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I've been wanting to write a longer thing of this for years now, so of course I wait until I'm late for work to do it.
HP, AU, spoilers for *maybe* the third book. In a way. But not really.
About eighty per cent of the time, the one thing Draco hates most about Harry is that he always has to be that half a second's time faster.
The remaining twenty per cent, though, and that's still a good deal of time, considering, what Draco hates most is this: Harry *always has to pull something*, and Draco is always, always left to react.
To be fair, a lot of the time Harry doesn't actually mean to. It's just that he was born to be The Boy Who Lived to Have Things Just Kind of Happen to Him. And then a lot of the time it's the fact that Harry seems to take it as a duty of honor to take after Sirius, disregarding irrelevant facts like the bit where Sirius is, oh, *batshit crazy*.
This is Draco's first day in a very new place. This is *no* way to make a first impression. Although, hell, for a Gryffindor it probably *is*.
Really, it's all kinds of unfair. He's still recuperating from the stress of the last two weeks, coming to a somewhat hysterical peak at dinner and the Sorting, clutching at his robes with his eyes closed and thinking, frantically and a little futiley, Just not Slytherin, just not Slytherin, just not Slytherin -- and it still stings a little that he didn't get Gryffindor instead, but that's nothing compared to the relief.
Malfoys *always* get into Slytherin.
("So do Blacks," Sirius had said, making a scornful noise and not seeming to realize that wasn't actually helping at all. "We just start our own traditions.")
There are two good points to not being a Gryffindor, though -- no, three. One: Less chance of Lucius trying to kill him the next time he visits Azkaban. Two: He might get to be a Seeker.
(Draco's spent what seems like his entire life, sometimes, on a broom high in the air, trying to keep up with Sirius and Harry. Well, not his whole life, maybe; his parents only went to Azkaban when he was a year old, and he's pretty sure Remus wouldn't let Sirius put anybody under the age of three on a broom, especially as in Remus' place Draco wouldn't had taken it on blind faith that Sirius wasn't just trying to kill the Malfoy baby.
There's a limit to Remus' powers, though. So who knows.
He's probably better than anybody else in the school, he thinks, not a little smugly, but if he's learned one thing in his life it's that there are some battles you just can't win.)
Three: Less occassions like this.
Hermione Granger is *looking* at them. Draco can feel himself flush.
"Prank duel, huh?" The Weasley on the right says. Draco makes a note in his to-do list: find *some* way to tell them apart, even if it involves Stupefying them and injecting them with tracer potions.
Harry smirks. Draco knows that smirk. Draco hates that smirk. It's the smirk that says: I'm batshit crazy, and there's somebody right by me to back me up if you want to take your chances anyway. Harry learned to copy the smirk when they were eight, and sadly, Draco's sometimes absolutely certain that he's not wrong on either count.
Ron Weasley is watching them from the sidelines with rapt admiration. Draco scowls.
"Pretty cocky from a First-year," the Weasley on the left says.
Draco gives up and smiles his We Will Smite the Infidels smile. They really shouldn't disrespect the house of Black like that.
Also, Second years or not, they don't have the map. And he'll bet they don't know the spell to make everything that touches a person's plate threaten them with their own cutlery; if nothing else, nobody's had a childhood more interesting than Draco's.
His parents may only be dementors-crazy, but it's hard to say insanity doesn't run in the family.
HP, AU, spoilers for *maybe* the third book. In a way. But not really.
About eighty per cent of the time, the one thing Draco hates most about Harry is that he always has to be that half a second's time faster.
The remaining twenty per cent, though, and that's still a good deal of time, considering, what Draco hates most is this: Harry *always has to pull something*, and Draco is always, always left to react.
To be fair, a lot of the time Harry doesn't actually mean to. It's just that he was born to be The Boy Who Lived to Have Things Just Kind of Happen to Him. And then a lot of the time it's the fact that Harry seems to take it as a duty of honor to take after Sirius, disregarding irrelevant facts like the bit where Sirius is, oh, *batshit crazy*.
This is Draco's first day in a very new place. This is *no* way to make a first impression. Although, hell, for a Gryffindor it probably *is*.
Really, it's all kinds of unfair. He's still recuperating from the stress of the last two weeks, coming to a somewhat hysterical peak at dinner and the Sorting, clutching at his robes with his eyes closed and thinking, frantically and a little futiley, Just not Slytherin, just not Slytherin, just not Slytherin -- and it still stings a little that he didn't get Gryffindor instead, but that's nothing compared to the relief.
Malfoys *always* get into Slytherin.
("So do Blacks," Sirius had said, making a scornful noise and not seeming to realize that wasn't actually helping at all. "We just start our own traditions.")
There are two good points to not being a Gryffindor, though -- no, three. One: Less chance of Lucius trying to kill him the next time he visits Azkaban. Two: He might get to be a Seeker.
(Draco's spent what seems like his entire life, sometimes, on a broom high in the air, trying to keep up with Sirius and Harry. Well, not his whole life, maybe; his parents only went to Azkaban when he was a year old, and he's pretty sure Remus wouldn't let Sirius put anybody under the age of three on a broom, especially as in Remus' place Draco wouldn't had taken it on blind faith that Sirius wasn't just trying to kill the Malfoy baby.
There's a limit to Remus' powers, though. So who knows.
He's probably better than anybody else in the school, he thinks, not a little smugly, but if he's learned one thing in his life it's that there are some battles you just can't win.)
Three: Less occassions like this.
Hermione Granger is *looking* at them. Draco can feel himself flush.
"Prank duel, huh?" The Weasley on the right says. Draco makes a note in his to-do list: find *some* way to tell them apart, even if it involves Stupefying them and injecting them with tracer potions.
Harry smirks. Draco knows that smirk. Draco hates that smirk. It's the smirk that says: I'm batshit crazy, and there's somebody right by me to back me up if you want to take your chances anyway. Harry learned to copy the smirk when they were eight, and sadly, Draco's sometimes absolutely certain that he's not wrong on either count.
Ron Weasley is watching them from the sidelines with rapt admiration. Draco scowls.
"Pretty cocky from a First-year," the Weasley on the left says.
Draco gives up and smiles his We Will Smite the Infidels smile. They really shouldn't disrespect the house of Black like that.
Also, Second years or not, they don't have the map. And he'll bet they don't know the spell to make everything that touches a person's plate threaten them with their own cutlery; if nothing else, nobody's had a childhood more interesting than Draco's.
His parents may only be dementors-crazy, but it's hard to say insanity doesn't run in the family.