Disclaimer: Everyone excepting my own character (duh) belongs to J.K.
Rowling. No sue-ing. Also, some of the language I (coughs) borrowed from
'The Electric Kid' and 'Batman Beyond'. No sue-ing again, only sto-ah,
BORROWED one word!
Draco's eyelids opened slowly. He sat up in his bed, silky sheets rustling
softly and stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. He ran a hand through his
messy hair then put it down beside him. And touched something warm. He
looked to his left. Gray-blue eyes met gray-blue as Draco stared at a pale
blonde boy who was staring at him with the same amount of shock. Then at
the same time they leapt out of bed.
"What the hell were you doing in my BED?" Draco shouted.
"Are you insane? This is MY bed!" the boy retorted.
"Last time I checked, this was MINE"
"Really, it was MINE the last time I checked"
"What were you doing in my BED?" Draco repeated. The boy rolled his eyes.
"Right. YOUR bed. You're crazy," he said, then his eyes widened slightly.
"Omigod, you're crazy…" he repeated.
"Look, OK, I am going to go to the bathroom. See? The BATHROOM. And when I
come back you will be GONE. Got that? GONE" the boy said, slowly, as if
Draco had a brain problem. Draco clenched his fists.
"Hey, how dare you-"
He didn't get to finish. The boy charged into the bathroom and slammed the
door shut. Draco sat on his bed, trying to figure out what was happening.
Suddenly there was a loud crash coming from the bathroom, accompanied by a
'damn!' In alarm Draco raced to the bathroom door.
"What? WHAT?" he yelled. There was a silence.
"Didn't I tell you to go?" the voice came from the other side of the door.
"I need to brush my TEETH!"
"WITH MY BRUSH?" the boy asked in alarm. Draco's eyes widened.
"You're not brushing your teeth right NOW are you?" he asked a little
fearfully. There was a spitting noise.
Draco hammered on the door. "YOU BETTER NOT BE USING MY BRUSH!" he yelled.
"It's MY brush!" the boy shouted back.
There was a silence.
"EEEEEURGHHHHH!" the boy shouted and there was a frantic spitting noise
with the taps on at full.
"What?" Draco asked frantically. There was another embarrassed silence.
"This isn't my brush" the boy said quietly.
"What?" Draco asked, not hearing.
"WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BRUSH? THIS ONE ISN'T MINE!" the boy hollered.
There was another silence.
"Told you so" Draco smirked.
The boy sat on Draco's bed toweling his wet hair when Draco came out. The
boy glanced at him then sat bolt upright.
"Oh my god" he said.
"What?" Draco asked, looking at himself self-consciously.
"You're not going like THAT are you?" the boy asked. Draco looked at the
front of his robes, checking for stains.
"Not your clothes your HAIR!"
Draco felt just the tiniest bit offended. "What's wrong with my hair?" he
The boy stared. His lips curved upwards. "You're not serious…" he saw
Draco's frowning face then cracked up.
"You ARE serious!" he laughed. Draco glared coldly at him then walked out
of the room, leaving the boy to roll around on the bed gasping in between
"Hey!" Crabbe exclaimed as the boy gave him a push.
"Shove over" the boy said and sat down in between Draco and an indignant
Crabbe. He looked at the food then stuck out his tongue.
"Urgh, what IS that?" he asked. Draco looked in the direction of his gaze
"Cornflakes" he said. The boy looked at the large bowl filled with the
crunchy cornflakes disbelievingly.
"THESE are cornflakes? What is this school trying to do, POISON us?"
"Why yes I do believe so" Draco said sarcastically. The boy ignored him.
"And what did they DO to the TABLES? Is this REAL WOOD?" he asked, flicking
the table with a finger.
"What did you THINK it was?"
"How disgusting. What happened to the marble tables?"
Draco choked. "Marble?"
"Duh, marble! You thick or something? Not this… this cheap stuff!" the boy
said gesturing at the tables, a look of disgust on his face. Draco felt his
blood boil. How dare he suddenly just appear and treat him, DRACO MALFOY,
as just a stupid imbecile! And how dare he appear in his BED!
"You know, you're too snobbish for your own good" Draco said, practically
spitting out his words. The boy looked at him, fists clenched.
"Snobbish? Oh you should talk Mr. I've-got-silk-undies!"
Draco turned red. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY UNDERWEAR CLOSET?" he
hollered, ignoring the rather alarmed glances tossed in his direction.
"YOUR UNDERWEAR CLOSET? YOU WERE IN MY BED!" the boy bellowed. There was a
loud mutter and everyone shuffled as far away as they could from the two.
"Geez I'm hungry. I hope they still have something left" Ron said.
