Edited: Basically, I just ditched any sembelance of a plot! And strangely,
it makes a lot more sense. Thanks for the feedback!
Be There
I was sent to protect him. Didn't know that, did you? Me, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius the Deatheater, protecting Harry Potter, the one who destroyed Voldemort's reign. It was my mother's fault, really. She's not one of Voldemort's supporters, and seeing as how my father was never around, she was the one who really influenced me. It's still rather laughable, isn't it? But I am protecting him. Or rather, I'm trying to.
That first time I saw him in the robe's shop... Well, that scar on his head makes it rather obvious who he is, doesn't it? But I played the oblivious, making sure he knew I didn't want to be his friend just because he was famous. I appealed to his aristocracy, to the bit of snob that had to lay in him. He was son of James Potter, son of a Wizarding line. True, a bit diluted, but he still had very capable wizarding lineage.
I never counted on the Muggles beating him into humbleness. It never crossed my mind that Harry Potter -- The Harry Potter -- could be oblivious to our world. Yet he was. He was staring at me, confusion written across his pale face, as he tried to keep up with the conversation as best he could.
My fatal mistake, though, was Hagrid. By that time, I was floundering. My entire strategy was sinking fast. I was at a loss, babbling about Houses when Hagrid came, perfect materiel for my taunts. It's a proven fact that nothing brings people closer together faster than to gang up against someone. Well, except maybe a near-death experience with a Norwegian Ridgeback, but that seemed rather unreasonable at the time.
It was just my luck that Potter was friends with that beastly giant Gameskeeper.
By the time I saw him on the bus, he was brainwashed into a "Slytherins = Evil" mindset. Dumbledore had obviously stretched his powers a bit to convince him. Sending Hagrid to fetch him -- stupid, loveable, anti- Slytherin Hagrid. Then having Potter "conveniently" end up sitting next to my father's worst enemy's son? Who more than likely happened to be another Muggle-loving Gryffindor-to-be? And then -- another coincidence, I'm sure -- he became friends with Hermione Granger, prime example of a bossy, arrogant Mudblood. I suppose I didn't really help our not-so blossoming friendship by insulting Potter and all, but after he refused my generous offer of friendship, everytime I saw him, my blood boiled. It was a matter of pride.
What I'm really trying to say, though, is that even though we play opposite on the Quidditch field, serve opposite houses, are as different as night from day... Even though my family would more than likely prefer you dead and rotting...
If he ever really needs me, he only needs to call me and I'll come.
If he ever breaks through his brainwashing, I'll help him deal with the truth.
I'll always be there for him.
Be There
I was sent to protect him. Didn't know that, did you? Me, Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius the Deatheater, protecting Harry Potter, the one who destroyed Voldemort's reign. It was my mother's fault, really. She's not one of Voldemort's supporters, and seeing as how my father was never around, she was the one who really influenced me. It's still rather laughable, isn't it? But I am protecting him. Or rather, I'm trying to.
That first time I saw him in the robe's shop... Well, that scar on his head makes it rather obvious who he is, doesn't it? But I played the oblivious, making sure he knew I didn't want to be his friend just because he was famous. I appealed to his aristocracy, to the bit of snob that had to lay in him. He was son of James Potter, son of a Wizarding line. True, a bit diluted, but he still had very capable wizarding lineage.
I never counted on the Muggles beating him into humbleness. It never crossed my mind that Harry Potter -- The Harry Potter -- could be oblivious to our world. Yet he was. He was staring at me, confusion written across his pale face, as he tried to keep up with the conversation as best he could.
My fatal mistake, though, was Hagrid. By that time, I was floundering. My entire strategy was sinking fast. I was at a loss, babbling about Houses when Hagrid came, perfect materiel for my taunts. It's a proven fact that nothing brings people closer together faster than to gang up against someone. Well, except maybe a near-death experience with a Norwegian Ridgeback, but that seemed rather unreasonable at the time.
It was just my luck that Potter was friends with that beastly giant Gameskeeper.
By the time I saw him on the bus, he was brainwashed into a "Slytherins = Evil" mindset. Dumbledore had obviously stretched his powers a bit to convince him. Sending Hagrid to fetch him -- stupid, loveable, anti- Slytherin Hagrid. Then having Potter "conveniently" end up sitting next to my father's worst enemy's son? Who more than likely happened to be another Muggle-loving Gryffindor-to-be? And then -- another coincidence, I'm sure -- he became friends with Hermione Granger, prime example of a bossy, arrogant Mudblood. I suppose I didn't really help our not-so blossoming friendship by insulting Potter and all, but after he refused my generous offer of friendship, everytime I saw him, my blood boiled. It was a matter of pride.
What I'm really trying to say, though, is that even though we play opposite on the Quidditch field, serve opposite houses, are as different as night from day... Even though my family would more than likely prefer you dead and rotting...
If he ever really needs me, he only needs to call me and I'll come.
If he ever breaks through his brainwashing, I'll help him deal with the truth.
I'll always be there for him.