Chapter 1

Draco's POV

"Calm down, Draco" I said to myself as I paced my bedroom. It was about 7am and I had to be at my new school at 8. I was terrified. I had hurriedly got dressed and showered and I was wearing a white v neck shirt with a denim jacket open on top, a pair of dark blue jeans and red sneakers. My bag was packed with books and pencils that I had bought the previous day.

"Hurry up Draco!" I heard the familiar voice of my mother from downstairs.
"Coming!" I yelled back and grabbed my bag and ran out of my room and down the stairs. My dad was sat at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee ("gross" I thought to myself) and a newspaper. "Bye, Dad!" I said as I walked out of the front door. He looked up from his newspaper and peered over his glasses.
"Bye, Draco"

When I got to school, there was still 10 minutes until the bell would ring so I walked over to a bench and took out my book.
"Haha, look at that nerd!" came a voice, suddenly my book was thrown form my hands
"Hey!" I said instinctively "What's your problem?" I looked up and saw a group of boys, all looked like they were in my year.

"Who do you think you are?" said the tough one at the front, he looked like the leader. He was wearing a red and white jacket and ocean blue jeans. I couldn't help but look into his jungle green eyes. His dark black hair seemed to be covering some sort of scar on his forehead.
"I'm Draco" I said timidly "Can I have my book back please?" The bully laughed and threw my book on the floor
"Come on guys" he said, looking around at his gang "Let's beat up this nerd" I backed away slowly.

Suddenly the bell rung and it was time for everyone's first lesson. The bully and his posse ran off to their lessons. "Saved by the bell" I thought to myself and picked up my book and ran to my locker to pick up my books and went to my first lesson.

I was late, typical for my first day, and sat in the back next to a guy who smiled at me as I walked in. He seemed to be doodling something in his notebook, but closed it quickly before I could make it out. His hair was unusually white, as were his eyes. I couldn't look away until he made eye contact and grinned widely.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he whispered to me. I blushed profusely and carried on making my notes.

AN - thanks for reading, friends! :* i hope you enjoy! - Moist