Just over a week had passed since lessons started. A lot of my Slytherin classmates didn't take our lessons seriously, but I was determined to do well. I wanted to make my parents proud. I didn't want to follow their paths of becoming a Death Eater, even though I knew they'd expect me to. I wanted to become an Auror, and I knew the only way I could do that is if I worked hard.
So whenever I could, I decided to sneak into the library to study and complete my homework to the best of my abilities. I know it had only been around a week, but I already felt like I was so far ahead already and I suppose that was a good sign. It especially made me happy when I saw Hermione Granger in the library everyday too.
I decided to approach her on the first day I saw her in there. She was sat on her own with a pile of books in front of her, flipping through one and rapidly making notes on endless pieces of parchment. I knew from that moment that she was an interesting person - who would work this hard if they didn't have goals.
So I went and sat in the seat opposite her, placing my Potions textbook down on the table gently.
"Hermione Granger." I said quietly as I sat down.
She looked up from her textbook very briefly to see who was speaking and then looked down quickly again.
"Malfoy... What are you doing here?" She asked, still not looking up.
"I wanted to talk to you."
This made her stop everything. She closed her textbook and put down her quill, before looking across the table at me.
"Why would you want to talk to me?" She asked.
"Because you interest me, Granger. I want to get to know you. I want to be your friend."
"Gryffindors and Slytherins can't be friends Malfoy."
"They're just houses, Granger. They don't mean anything."
"I'm a Muggleborn, Draco."
"You're...a...?" I don't know why I couldn't finish my sentence. We had, after all, guessed on the train her blood status.
"Your father will kill you if he finds out we're friends."
"He's not that strict. True, he's not keen on Mud... Muggleborns. But I can do what I want. And you seem like a decent person. Nothing should stop us from being friends."
And we stayed there talking about everything and anything until it was time for dinner. And I was right. She was a lovely girl and I was determined to stay friends with her for as long as she wanted to stay friends with me.
It was now almost the end of our second week at Hogwarts. We were about to have our first flying lesson, and us Slytherins would be sharing the class with the Gryffindors.
I was excited to start our flying lessons. As I had told Potter in Madam Malkin's shop, I had started flying a broomstick ever since I was very young, and so I was looking forward to impressing Hermione with my expert flying skills.
Everything was going perfectly fine until we had to mount our brooms. Madam Hooch walked up and down correcting everyone's grips and decided to tell me I had been doing it wrong for years. I doubt I had been, as I read a lot of books on how to ride a broom and my father had taken me out a lot to practise too.
Just as we were waiting for Madam Hooch to blow the whistle to allow us to take off, that idiot Longbottom panicked and took off prematurely. It was obvious that he had never ridden a broomstick before, as he soon looked down when he was 20 feet up, panicked again and fell off of his broom.
He landed with a deafening 'crack' and Madam Hooch ran over to him. He had a broken wrist, which was not a surprise. I was, however, surprised that I felt sorry for him as he cried while he was taken to the hospital wing.
I spotted Longbottom's Remembrall lying in the grass and it presented me with the perfect idea to impress Hermione.
"Look!" I said as I ran to snatch the Remembrall out of the grass. "It's the stupid thing that lump got from his grandmother."
"Give that back Malfoy." Harry said quietly.
Silence filled the crowd, and everyone stopped to watch the situation. I smirked at Harry.
"Maybe I'll leave it up in a tree for him to collect himself once he improves his skills." I laughed.
"Give it back!" Harry yelled at me.
But it was too late. I had already jumped onto my broomstick and taken off. As I flew through the sky, I felt at ease and I hoped that Hermione was paying attention. As I hovered up by the trees, I looked down and saw everyone looking up at me in awe, Hermione and Harry included.
"Come up and get it Potter." I yelled down.
I saw Hermione say something to Harry, but it was too late as he too had jumped on his broom and taken off.
To say he had never ridden a broomstick before, I was actually pretty impressed with how well he could fly. I panicked when he said he was going to knock me off my broom, so I threw the Remembrall up in the air and flew back down to the ground.
