Draco had almost forgotten how entirely annoying Harry Potter was in school. Draco had materialized in the Great Hall, during breakfast. He expected a commotion, people to stare and get angry that he'd just...appeared in the middle of eating, but no one paid him any attention. There was a plate in front of him, a single piece of toast with several bites taken out of it, laying on it with a cup of orange juice that looked half gone. Pansy sat on the other side of the table, barely looking up at Draco. "You should really eat more than one piece of toast, you know," she said, still not looking at him.

Draco just gaped down at his food. His gaze immediately went to the Gryffindor table, where Potter sat. He looked so...young. Draco glanced down at himself. Gods, he looked young.

How the hell was he supposed to get near Harry? He set his jaw, his limp piece of toast suddenly looking entirely unappetizing. He shoved his plate away and stood, bristling at the stare Pansy gave him. He turned on his heel, walking out the door. He didn't know where he was supposed to go or what he was supposed to do, but he couldn't stay in there with all the Slytherins looking at him and with Harry so far away.

He leaned against the wall of a dimly lit hallway, sighing. What was he going to do. He searched through other Draco's bag, the Draco of this timeline. A list of his classes, it must be the first day. Maybe he could just sit and wait in his first class of the day for...forty-five minutes.

"Malfoy?" A hesitant voice came from behind him and Draco whirled around.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Of course Potter would follow him. He had always been insufferably nosey.

Harry looked shocked, like Draco had just slapped him. "You...what?"

"What?" Draco snapped, "is this your first day with a new brain?"

"You...you called me Harry. You never call me Harry."

Shit. He hadn't even thought about explaining the change. He figured it would be his ticket to getting Potter on his side. Calling him by his name was a start. "So what? It is your name, isn't it?"

Harry wiped his glasses on his robes, blinking at Draco. "What are you doing out here? Are you trying to hex innocent first years or something?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "No."

"Then what are you doing?" Harry was holding his wand by his side, his fingers white from squeezing it so tightly.

"Why do you care so much?" Draco smirked and took a step toward Harry who jumped. "Why so interested in me all of a sudden?"

"I-I uh..."

Harry raised his wand but Draco put a slim finger on the top of it, scooting it out of the way as he took a step closer to Potter. He got close enough to hear Harry's ragged breathing, and see the veins pop in his neck. Draco smiled and leaned in so his mouth was by Harry's ear. "See you around, Harry," he whispered.

And then Draco brushed by him, leaving Harry Potter standing alone in the hallway shaking like a leaf. Draco smiled to himself as he headed toward his first class. A plan began to formulate in his head. And oh, this would be more fun than hexing him. Why hadn't he thought of this years ago? Getting into Potter's head would be the perfect way to humiliate him.

Harry didn't know what to think. Or what to say. Or what to do. Or even how to breathe, at this point. He stood in the hallway longer than he should have, remembering the feel of Malfoy so close to him.

He'd bloody called him Harry! Malfoy never called him that, ever. And the way he talked to him, with no anger or annoyance...the snake had to be trying to get into his head, mess with his emotions.

It had to be a trick, Harry finally decided on as he regained feeling in his legs and trudged to potions. No way did Malfoy not have a game up his sleeve, a game which would probably end in Harry being mortified in front of all of Hogwarts. He couldn't put anything past him. Malfoy would do probably everything to make Harry look like a fool, which apparently included being civil to him.

Rubbing his forehead, Harry walked into potions and picked a seat in the back. He didn't want to be any closer to Snape than necessary. Snape was even worse than Draco.

He pulled out a quill and parchment for notes, knowing he wouldn't take any. There was no point. Snape would find a way to fail him whether he studied or not. More students began to filter into the room, Pansy Parkinson, Dean Thomas, and others. Harry waited for Ron to come through the door, or even Hermione, but neither of the two showed. That's when Malfoy stepped into the damp classroom with an air of complete and utter command. His blonde hair hung loose around his eyes, not gelled like it always was (not that Harry paid any attention to Malfoy's hair), and his robes swaying behind him like an ominous swish of Slytherin glory.

Draco's pale eyes landed on Harry and instead of scowling like he always did, Malfoy gave him a small smile. Not even a smirk or contempt, a genuine smile. Or as genuine as a Malfoy could smile. Harry watched warily as the Slytherin stalked towards him, closer and closer until finally Draco stood right next to him.

And then he sat down.

He sat down right next to Harry.

Eyes bugging, mouth hanging open, Harry stared half in horror, half in fascination as Malfoy took out his textbook and a quill, arranging them neatly on his side of the desk.

Draco glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong, Potter?" He said without an ounce of disdain.

"Why are you sitting next to me?!" He hissed as loud as he dare with Snape in the room.

"Do you think I want to sit next to Longbottom? I'd take Granger over that. You are simply the least annoying person in the room."

"Is that a compliment?" Harry thought it sounded like a compliment.

"Hardly, Potter," he turned and smirked at Harry which made him shudder. Why did it make him do that? "Only you would take a poorly-guided insult as a compliment."

"So you were insulting me?"

"No."

"Then it was a compliment!" Harry grinned.

"Mr. Potter," Snape drawled from the front of the classroom, "what's so enthralling that you decide to shout and disrupt class?"

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it. How was he supposed to explain what just happened? Harry didn't even understand what happened! He opened his mouth to speak but just when he was about to say something, Malfoy stood. "Sorry, I was just telling Potter about my summer vacation."

"Well then, ten points from Slytherin. And thirty points from Gryffindor for your outburst, Potter."

"What! That's not fair!" Harry clenched his fists and felt someone kick his leg. Draco gave him a sharp glance, mouthing the words 'quiet.'

"Another ten points from Gryffindor for talking back," Snape said, dark eyes unmoving as always.

Harry shivered as someone leaned into him, just like earlier. Draco's nose bumped against his ear and he whispered, "Next time, let me do the talking and you can get away with anything."