Harry, meet Draco
Once Transfiguration was over Ron hurriedly stuffed his school things in his bag and very quickly left the room. Harry and Hermione on the other hand packed more slowly. Harry left the room, walking as if in a daze. He was still reeling from what Hermione had suggested.
How could she possibly think that Malfoy and he would ever be able to sit down and have a chat, like civilised people? Harry wasn't even sure if Malfoy would even know how to be civil. Yet he had promised Hermione that he would at least make an attempt and that he would do, even if it killed him.
Harry was making his way down the gardens to Hagrid's hut for his Care of Magical creatures' class. He noticed the blonde Slytherin talking animatedly with his friends. Harry looked to Hermione who silently nodded her head. Harry rolled his eyes and inhaled deeply. He braced himself then called….
"Hey, Mal…" Hermione gave him a warning look. "Draco." He finished.
Draco turned his head, scanning heads, trying to work out who had called him. Harry stepped up beside him and repeated his name.
"Draco." He repeated. Draco stared at him and narrowed his eyes in surprise.
"What did you just call me, Potter?" He drawled, suspiciously. Harry stared at him.
"I… called… you… Draco…" He said the words slowly and spaciously as if he were talking to a dumb child, (or Dudley). Draco glared at him. Harry continued. "That is you're name if I'm not mistaken, isn't it?" He asked. Draco looked like he was about to belt him.
"Do not mock me, Potter." He hissed. Then he cocked his head to the side and regarded Harry, as if trying to decide what to think of this sudden outburst toward him.
"Who gave you permission to call me Draco anyway?" He asked. The two boys had managed to make their way down to Hagrid's hut, while chatting. Harry sighed.
"Well…. It was Hermione's suggestion, really." He began. Draco looked at him.
"So? Granger wanted you to talk to me?" He asked. "What did she want us to talk about?" He questioned.
Harry shrugged. "I dunno, all she said was for me to talk to you. Ask you about a potion or something." He said. Something flashed behind Draco's eyes for a minute, but yet it was gone as suddenly as it had begun. Draco turned to listen to what Hagrid was saying.
Harry sensed the conversation was over and turned his attention to Hagrid.
"Well you see… its yer final year this one, an I wanted ter show you all some of my personal favourite animal's." He explained. Draco snorted.
"Hope he doesn't give us any more of his monsters." He whispered. The other Slytherins laughed, Harry bristled.
"You realise if you had of listened to Hagrid in third year, Buckbeak would never have attacked you." He told Draco. Draco shrugged.
"Yeah probably," he said with a shrug. "But I didn't want you to be better than me at anything." He said. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Well, as long as you learnt something." Harry replied. Draco chuckled.
"Yes I did." He looked at Harry. "I learnt never to go near dirty, great beasts that that oaf brings in." Draco said.
Harry knew Draco was trying to rile him up, so he looked at Draco and smiled.
"Well as long as you got something out of it." He told him.
People were being paired up and Draco and Harry were the last two left.
"Looks like its you and me." Harry told him. Draco looked at Harry and curled his lip.
"I don't like being paired with you." Draco drawled. Harry realised he'd Hermione was grossly mistaken about Malfoy. Harry should've known that he'd never talk to Harry, other than the taunts and snide comments he'd make.
"Oh, come on, Potter. You didn't believe me did you?" Draco asked smug amusement on his face. "What are we meant to be doing anyway?" He asked. Harry shrugged.
"I don't know. I've been busy talking to you. I dunno what's been going on." Harry answered with a shrug.
"You should've been in Slytherin." Draco laughed. "We don't care much about grades." He told Harry, bending down to inspect the tiny animal.
"I was going to be." He mumbled, also bending down to the creature. Draco looked up at Harry, shocked.
"You were!" He asked, stunned. "Why did you end up in the lion house then?" He asked.
"I asked the hat to put me in Griffindor." He told Draco simply. Draco stared at him in surprise.
"You asked the hat to put you in Griffindor?" He asked. "Why would you do that?"
"Ron told me there wasn't a witch or wizard that was ever evil who wasn't originally in Slytherin." Harry told Draco, levelly.
"So? Little Weasley told you that all Slytherins end up on the bad side of the river, so you gave us the cold shoulder? That sums it up?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, pretty much." Harry said simply. "I didn't want to go bad." He joked. Draco turned to Harry.
"So, tell me, Saint Potter. Am I all that evil?" He asked. Harry contemplated this for a minute.
"No, you're alright." Harry said. "I think I may have held an instant grudge against you. I didn't like how rude you were to Ron that first day we all got here." Harry said.
Draco looked back to the animal. "I admit I'd been told thing about the Weasley's from my father. I automatically assumed what he said about them was true. He told me things, they were poor, and they had nothing substantial…" He trailed off.
"I see now, that my father was wrong." He said quietly. "They have all I want, friends, family, loyalty." Draco sighed. "Those lot." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder to Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini. "Were,paid, to be my friends." He hissed.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Harry told him. Draco scowled.
"Don't mention it." He retorted.
The bell rang for lunch. Harry and Draco stood and dusted off their robes. "I'll meet you tonight down at the Quidditch lockers at 10." Draco told him. "We'll talk about the potion. I have a prefect meeting then I'll come meet you." He said.
Harry nodded and grabbed his bag. He headed up to the great hall. He caught Hermione's eye. She smiled widely and nodded to him, clearly pleased he'd made an effort.