Hi everyone! Ever since Cursed Child came out, I've been dying to write a Harry Potter fanfic. I've never written for Harry Potter before, but I couldn't get any of the idea's out of my head, so I figured I might as well write one! This is a fic from Draco's point of view, but it has a "Wicked" theme (aka, the bad guy is actually the good guy, but everyone just perceives him as bad for one reason or another). Anyway, this will go along with the books and the movie's (some scenes are book specific while other's are move specific). Anyway, please enjoy! Also the title is inspired by a post from Tumblr that I can't find (but J.K. Rowling tweeted about it), so if any of you know the original poster, please let me know, so I can give them credit!

Title: Draco Malfoy and the Rejected Handshake

Summary: Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. Really, he did. It was just pure coincidence that he kept saving him all the damn time.

Pairings: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

The Boy who Behaved

From an early age, Draco was taught about the respect that the Malfoy name demanded. As a Malfoy, he automatically earned the respect of everyone around him. The key of living up to the Malfoy name, his father taught him, was maintaining that respect. In doing so, Draco was denied many childhood pleasures like playing outside, making friends, or even throwing a tantrum. It was "unbefitting of a Malfoy" as his father liked to put it. Instead of toys and friends, reading had become his favorite activity, and with the library in the manor, he had no shortage of books to read. This made him far more educated than the other children, which only served to alienate him more when he did find people his age to talk to. It wasn't his fault though. As a Malfoy, he always had to behave poised, proper, and pristine.

It was incredibly frustrating.

At every event his parents dragged him to, Draco had to consistently smile and play the part of a perfect child. Many adults praised him for acting so mature for his age, and he would pretend to feel flattered. They would proceed to tell him how they wished their child would act like him and even went as far as pointing out their children in the crowd, who were all huddled together, laughing and having fun. Draco always stared at them in envy, wishing for once he could be a part of that crowd.

But he was a Malfoy, and a Malfoy had to act respectable in public.

In private, however, that was a different story. Draco could clearly see how differently his parents behaved in public compared to when they were in their home. It was such a startling difference that it caused Draco to question his father about it when he was younger, which was something he rarely did. He remembered that day vividly. His father was sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace, and he was reading a book. Draco remembered bravely approaching the chair and announcing his presence. His father had turned to him when Draco, quite bravely in his opinion, asked, "Why do you not talk about mudbloods in public?"

His father tensed for a moment before he sighed, placing the book on the table next to him. "Come here, Draco."

Draco walked towards him, blinking in surprise when he actually lifted the child up and placed him on his lap. "Father?"

"Do you remember what I told you about the Malfoy name?" his father asked.

"Yes."

"Then you remember how our name demands a certain respect from those around us?"

"Yes."

"Our opinions on the mudbloods are controversial at best," he explained. "After the Wizarding War, the majority of lesser family's do not want to hear about our views because it reminds them too much about the Dark Lord."

"And they feared the Dark Lord." Draco stated, watching as his father smiled and nodded at him.

"So much so they cannot even speak his name." He smiled, almost nostalgically. "It was a shame that he was defeated. He would have revolutionized the Ministry and kept our bloodlines pure; however, those opinions are not for the public, and it would disgrace us."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "Why are they not popular opinions?"

"It is because of family's like the Weasley's," Lucius sneered in disgust at the name. "They are far too fond of muggles, and they do not care if their bloodline is tainted with weakness and impurity. That is why we have to keep our opinions private, do you understand?"

Draco nodded, and Lucius smiled. Knowing the conversation ended, Draco slid off the chair and walked out of the room, the new information swirling in his head. His father admitted that acting shameful in private was all right so long as no one in the public knew…

It was a lesson that Draco took to heart that day, and it shaped his personality and his actions greatly.

"—And that is why, under these conditions, I believe that this new policy would greatly improve—" Draco absently nodded his head at whatever the man before him was saying. He was at another Ministry event, and once again, he was forced to mingle with the rest of the adults. His father and mother were off somewhere, most likely speaking to more important guests while he was left to smile and listen to whoever approached him.

Every time his parents left him alone at one of these events, adults would always approach him and treat him like a child. After briefly speaking to him, they would learn that he was much smarter than they expected and that his father was an incredibly powerful man. Almost instantly, they would try to impress him, most likely so he would talk to his father about them.

At this particular event, something rather odd happened.

"Oh what are you babbling on about?" A man with bright red hair and freckles chuckled. "He's just a kid! He doesn't care about policies!"

"A-ah but you don't know whose child this is!" The man stammered.

"I don't really care whose child it is! No kid wants to hear about boring governments!" The red haired man laughed as though this was just an amusing joke. "Why don't you talk to someone who would actually understand what you're talking about, hm?"

The man glared at the red haired man before stomping away. Draco frowned and glanced at the man. Judging by his appearance, he must have been a Weasley. His father told him enough about this family to know they were poor and had far too many children. Frowning, Draco stated, "I understood what he was talking about."

The Weasley man grinned, "Did you now? Sorry about that. Did you actually want to talk to him about the banking system though?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, trying to read the man before him. "I did."

The Weasley man snorted. "Could have fooled me. You looked incredibly bored, and I don't blame you. I even get bored listening to them talk about those things, and I work at the Ministry!"

