Well, this is my first one. I hope this will seem alright. Draco and Harry first see each other at Madam Malkin's book shop, and Draco falls. But what will Harry do? Sorry, I suck at summaries.

(Anything in italics is from the actual book.)

Disclaimer: the Harry potter series belong completely to J. K. Rowling. but if I did, then my family would give me less grief on obsessing over the series.

Draco Malfoy: Troublemaker.

Chapter 1: The Green Eyed Boy.

"Watch what you're doing with that needle, woman" Draco snapped at the assistant. He couldn't believe that this assistant was supposed to be a professional. She was terrible at her job.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, if you'd quit squirming so much, maybe I wouldn't poke you so often." the young woman said impatiently, but trying to calm down.

Draco started to retort back, but at that moment, the door opened. He turned to see that a boy his age wearing oversized clothes and broken glasses come in. he was looking around, so Draco didn't see his face, but he automatically had a bad impression of him.

Madam Malkin walked over to him and said "Hogwarts, dear? I've got the lot here – another young man is being fitted up just now, in fact."

She led the boy over to the back of the room, and Draco got a good look at his face. The boy seemed thin, curious, and shy, but the thing that stuck out the most was his bright emerald green eyes.

Draco turned to him and said, "hello, Hogwarts too?"

"Yes" he answered. Draco thought he seemed a bit shy.

"My Father is next door buying books and Mother's up the street looking at wands, Draco boasted. He wanted to make a good impression to this boy, but looking at him, he thought that he hadn't succeeded yet. So he hastened to add, "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have there own. I think I'll bully Father into getting one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Draco studied the boy, trying to abstain from looking directly into his eyes. Somehow, he knew that if he did, he would become speechless. So he looked slightly above his forehead, where his hair covered most of it.

"Have you got your own broom?" Draco asked to keep his mind off of anything that would render him quiet.

"No," the boy answered quite quietly. Draco barely heard him.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," he answered, looking puzzled. Did he not know what Quidditch was at all? Draco thought. He might have come from a muggle family.

"I do. Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?"

"No", the boy said, looking very nervous. Draco wondered what he did know.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be put in Slytherin, all our family have been – imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'll leave, wouldn't you?" Draco said disgustedly.

"Mmm," the boy said. He seemed to be thinking. His green eyes were a bit cloudy, and Draco didn't like the change. He preferred them bright. Then he thought what the hell? He didn't like guys, what was he talking about? He gave his head a mental shake, and looked out the window. He saw someone out of it, and said to the boy, mainly to get his mind off of his eyes, "I say, look at that man!" He nodded towards the window, and the boy looked over to see what he was gesturing at.

"That's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts." the boy said seeming pleased.

"oh, I've heard of him. He's sort of a servant, isn't he?" Draco said disdainfully. He then realized that that was the most he had heard the boy say. He looked closer at him to see that the boy's eyes were hardening, seeming not to like him at all. Draco got a bad feeling, not liking that those eyes were looking at him with dislike.

"He's the gamekeeper," the boy said too coldly for Draco's preference.

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage – lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed." Draco thought that he had said the wrong thing. The boy was getting angrier and more defensive with each word he said.

"I think he's brilliant." the boy said even colder. It sent a cold chill down his back. So he gave the best retort he could.

"Do you?" he said with a light sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead," the boy said shortly. He didn't seem to want to talk about them much.

Draco got a feeling of pity inside of him, but didn't let it show. He didn't want the boy to know his feelings. So he hid them, a deed he got pretty good at over the years. He usually didn't show his feelings to anyone but his mother and best friend Blaise Zabini.

He tried his best to sound like he didn't care, saying "oh, sorry, but they were our kind, weren't they? He didn't know what he'd do if he was-. He didn't let him finish that thought as the boy said "they were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

Draco got a small feeling of relief. He said to him, "I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same; they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway." he asked, wanting to know more about this boy.

He didn't get an answer. Madam Malkin told the boy that he could go, and the boy left in quite a hurry. Draco shook his head, but the memory of the boy's eyes stayed with him. "All right dear, you're done now, you can go." the assistant said happily.

"Whatever," Draco said absentmindedly. He wanted to go home to tell his mother and Blaise all about the boy. He wondered if he gave his mother a good enough description of him, that she'd be able to tell him who he was. So after paying Madam Malkin, he left and found her at the wand shop. Before he could mention the boy, his father came up, and said "let's go. We've got everything," and took his arm and they Apparated away.

Once they got to the Manor, Draco thought, I'll ask Mother later, after dinner. That'd give enough time to get what he wanted to say in order.

Draco went to the library to owl Blaise, and after sending the letter telling him to come at the usual time, around midnight, he looked at a book on wizarding genealogy. He searched through the book, hoping to see a picture of the boy, but as he only had about 15 minutes to browse before dinner, he didn't get a good look.

After changing into the proper dinner attire, he headed down for dinner and sat at his usual spot in the middle. After eating silently for a few moments, Draco turned to his mother and asked, "Mother, do you think I could speak with you later?" he kept his eyes on her, studiously trying to keep his eyes from his father.

His mother looked surprised, but said, "Sure, but later, alright? We can talk after dinner, dear." She held on to his gaze for a moment, and Draco let his mask down for a moment so show her it was urgent. His mother nodded.

Draco turned back to his dinner, but couldn't get his mind off of the boy's green eyes. That color became his favorite right at that moment, even though previously it was red. I hope Mother can help me with this. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Why am I obsessing with him?

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"Well, what did you need to talk to me about, Draco?" Narcissa Malfoy asked Draco about an hour later. "You seemed to need to speak with me quite urgently."

Draco took a deep breath, and said, "Mother? I'm obsessing over a guy. I met him at the robe shop earlier, and we spoke. He had these bright emerald green eyes that were very curious, and messy dark hair, glasses that were held together by tape, and he tried to be polite to me, even though he didn't know me. I can stop thinking about the fact that I might have messed up a good friendship by picking on the person he was with, you know, that Hagrid man what works at Hogwarts. What can I do? I'm really confused, and I really don't know who I can talk to." he was pacing by the time he finished speaking, and was very agitated.

"ohh, Draco, I hoped this wouldn't happen for a while, but I expected this." Mrs. Malfoy said resigned. "Draco, I discovered a spell that would tell if your child would be straight or not. I performed this spell on you, and it was determined that you were not to be. I had hoped you'd figure it out later, but it happened now. So, you are different. But that's nothing to be ashamed about, even though you can hide it if you want. You don't have to tell anyone. I haven't told your father, case I know he'd try to change it."

Draco had stopped pacing and was staring at his mother in shock. "So, what? What does that mean?"

"It means, Draco, that you are gay, and that's nothing to be ashamed about. we will love you no mater what." Mrs. Malfoy stated matter of factly.