter. I've decided that you can now post your vote here. IF YOU LIKE. If you want to keep it annonymous that's fine, just PM me or Sky =]. Last edited by Hollister : 10-11-2007 at 08:30 PM.