"Yes, I'm aware," Draco nearly rolled his eyes. They were at a Ministry event! Honestly, how stupid did this man think he was? Still, Draco frowned, the man could clearly see he was bored with the conversation. Not many adults could see through his stoic mask... in fact, not even his own parents could. Why was a Weasley able to see things about him that even his own father could not?

"Plus I'm sure you want to talk about more exciting things! Like next week!" Weasley continued to speak excitedly, interrupting Draco's thoughts.

Draco frowned, "Next week?"

"The sixth year anniversary that Harry Potter took down You-Know-Who!" Wealsey whispered excitedly, and Draco froze. He knew all about Harry Potter and how he somehow defeated the Dark Lord. He also knew that it was a sullen day in the Malfoy household, and he would never think of looking forward to it. Still, Draco remembered his father's words about the difference of private and public behavior, so he smiled regardless.

"Yes, I am." He lied.

"I think it should become a holiday!" The Weasley man continued to grin. "Six years later, and I'm still excited about it!"

"Me too," Draco forced another grin. "It truly is amazing how a baby could possess such great power to defeat You-Know-Who."

"And a good thing too," The Weasley continued to ramble, almost as though he had forgotten that he was speaking to a child. "I wonder what ever happened to little Harry Potter…"

Draco tilted his head in confusion. "Does he not live with his parents?"

The Weasley man frowned at him. "Ah, no. His parents were mercilessly killed that night by You-Know-Who."

"W-what?" Draco froze then silently cursed at his stutter. "Did they attack him?"

"Well, no?" He was staring at the child with confused eyes, as though he was repeating knowledge that should be common. It was the first time anyone had ever treated Draco like he was stupid, and he instantly hated the feeling. "You-Know-Who invaded their home and just killed them."

"Why?" Draco breathed out, shocked to his very core that the Dark Lord would kill an innocent family.

"I don't know… there were a lot of reasons really," the man shrugged. "James Potter was pureblood, but he married a muggle-born woman. They were also active in the fight against him. It was also common for You-Know-Who to torture and kill his victims simply for being who they are. Heck, the only reason he's gone is because he tried to kill a baby. His violence isn't surprising… are you alright?"

No, Draco was not certainly alright! His eyes drifted to his father, who was speaking to one of the guests. Of all the stories his father told him of the Wizarding War, those details had never arisen. He had been told bedtime stories about how the Dark Lord rose during a time when wizards were impure, choosing to marry muggles and accept muggle-borns into their schools and government. He had been told how cruel and vicious muggles were and how they would slaughter witches and wizards years ago. The Dark Lord wanted to protect the purity of the magic that witches and wizards possessed while also keeping the lesser, violent muggles away from their more civilized society.

But his father never told him the Dark Lord would kill and torture innocent people. He never even told him the Dark Lord killed Potter's parents or attempted to kill an innocent baby! Just that the Potter baby somehow defeated the Dark Lord. Draco couldn't ever recall his father even speaking of the Potter adults!

"Y-yes," Draco stated, trying to keep his voice and actions under control. "I just… I suppose my parents were trying to protect me from the violence of the story…"

"Oh!" Weasley gasped in horror. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize some family's would try and censor the story! I didn't mean to—"

"Didn't mean to what?" A cold voice entered the conversation, and Draco froze at the sound of his father. Almost instantly, Draco saw Weasley's eyes darken, and he stood up taller.

"Malfoy." Weasley stated with a dark tone.

"Weasley." His father replied, disgust clear in his voice. "What were you speaking to my son about?"

Draco clenched his fists, his eyes darting from his father and Weasley. If Weasley revealed he told Draco the truth about what happened the night the Dark Lord was defeated, Lucius would no doubt try to cover up the story. Before the banquet, Draco would have never dreamed that Lucius would ever lie to him. Now more than ever Draco wanted the truth, and he couldn't have his father's lies stand in the way of that.

"He was talking about some muggle device," Draco lied smoothly. He was able to do it with most adults, so there was no reason why his father would be able to detect the lie. Weasley's eyes widened in shock, and he practically gaped at the kid. Draco nearly rolled his eyes. Did the Weasley man know no subtly? "What?" He spat out, trying to cover for the idiot man. "Didn't think I would tell my father the truth, did you?"

"I…" Weasley trailed off, clearly not knowing what to say.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at the red haired man. "I would appreciate it if you did not talk to my son about such useless things."

It was obvious that the Weasley man was still recovering from Draco's lie, and he merely nodded. Glancing at Draco with a strange expression, he turned and walked away. Draco nearly sighed in relief, but he wouldn't dare do that in front of his father. Instead he sneered in the man's direction, "Pity, isn't it? That a pureblood could have such a love for muggles?"

Lucius smirked at his son in pride before walking away, most likely to talk to someone more influential. Draco finally let out the sigh of relief he was holding in, and he watched his father walk away with a newfound suspicion he never felt before.

Perhaps he should do more reading about what exactly transpired during the Wizarding War…

I hope you all liked it! Each chapter will be from Draco's POV, so it won't be until chapter three that he and Harry actually meet. Just a warning, this is a Drarry story, but it will be slow build! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and if I should continue it!