"Well we wouldn't be late if you had just taken our advice and woken up a
bit earlier" Hermione said.
"I was sleepy. Was doing my Potions homework last night. That stupid
Snape's trying to kill us" Ron grumbled. Harry grinned.
"Well that would make one of Trelawney's predictions correct wouldn't it?"
he joked. Ron grinned, remembering the Professor's latest prediction. They
opened the doors of the Great Hall to see a sight that rather alarmed and
shocked them. Draco stood on a table, his face red with dark reddish-
brownish blobs dripping down it. After closer inspection one could see that
it was baked beans. Not too far away from him, also standing on the table,
his legs apart in a fighting stance was a blonde boy, his long silky hair
tied in a ponytail, his face covered with someone's soggy cereal and milk.
"IT WAS MY BED YOU HIPPY!" Draco hollered.
"WHO YOU CALLING A HIPPY, HELMET HEAD?" the boy shouted back. There were a
few cheers from watching students, who seemed to be rooting for the boy.
"GIRLY BOY!" Draco retorted, receiving his share of loud cheers and whoops.
Fred and George appeared at the trio's side, huge grins on their faces.
"Where have you three been?" George asked.
"They've been at this for ages!" Fred said.
"Slaggin' kerk!" the boy yelled. More cheers. George indicated to the boy
with his thumb.
"We have no idea what he's saying, but people are loving it" he said
"Strano!" Draco shouted, his accent not quite English. Hermione snorted and
turned pink. Fred looked at Draco.
"Sometimes, we don't know what HE'S saying either" he commented.
"He called that guy a freak. In Italian" Hermione explained. The boys
looked at her in amazement.
"I didn't know you spoke Italian!" Harry said.
There was a loud splat and suddenly brownish red sausages, fried and cooked
to perfection found themselves on the inside of Draco's clothes.
"AHH!" the victim yelled and started to do some sort of strange dance,
wriggling to get the sausages out. Draco's 'opponent' started to laugh.
"AHAHA! THAT'LL TEACH YA!" he called, grinning. He crossed his arms and
pointed his nose to the ceiling slightly, assuming a haughty 'smarter-than-
you' look and wagged his finger.
"Bad boy. Speak in English" he said in a cool voice, winking to a group of
blushing girls. In a few fast strides Draco covered the space between the
two and glared up at the taller boy, whose face practically dared Draco to
do something. Draco bent down slowly, picked up a tissue and wiped his face
clean. Then he slowly picked up someone's porridge. And with one quick,
fluid motion, grabbed the front of the boy's shirt, pulled it slightly open
and dumped the hot sticky porridge down the shirt and let go, regarding the
boy with a cool, calm face. The boy stared for a second then with a loud
yelp started to do a dance of his own. The whole Hall started to laugh and
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" McGonagall shrieked, walking into the room. There
was an immediate silence. The two blondes blinked at her a bit stupidly
then immediately assumed innocent looks and poses. Quite forgetting that
they were both standing on the tables wearing what was supposed to be the
day's breakfast. McGonagall glared suspiciously at the two. The longhaired
boy looked at her innocently.
"What?" he asked.
"You two are coming with ME!" the teacher snapped and flicked her wand.
Instantly the boys flew up into the air and hovered six feet off the floor.
"Whoa! Sizzlin'!" the other boy whooped.
"Shut up!" Draco snapped. "How degrading" he muttered as he was 'carried',
helpless, through the doors of the Great Hall. He managed to glare
viciously at Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George as he passed them.
"We haven't seen YOU before" Dumbledore said thoughtfully. The boy grinned.
"Really? Funny, I haven't seen you before either!" he said perkily.
Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled.
"I'm Professor Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore" he said, stretching out his
hand warmly. The boy stared at the hand and blinked. Draco gave him a sharp
"Take his hand you moron!" he hissed. The boy took Dumbledore's hand
weakly. Dumbledore shook hands then the boy understood. With a big smile he
shook the hand vigorously.
"My, quite a handshake you've got young man" Dumbledore joked as he
retracted his hand. "What's your name? I'm sure I've know all students that
go to this school, and I haven't seen you around"
The boy straightened himself proudly, for a startling instant resembling
the young Malfoy with his arrogant, smirking face, blue-gray eyes that were
proud and supercilious, pale skin and light golden-blonde hair. Then what
he said next completely shocked everyone.
Hm, Aleron… Draco's grandfather? Cousin? Long lost brother? Uncle? Well I'm
not telling you, not until the next chapter (horrible wicked little me…
=]). Reviews! I'll send the next chapter (by e-mail, include your e-mails
when you review people!) to the person who guesses correctly first
(excepting my friends who already know…)!