Both of them were so stupid. They knew they'd get in trouble if Madam Hooch caught them, but they still decided to mount their broomsticks anyway.
As Malfoy landed, I wanted to run over to him and make sure he was okay (and lecture him at the same time) but then decided against it as everyone was watching.
So I watched with everyone else as Harry caught the Remembrall spectacularly, but was then led away by Professor McGonagall.
I stormed over to Malfoy. Everyone watched again, probably thinking I was going to hit him. Instead I whispered "meet me in the library" and then stormed off into the castle and towards the library.
I sat in our usual spot, and 10 minutes later, Draco joined me.
"How could you be so stupid!?" I snarled quietly at him. "Both you AND Harry are my friends but you endangered both of you."
"I know, Hermione. I'm sorry. I know I was stupid." I said quietly but I could tell she was still mad.
"You really are determined to give a bad impression of yourself, aren't you!?"
"It's what people expect Hermione!"
"It's making it so hard to be your friend when you're like this. I know you're a nice person, but I don't like it when you're nasty to my friends."
I didn't know if he'd ever listen to what I said, but I had to try and get him to stop.
He was pleasant enough with me after that, but I was still annoyed that he was being rude to my friends. I can understand that he has a certain persona that he's supposed to present to the world, that he's expected to present, but surely he was better than this. Surely he'd want to show me how much he wanted to be my friend.
And he was not showing this by trying to get my friends into trouble by challenging Harry to a midnight duel. Draco liked to stick to the rules so I knew there was no chance that he'd turn up, but Harry and Ron thought differently.
I sat in a chair in the common room waiting for them to get up to leave. I started to get impatient waiting for them, but he was secretly hoping they had chickened out and decided to stay in bed. Of course, we don't all get what we want. Not long later, I heard footsteps walking down the stairs, and I saw Harry and Ron walk over to the portrait hole. I had to stop them.
"Are you really going to do this, Harry?" I asked. I turned on the lamp next to me so that they could see me.
"Hermione! Leave us alone! Go back to bed!" Ron snapped at me.
"I could've told Percy about this Ron. He'd stop you from getting into trouble."
"Well I'd appreciate it if you stopped interfering. Come on Harry, we don't want to be late."
They went through the portrait hole, so I followed them to keep trying to stop them.
"I guess you only care about yourselves. Malfoy is setting you up. You'll get in serious trouble if you keep going." I snapped.
"Just go away Hermione." Harry said bluntly.
"Fine. But I did warn you." I turned to head back into the common room and headed off to bed. I tried to stop them, so now it was their fault if they got in trouble... which they did.
I know that because everyone was talking about it the next morning at breakfast. So I went over to confront them.
"I told you that you'd get in trouble." I told them.
"Yeah yeah there's no need to rub it in Hermione." Ron said with a mouthful of bacon.
"If you carry on behaving like this, then Gryffindor will definitely lose the House Cup this year!"
"Is that all you care about? It's not a surprise that you have no friends." Harry snapped at me.
That comment really upset me, so instead of responding, I ran off, trying not to cry. I passed the Slytherin table as I ran off, and saw Draco watching me. I bet he was gloating to his friends about getting the famous Harry Potter in trouble.
I found an empty classroom, closed the door behind me, sat down and cried. Was I really that unlikable? I guess Harry was right - I didn't really have any friends.
I must have only been sat in the classroom for 5 minutes before I heard the door open.
"Go away Harry." I said, sniffling. "Can't you see that you've already upset me enough?"
The person didn't respond. They just closed the door behind them and I thought they had left. But soon someone sat down next to me, and put their arm around me. I looked up, it was Draco.
"What did they say to you?" He asked, passing me a tissue.
"Harry said he wasn't surprised that I have no friends." I said, wiping my eyes.
"Well that's not true. I'm your friend, aren't I?"
"Well yes, but they don't know that."
"And frankly they don't really need to know that. Who you are friends with is your business and your business only. Stop trying to impress people who don't deserve to be your friend."
He always knew the right things to say to make me smile. Even though we had only known each other for a couple of weeks, Draco had already become one of my best friends. And I intended to keep it that way.