AN: I apologize ahead of time for the dramatically short chapters. They don't get longer and that's how it was initially written. And this isn't exactly meant to make sense, have character development, it pretty well has no plot, or any of the other things you might think of. This was meant somewhat humorously and not to be taken seriously. Just so we're all clear.

Also, kudos to my girlfriend for assisting in writing and/or forcing me to write this.

I don't own the characters, just the story. Characters belong to JK Rowling.

"So the rumor on the train was true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

"Shove off, Malfoy." Ron muttered audibly.

"You'll learn that some wizarding families are better than others. I can help you there." He extended his hand.

"I think I can sort them out myself, thanks." Harry said, first to the hand, then to the blond Draco.

Draco fell back into line, trying not to cry.

"We're ready for you. Follow me." McGonagall approached, smacking a boy in the front of the group who had turned around.

"Malfoy's a bloody git! His father's a death eater you know!" Ron said from beside Harry as they followed the crowd in.

"I know, I know. I'll give him a bit of a chance, though." Harry countered.

"How can you give him a chance? His father's a murderer!" Ron exclaimed, getting a few looks from the other first years.

"Other than that, I have no reason not to trust him, don't I?" Harry whispered.

"He will kill you mate." Ron said blatantly.

"Just drop it, Ron." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Not if you're going to get yourself in hell, mate." Ron rolled his

"I won't."

"Whatever. Go shove off with Malfoy then."


"What? I won't associate with anyone who thinks it's a good idea to give a Malfoy a chance." Ron said, red growing just past his collar.

"Fine then! I won't." Harry attempted to defuse the situation.

"You won't give him a chance?"

"I won't give him a chance."


"Draco Malfoy." McGonagall called.

He went up and sat on the stool, Harry staring at him the whole time. "Slytherin!" The hat called out before it had touched his head. He smirked and flounced over to the Slytherin table, not at any point taking his eye off Harry.

"Figures." Ron huffed.

"What are you so huffy about?"

"Like father like son, Harry."

He huffed. "Go get sorted, Ron."

Ron walked up nervously and sat on the stool as the hat was placed on his head. That hat said "AH! Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you! Gryffindor!" The whole table cheered and he went to sit down beside his brothers.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Harry Potter." McGonagall called, and Draco's eyes immediately went to the boy on the stool.

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin." Harry muttered.

"Not Slytherin, hey? But Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that. Well, if you're sure. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!" The hat cried.

Draco sighed; he would have to find some way of talking to him.

Faking happiness, Harry stalked over to the Gryffindor table and sat beside Ron.

Draco noticed the faked happiness. Where did Harry really want to be placed?

"I told you Ron, I won't talk to Malfoy." Harry whispered to Ron as the next girl was sorted to Hufflepuff.

"Good, bloody git. No good for you mate." Ron smiled, more smirked, lightly.

"I know, Ron. I know."

Draco sat sulking at the Slytherin table, eating a bowl of pudding.

Harry glanced over at him.

Draco caught Harry's gaze turning around and his cheeks flushed red.

Harry dropped his head, feeling his neck start to burn up.

"What's got you?" Ron asked, concerned.

"Nothing. It's just a bit warm in here." Harry stammered.

"Alright then." Ron said silently.

Draco thought to himself, 'why was he looking at me?'

Dumbledore stood and told everyone it was bedtime. Harry stood and looked casually over the heads in front of him, maybe hoping for another peek at Draco.

Draco walked slowly down to the dungeons, following the prefect.