Draco's Point of View

Dedicated to rennyboo242 for telling me this inspired her to watch the movies to know what's going on. It really made my day. And go check out her awesome book, which is also called The Scarlet Lily.

"Come Draco, you must get your books today," my father said.

"Sure, Father," I replied, so excited for Diagon Alley that I forgot to speak properly. Before I could correct myself though, Father grabbed my cloak and said unforgivingly, "No one in this household will speak like a common citizen! You will speak according to your post, and you will never again slip into the speech of Mudbloods!"

"Yes Father," I said, thoroughly shaken.

"Right then, we shall be going. Accio coat." Father's suit jacket flew towards him. It was black with silver buttons. It contrasted with his hair and gave him the kind of menacing look that struck fear into the hearts of shop owners and got Father discounts. I was proud to be his son.

I stood on the second floor of Flourish and Blotts. I loved that place. It smelled of musty books and was always peaceful and quiet. I had just laid back, thankful for a moment of peace, when none other than Gilderoy Lockhart walked into the room, followed by Paparazzi. I sighed. Soon enough, a crowd of excited females skipped into the room. Only a few men were there, and those were the ones actually buying books.

I spotted a plump redhead at the back of the crowd below. Congregated around Mrs. Weasley were the Weasley students, Potter, and Granger. I despised them all.

The first time I ever saw Harry Potter was on the train to Hogwarts. Potter was sitting with Weasley. They had a large pile of sweets in front of them. Ugh. I was still revolted by how much two boys my age could stuff in their faces at once. Anyway, I walked in and said, "Is it true? They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Potter. He was looking at the Crabbe and Goyle. Both of were thickset and looked like bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," I said carelessly, noticing where Potter was looking.

"And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Weasley gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. I looked at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Weasley stiffened at this. I had struck a nerve. I turned back to Potter.

"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

Potter looked at me coldly and replied, "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He rejected the hand I had held out to shake. What had I done wrong? I had done everything Father recommended when trying to make friends. Why wasn't it working? Potter looked like a nice kid, and I had genuinely wanted him to be in Slytherin with me. Until that snarky remark, of course. After a few minutes, Lockhart noticed Potter.

"Harry Potter?" he beamed and looked at his jealous fans. "When Harry Potter came in to buy a signed copy of Magical Me, he didn't realize he would get a collection of all my books, free of charge!" I stopped listening after that, and got up to leave. That's when I noticed someone walking through the door. I walked toward her.

"Scarlet!" Scarlet turned toward me.

"Oh, hi Draco! Long time no see!" The last bit she said with sarcasm filling her voice. My family had recently sort of, um, kidnapped her for reasons unknown to me. I wasn't proud of it. But she was going to Hogwarts, finally, for the first time in for years. That's a Gryffindor for you. My own Sorting experience had been dreadful.

I stood dejectedly in the Sorting line on my own, still wondering why Potter hated me. Crabbe and Goyle had been sorted into Slytherin. I heard McGonagall yell, "Lynal, Sarah!" Before the hat even touched her head it screamed, "HUFFLEPUFF!" Then I heard my own name: Malfoy, Draco. I staggered to the stool. The Hat was placed on my head, and I thought, 'Please Slytherin, please Slytherin!' The Hat replied, 'Oh? You would do well in Gryffindor. You would fit in, and great things would lie in your future.

'NO!' I thought. 'Slytherin!'

'Very well,' the Hat said disapprovingly, 'SLYTHERIN!'

I was followed by a "Rowling, Joanne!" who was placed in Ravenclaw.

Snap out of it, Draco! I told myself sharply. Right now, I had to get to the task at hand: buying books from the store, and making a fool of Potter & Co. along the way.

P.S. Ms. Five (_Fifth_Marauder_), the supposed author of this story, neglected to mention that I obviously succeeded in making a fool of the Weasels and Potty. And she claims to be capable!

-Draco Lucius Malfoy

A/N I am SO sorry about the long wait for an update, I was gone most of summer in various locations and I'm a slow author. I know some of you write faster than me, but it's my writing style and I was working on the next chapter, which I am going to post in about five minutes. Thank you for all the support, even if it has just been in the Private Messages. I know I've said it before, but I would love constructive criticism. Have a great life! (I'm not gonna push you guys to vote because I really hate it when other authors do, but I really appreciate it when people do. It gives me motivation to keep writing and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.) Anyway, I got a poem of mine published in a book called Eloquence that's coming out in fall. The poem is called Happiness, so if you'd like to check it out, please do. This A/N is sorta long now, so bye!