I realized it has been years since I have uploaded and I would like to apologize for it. I rewrote, then forgot and rewrote this story several times to the point where I forgot why I started this story. I recently realized why I did start this story and that is because I love writing and Harry Potter was a childhood memory of mine. I won't give empty promises of weekly or even monthly uploads. But I will try to finish this story. Thanks to konkonforever, for betaing this. If anyone is still reading that is, thank you so much for you patience, I know it has been years but I'm trying. Also, to get my drive running, if anyone could suggest first, middle and even last name, that would be a great help. Thank you

~crystalchaosprincess

Book One:

Chapter Four:

Introduction

Draco Malfoy

Draco felt his breath catch in his throat as sharp green eyes stared into his own. His entire body felt as though it was hit with a binding hex as it froze in place while the assistant tailored his clothes to his father's directions.

Who was this boy?

"Harry…" the green eyed boy answered, his voice a soft whisper. He could feel his body lean forwards "Harry," he echoed back.

Harry, the name echoed through his mind, as his eyes took in the boy's too large outfit and messy dark, unkempt hair, a strange terrifying thought crossed his mind.

What if this Harry was a Muggleborn? His heart constricted as he realized he wouldn't be able to speak with the boy as freely as he wanted to. He could practically see the disappointment leaking from his mother as her icy blue eyes gazed down at him for. His brow crinkled in confusion, for what exactly? Talking to him? No, that wasn't it. He bit his lip as he thought about why his mother would be so disappointed in him.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly missed what Harry said.

"Yes, Harry Potter." Potter, his mind seized upon that thought. Potter. There was an ancient line of Potters, and his body sagged slightly with relief. He looked back at Harry, not knowing that he had looked away in his panic.

"Hello," he said, "I'm Draco Malfoy."

Harry's lips lifted up in amusement, "I know," he stated, "You said that five minutes ago."

He flushed in embarrassment; he could feel the blood rushing up to his cheeks, painting it a rosy red. He should know, his friends have often made fun of him because of it. He heard the assistant giggling at him and anger rushed through him.

How dare this servant laugh at him!

His shoulders hunched up a bit in humiliation and he sneered at the woman at his feet, "Is there something funny?"

He attempted to mimic his father's drawling voice and imposing figure. It worked.

"No sir." She said, her head immediately dropping down to continue her tailoring, her body trembling when she realized the damage he could to do her…to her reputation. He felt a smug smile spread across his face; that will show the wench. He turned back to Harry just in time to see a frown on his face and he felt shame.

"Hogwarts?" he asked again to push away what just happened.

Harry nodded, "Yes." A smile seemed to ghost his lips and he realized that he had asked that question before too. He searched for a topic to speak about. He had never felt so out of place before. "Do you have a favorite subject?"

Harry looked up, "English."

"English?" Draco thought in confusion. A strange smile came over his face as he thought about what Harry meant by English. Did he not grow up in Great Britain? Was he a foreign student? He did not detect an accent. He looked him over once more, is that why he is dressed in this way?

"Sir, you're done," Draco startled and looked down at the women he sneered at before. What was wrong with him today? He nodded in acceptance and stepped off the stool. He gazed at the boy as he waited for his package.

He hesitated around the shop and stared at Harry, trying to think of any topic to prolong his stay. He noticed how Harry's body spoke of someone who was athletic. A spark of excitement lit up in him, maybe he played Quidditch or horse raced, however, muggle that was. They could bond over that. He could come over and they could play in his mother's garden (he winced when he remembered the last time he played in his mother's garden, it was not pleasant). They could race his father's abraxen! Despite his father's dislike of strangers, he was sure that he could convince his father to allow it. Thoughts of play-dates circled through his mind, and as he turned to ask Harry, he connected eyes again and felt the world stop once more. Green eyes stared into his own, trapping him in that shop. It felt hot all of a sudden, he needed to leave, he couldn't breathe. "You should look at the curriculum for Hogwarts, they may be different than yours."

Harry tilted his head in slight confusion but nodded in agreement, "Ok," his lips rose at a corner, "Thank you for the advice."

Draco blinked, and ducked his head, mentally berating himself for the uncharacteristic show of Malfoy behavior. He had never gotten a sincere thank you before, he flushed. "You're welcome," he answered inaudible.

"Sir, your uniform is all ready to go." He made his way towards the exit and looked back at Harry. "See you at Hogwarts?"

Harry nodded and gave him another smile. "See you at Hogwarts."

- (Scene Break ) -

"How was Madam Malkin," Narcissa Malfoy asked her son, noticing his inattention at the meal in front of him. She frowned at his slouched position and made a small movement with her head to show her displeasure; giving him a small nod of approval when he sat up straight automatically. This showed that his education as a pureblood was not slacking. The frown, however, did not leave her face. They would have to correct his behavior when they got home.

Draco looked away from his pheasant; he could still feel his heart beating from meeting Harry earlier that afternoon.

"Pleasant, mother," He looked down at his meal, the bird was half-eaten and the vegetables were scattered around. He held in a wince and hoped his father didn't notice his inattentiveness. He wondered what Harry was doing right at this very moment.

"Really?" She took in his expression, it was different than usual. It was almost as if he had something else in his mind. Draco smiled slightly, taking a small glance to see if his father was paying attention to the conversation. But as usual, his father's cold eyes were staring at the Daily Prophet, barely touching his lunch. The family rings decorating his fingers, Draco's jaw started to ache in memory.

"Yes, mother."

"Narcissa," his father warned, his voice cold and hard, "Leave the boy alone. He is not to be coddled with. He will be arriving at Hogwarts and the last thing he needs is for the others to see him being held by his mother's hand. If there is an issue, he will handle it like a Malfoy."

Narcissa gave a sharp nod and Draco swallowed thickly in fear, "Father, my apologies". His father threw him a sharp look and he contained a wince. Malfoy's do not apologize in public.

Lucius went back to his paper and Draco nearly sighed in relief when it seemed that conversation would be dropped, "Why are you distracted Draco?"

"I was thinking of what house Longbottom would end up in." The words came out without a thought.

Lucius blinked and a grimace spread across his face alongside with his mother, "We do not worry about the opinions of sheep," he stated, "and that boy is sheep".

Draco never lied to his father before. Not once was he able to stare into his father's eyes and lie, but yet, without thinking he had lied. "Yes father." His heart and mind raced, why did he lie to his father about Harry? And without a thought.

"It would be best if we were to leave." His mother said, pressing the napkin against her rosy lips, fingers sparkling with the jewels his father had brought her. He had always loved looking at those when he was younger. His father did not respond but stood up and folded up the paper against his body, the galleons were already on the table for payment.

Draco stood, his pheasant barely eaten, shock still circulating at the fact that he managed to lie to his father and get away with it.

Green eyes entered his mind and he felt his pulse race again. What's wrong with him?

- (Scene break :O) -

Harry watched as his aunt hurried out of the second bedroom that was now deemed to be his. He glanced around at the broken toys on the floor, the three legged desk leaning against the wall, and the bed with a mattress that was as soft as a rock; and he laughed. He lifted up a hand to contain it and shook with pure amusement and shock.

He shut the door and slid down, pulling a small shrunken trunk out of his pocket and putting on the ground, the laugh that had erupted finally tapered off. "Large" he said and the brown and chestnut trunk grew and grew till it became the size of a medium suitcase. He opened it, peering inside to see his books and the remains of his galleons that he managed to change to pounds. A smirk curled around his lips as he lifted up his wand to his face.

"This will be fun."