Drarry Oneshots

First Glance

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He was small, skinny and had unruly black hair, he was plain and boring. There was nothing special about him at all. So why was Draco unable to look away? Butterflies had invaded his stomach and his heart sped up. He had never felt like this before.

"Hogwarts Dear?" Madam Malkin asked the boy. The boy opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. "Got the lot here- another young man being fitted up just now"

Draco didn't want the boy to come over, he didn't like the fluttering feeling in his stomach or the way his heart was beating but of course his wish was not granted. Instead the boy was placed on a stool right next to him.

"Hullo" Draco said "Hogwarts too?" he could barely speak the words, why was he behaving like this? This was not Malfoy behaviour.

"Yes" responded the boy. Up close Draco noticed that his nose was slightly crooked and his green eyes were covered by Sellotaped glasses but despite all this Draco could help but compare him with perfection. Then he cursed himself, he was a Malfoy, he should not be reacting like this.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands" Draco said in a bored drawling voice. His heart was fluttering and he felt slightly queasy. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow" A much as Draco hated the way he felt, he couldn't help but want to become friends with him or to speak to him or just be around him and he learned a long time ago the best way to get a friend is to impress them. "Have you got your own broom?" Draco asked.

"No" the boy said.

"Play Quidditch at all"

"No"

Draco was surprised, this could be a lot easier than he thought. He just had to show off his wealth and power, that's what his father always did and he had loads of friends.

"I do- Father said 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?" Draco said, puffing up his chest a bit, trying to show his importance.

"No"

Draco found himself growing curious, who was this boy who didn't know what Quidditch was or know what house he wants to be in?

"Well no- one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'll leave wouldn't you?" Draco had a relative who was put in Hufflepuff, nobody speaks of her anymore, but he thought that if this strange boy was in Hufflepuff he would still try and be his friend. Something about him was just so... fascinating.

"Mmmm"

Draco frowned slightly, he was getting barely any response and he didn't like being ignored. How was he supposed to impress this boy if he wasn't even listening? Draco looked out the window and saw a giant man holding two ice-creams.

"I say, look at that man!" He say the boy smile slightly at the sight of the man. Draco's stomach flipped and he nearly fainted at the sight. How could that tiny smile make him feel this way? It wasn't fair.

"That's Hagrid" the boy said coolly "he works at Hogwarts"

"Oh" Draco said distractedly, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant isn't he?" He didn't really think about what he was saying. He could barely concentrate on anything but the boy.

"He's the game keeper"

"Yes- exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage- lives in a hut in the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed" That's what Draco's grounds keeper did anyway.

"I think he's brilliant" That confused Draco how could someone like that be brilliant? Father always said you had to be very, very important to classified as brilliant.

"Do you?" He asked curiously. This boy just keeps getting stranger and stranger. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead" the boy said shortly.

"Oh sorry" Draco said sincerely. "But they were our kind weren't they?" he suddenly felt panicked, what if this boy wasn't a pureblood? They could never be friends then. His father would never allow it.

"They were a witch and wizard if that's what you mean" Draco let out a sigh of relief.

"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 their letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname anyway?" Draco wanted to know more about this boy. He didn't know what house he was going to be in, he didn't know what Quidditch was, he was friends with the Game Keeper and he was from a pureblood family, or at least that was what Draco had gathered so far. It made no sense.

Before the boy could answer Madam Malkin stood up. "That's you done, my dear" the boy stepped of the footstool and Draco felt a pang of sadness. The boy was leaving and Draco still didn't know barely anything about him or even if they were friends.

"I'll see you at Hogwarts I suppose" Draco said rather sadly as he watched the strange boy who made him look and feel like a fool leave the shop. He really didn't know what to think anymore.

Who was he and what was he doing to him?

I'm Back! Well I'll be writing again but I don't know how often I'll actually be updating.

Well I hope you guys like your one shot and  I apologise for any mistakes but it's been an incredibly long week and I am exhausted and this is completely unedited. Sorry

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