Draco Malfoy's Monologue

I, Draco Malfoy, am a noble Slytherin.

I've never believed that any wizard would dare to refuse Malfoy's friendship, not even if he were the Chosen One, not even Harry Potter.

The story begins on July 31st, when my mother went to buy me books, leaving me alone in the Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

This was the first time I had been away from my mother. It was a little embarrassing to admit, and I almost wet my pants. My face turned pale. Luckily, a little wizard wearing ill-fitting clothes came along. His clothes were very fashionable, but the only flaw was that they looked old. Perhaps he was like the annoying Weasley, so poor that he could only wear old clothes, or perhaps he was not favored.

I condescended to ask him a few questions, but unfortunately, he couldn't answer the first few. Could he be a Mudblood?

Fortunately, the last question confirmed my suspicions: his parents were indeed wizards. Thank goodness, no, why am I so happy?

So, in a fit of emotion, I even confided my opinions about others to him, like that rude Hogwarts servant. Hey, this guy actually contradicted me and shared his opinion with me— Hagrid very smart, and so on.

Great, that's caught my attention.

However, I quickly put that guy out of my mind. A report caught my attention: the youngest son of the Weasley family, our family's sworn enemy, had actually won the rarest gold card— the Devil's Passport.

So, on September 1st, when school started, I made all sorts of inquiries and finally found the Weasley family's carriage.

Then, fate brought me together with that guy again. I almost forgot my purpose and only knew to extend a formal invitation to him. The Weasley family's penniless wretch interrupted everything. I didn't even know why I flew away. It was probably because, because, never mind, it doesn't matter.

Later, that guy's bad impression of me must have been instilled in him by the Weasley family's poor bastard after I flew away, damn it!

After I got off the bus, while I was still feeling indignant for some reason, I discovered that the guy was Harry Potter!

Haha, you truly are a friend I Draco Malfoy, value highly! I'm amazing!

What makes me even happier is that Harry Potter ended up in Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor, so I don't have to worry—no, that's not right, if he were Gryffindor, I would break off all ties with him!

Unfortunately, Ron Weasley, that penniless bastard, also got into Ravenclaw. Is he Drooble's Best Blowing Gum? Damn it!

Then, the darkest time of my life came.

That day, September 2nd, during Herbology, I once again extended an invitation to Harry Potter to become my friend, and I introduced myself completely.

However, Ron Weasley actually mocked my name. I have a noble name with a dragon in it, and this poor bastard with freckles doesn't deserve it! Harry Potter also rejected me outright. Fine, being my enemy is the beginning of your misfortune.

However, the slovenly professor of Herbology stopped it all.

I thought I would always harbor hatred for Potter, however, our Dean Professor Snape, my father's friend, openly brought in a guy who was even more like a pig than Crabbe and Goyle.

With the help of the Sorting Hat, I began to learn that Harry Potter lived a life worse than that of House-elf. That damned Dumbledore must be afraid of Harry, Harry possessed magic that even Peeves dared not approach.

So he's so easily fooled, so easily led astray by those Weasley, those Dumbledore lackeys. Damn it, if only I had extended an invitation the first time I met Harry.

That way, he will have a friend who is worthy of him.

Then, I told Rita Skeeter that everything that happened in the following days proved my guess. Harry was a born the Chosen One. Quirrell, that stutterer, was still a professor, yet he was defeated by Harry twice. Dumbledore even personally taught Harry, wanting to further observe and influence Harry.

Finally, the Daily Prophet was published, but unfortunately, Harry still didn't believe it.

That's true. How could someone in hell refuse the first outstretched hand of friendship, the first ray of sunshine?

However, I was still very angry. The Weasley Twins even dared to threaten me. I was rescued, and the one who rescued me was that poor Weasley family, Percy!

I was furious, so I challenged Peeves, but I got completely thrashed. Bloody Baron saved me.

I was furious and Dudley, that Mudblood, and almost got beaten up. Luckily, Crabbe and Goyle came in handy.

However, Harry Potter overheard my conversation with Dudley and all my innermost thoughts. What should I do? I want to die!

A week has passed, it's Monday, and I have Herbology this morning. Damn it, I can't escape it, I'm going to see Harry again.

So, during Monday's Herbology, Ryan saw Draco Malfoy, who had been hiding to the side, too afraid to come closer.

"Harry, look, that's Malfoy." Ron nudged Harry was also hiding in the back, with his elbow.

"Okay, I've made up my mind," Harry said encouragingly, then strode over to Malfoy.

"Hi," Harry said.

"Hi," Malfoy said.

"Um, I—" Harry said.

"I—" Malfoy said.

"Malfoy, let's be friends, as long as you stop slandering Ron and insulting his family," Harry said.

"Only this, I absolutely disagree, Potter. I don't need you as a friend. Don't you understand? The Weasley family are all Dumbledore's lackeys. Hasn't Dumbledore harmed you enough?"

"Potter, what are you thinking?" Malfoy retorted stubbornly.

"Children, what are you doing?" Professor Sprout asked warily. This wasn't the first time; these two always caused trouble in Herbology. Even with Professor Sprout's good temper, he couldn't help but view them with prejudice.

"No, Professor," Draco and Harry said in unison, then burst into laughter, as if all the barriers between them had vanished in that laugh.

When Harry returned to Ravenclaw's side, Draco Malfoy even waved to him, which was unusual for him.

"Draco, do you agree?" Crabbe asked doubtfully. This guy, who had bullied Malfoy after gaining power in the original Fiendfyre and then set Fiendfyre on himself, was indeed not as stupid as he looked. Although he was still stupid, Crabbe could clearly see the change in Draco's attitude.

"Nothing, that's just Harry Potter," Draco Malfoy replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.