Chapter 120: Draco Malfoy's Autobiography
I, Draco Malfoy, am a noble Slytherin.
I've always believed that no wizard in their right mind would refuse the friendship of a Malfoy—especially not Harry Potter, the so-called Boy Who Lived.
My story begins on July 31st, when Mother went out to buy my books and left me alone in Madam Malkin's Robe Shop. That was the first time I'd been left alone in public. Embarrassingly enough, I nearly wet myself. My face went pale, and my palms were clammy. Thankfully, right at that moment, a young wizard walked in.
His clothes were worn and ill-fitting—definitely secondhand—but they had a certain odd style. He might've been poor, like the Weasleys, or maybe just neglected. Curious, I deigned to ask him a few questions. At first, he couldn't answer properly—was he a Muggle-born? But thankfully, his last answer reassured me: both his parents were wizards. Oddly enough, I felt relieved. Why was I happy about that?
Before I knew it, I started telling him my thoughts—about Hogwarts, about Hagrid, about how things really worked in our world. And he responded, not only listening but challenging my views. Cleverly. Sharply.
He had my attention.
And yet, I forgot him soon after. My thoughts were swept up by another piece of news: apparently, the youngest Weasley had drawn the rarest card—the Devil Passport. That changed everything.
So, come September 1st, I searched everywhere and finally found the Weasleys' car at King's Cross.
And wouldn't you know it, fate brought that boy back into my life. I had almost forgotten him, but now I just wanted to make a formal introduction. But Ron Weasley—ugh—interrupted everything, and somehow I ended up flying backward. Why? Who knows. Let's not dwell on that.
It must've been Ron who poisoned his opinion of me afterward. Damn him!
After the train ride, still feeling sore and confused, I learned the truth—that boy was none other than Harry Potter.
Yes! It turns out I have exceptional taste in people. What an amazing friend he could've been.
Even better, Harry got sorted into Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor. What a relief. Though... if he had ended up in Gryffindor, I would've disowned the idea of being friends, obviously.
Unfortunately, that pest Ron Weasley also got into Ravenclaw. What is he, some kind of magical chewing gum that sticks to people?
Then came the darkest day of my life.
September 2nd. Monday. Herbology class.
I once again offered Harry my friendship, formally this time—even gave my full name. And Ron mocked it. He has the nerve to laugh at "Draco"—a noble name! The name of a dragon! While his own name belongs to a freckle-faced charity case!
And Harry—Harry rejected me.
From that moment, I swore: if we weren't friends, then we were enemies. And that would be his misfortune.
But then... something changed.
Snape—my godfather, my father's closest friend—introduced a new student. He looked more like a pig than Crabbe or Goyle, but what mattered was what I learned afterward.
Harry Potter had lived worse than a house-elf. No parents. No love. Just pain. Dumbledore had placed him with Muggles, perhaps out of fear. Fear of Harry's potential. Even Peeves, the poltergeist, avoided him.
So easily manipulated. So easily led astray by Ron and Dumbledore's pawns.
If only I had reached out sooner. If only I had properly offered my friendship when we first met.
I tried to make it right. I leaked the truth to Rita Skeeter. The reports afterward only proved me right: Harry had power. Quirrell—despite being a professor—was defeated by him twice. Even Dumbledore got involved in teaching his class personally. And then came the Daily Prophet article...
Still, Harry didn't believe the truth.
Of course, why would he? Someone who's lived in hell can't recognize the first hand offered in friendship, the first ray of light.
Meanwhile, I was humiliated by the Weasley twins, threatened even. The one who helped me? Percy. Another Weasley! That irony stung.
I tried to prove myself. Challenged Peeves. Got beat up. Bloody Baron had to rescue me.
I vented my frustration on Dudley—a Muggle-born. Almost got pummeled again. Thank Merlin for Crabbe and Goyle.
But Harry overheard the whole conversation.
All my thoughts.
My embarrassment.
What do I do now?
It's Monday again. Herbology class.
I can't escape this. I have to see him again.
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In the greenhouse, Alexander Smith noticed Draco Malfoy skulking behind the crowd, keeping his head low.
"Harry, look. Malfoy," Ron whispered, nudging him.
Harry looked up, narrowed his eyes, then stood straighter. "Okay," he said. "I've decided."
He strode over to Draco.
"Hi," Harry said.
"Hi," Draco replied stiffly.
"I—" Harry began.
"I—" Draco echoed.
Harry spoke first. "Malfoy, let's be friends. But only if you stop slandering Ron and insulting his family."
Draco's expression twisted. "That's the one thing I'll never agree to. Potter, I don't need you as a friend. Don't you see the Weasleys are Dumbledore's lackeys? And haven't you suffered enough at Dumbledore's hands?"
"Potter, seriously. Think about it!" he snapped.
"Children, what's going on here?" Professor Sprout asked, striding over warily. "This isn't the first time you two have caused a stir in Herbology."
"Nothing, Professor," both Harry and Draco said in unison—then, despite themselves, they both laughed.
And just like that, some of the walls between them started to fall away.
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Back on the Ravenclaw side, Harry sat down again. Behind him, Draco Malfoy gave a hesitant wave—for the first time.
"Draco, did you just wave at him?" Crabbe asked, frowning. The same Crabbe who, in another timeline, had set fires and burned himself to death. He wasn't as dumb as he looked—well, maybe slightly less dumb—and even he could see the shift in Draco's demeanor.
"It's nothing," Draco muttered.
Then, more clearly: "That's Harry Potter."
(End of Chapter)
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