Truth

It was my birthday when I got my invitation to Hogwarts. I was so excited that my mom decided to treat me. She came with me and my father to get my stuff for school when everyone. She decided to go get some of my supplies while my father went to sell some things. I was left to go get sized for some robes at Madam Malkin's Robes.

I looked over, as my eyes shot open when I saw a fuzzy haired brunette. Wearing circular shaped classes, and part of a lightning shaped scar on his temple. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “You’re- YOU’RE HARRY POTTER?!” I yelled, as the person sizing me shushed me. His eyes shot open as he scratched the back of his neck with a nervous laugh. “Hehe...Yeah- uhm…You are?” He walked up to me.
My eyes shot open. “Malfoy- Draco Malfoy!” I smiled a bit, offering my hand. He took it. “Nice to meet you…” He responded back. Nodding a bit, and the person sizing me gave me the tap when I was done. I stepped off.
My mouth hung open a bit. “You’re actually…No way…” He giggled a bit, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost! You're so pale!” I blinked a bit, tiling my head.
I was confused. “I do?” I asked, looking at my arms and fingers. “I’m that pale..?” I blinked, thinking.
Harry froze as he nervously smiled. “Oh no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you, I just- you looked so pale. So sorry again! You should like- go to the beach and get some tan or something!” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. I had a feeling I wasn’t gonna like him.
I cleared my throat. “I should get going before my mother murders me- or worse, tells me I can’t go to Hogwarts.” I didn’t even bother to listen to what he said after I ran out. Maybe he’ll be different at Hogwarts and maybe not insult my complexion. I’m not that pale…right?

It didn’t take long for me to spot Harry at Hogwarts. He was talking to the mudblood Hermione Granger and Weasley, Ron Weasley ofcourse. He could do better than that.
I decided to make the first move. Moving my pawn once. “You must be Harry Potter. Everyone’s talking about you, you know.” I bud in. That seemed to anger the other two, the brunette just looked at me confused.
“Dr-” I cut him off almost instantly, moving the same pawn. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You’re so pale.” I cocked a brow, smirking. That sent Weasley to the sky and back. Harry’s cheeks turned a shade of pink. He got the joke, good.
I sigh, my pawn has hit the other side. “You might not wanna hang out with these- mmm… disposable little children. Why don’t you join my friend group?” I offer my hand.
I failed, as he stared up at me into my eyes, his eyes were no longer soft and ever so amusing to look at. They were so hard to watch as I saw the heartbreak in his eyes. He looked so pissed, he could punch me. And I'd much rather him kiss me. What?
He huffed, backing up. “I think I'll stick with these disposable children.” He declined my friendship. My eyes widened in shock. Nobody ever refused my hand! Nobody…Wait…Why didn’t they?

Did they feel forced to because of my parents? Were my friends fake? Did I have any real friends? Was Dobby like this? Did they just all hate me? Was…I the bad guy? I was the ugly duckling. That’s what I am. Nothing more than a nuisance for everyone. At Least my mom loved me, right? …Right?

We soon got escorted to our dorms. I was alone in a dorm of course, so I spent most of my time there. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle would come visit from time to time, but never stayed long enough to say anything. It was like everyone hated me so much they couldn’t even speak to me.
I didn’t care much, I was almost always sick. I still went to class and faked it until I made it through the day and ended up passed out on my bed. But, there were two fellow Slytherins that seemed to not be fake I guess. Who were those people? Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zambini. They didn’t have any classes with me, but they seemed like they had sympathy for me. I hated when people took pity on me.
They would at least ask if they could touch me, and I nodded, too exhausted to move more. They’d help me take some medicine. Blaise would help me get dressed if it was one of those days and I couldn’t. They’d just take care of me, like my mother did. I actually…appreciated it. I wasn’t supposed to, but it showed me they at least cared.
It wasn’t long before I became progressively better. Soon I could stand up without needing to throw up, or get dizzy. And I could answer questions without needing to cough, sneeze, or gag. So all and all everything was going great. So I thought.

I was outside, with Crabbe and Goyle, until I saw Harry Potter. I didn’t pay much attention, but he was with Weasley. My father always said, if nothing goes your way you should fight for it. So I was going to do just that.
I huffed, interrupting their conversation. “Seems like you’ve chosen the dark side, Potter.” I never realized until now how I said Potter’s name. It sounded like I had said Pot-ah. Very British of me, I thought. Mother would approve.
That made Harry turn red with fury. I think it was fury. He didn’t show much in front of me, just anger. And I think this was him being mad. I was willing to assume that other than he had a thing for me… Draco what are you thinking about?! Nobody could decide that yet, not even me! At Least not until you're fifteen. Right?
He finally decided to say something, “Shove off Malfoy!” He shoved me a bit. That’s when Weasley stepped in and pulled him away, giving me a nasty look. That made me tense as well.