My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Ten:

When lunch rolls around I am completely starved due to my missed breakfast. However, I need to change my robes as well as get out of my pajamas before I go step foot in the Great Hall (not that a Slytherin wearing Gryffindor robes hasn't traveled the school already).

I make my way briskly through the hallways, not bothering to acknowledge any passerbys. When I make it to my room I quickly pick out a silk silver button up and a dark pair of slacks. After changing out of my pajamas I slink on my school robes, carefully storing Harry's in my armour. I grab my book bag and the books for my last two classes today. I double check to make sure I have the correct ones if only because I was forced to share a book with that annoying buck tooth beaver from Transfiguration. It shall never be repeated again.

Swiftly I make my way to the Great Hall as my stomach has not stopped its protests of hunger. With my book bag slinged over one shoulder I head towards the Slytherin table, taking a seat between my two bodyguards. Crabbe and Goyle give a grunt to acknowledged my presence, never stopping their massive intake of food. I cringe slightly at their disgusting behavior, however I am too hungry myself to reprimand them for eating like mudbloods. I grab some Stiliton cheese, a roast beef sandwich, some Yorkshire pudding, and a glass of butterbeer. In my hunger I notice that the food smells almost as good as at the Manor but of course a Malfoy trained house elf's food is much better.

Before I can even take a bite of my food the interrogation begins:

"So, Malfoy, I see you changed your robes." I raise my left eyebrow, eying the boy up and down until he clears his throat in discomfort. I smirk into my glass of butterbeer before taking a sip.

"Your observation skills astound me, Mr...?"

"Nott, Theodore Nott." I nod at him, placing my mug down on the table.

"Well, Mr. Nott, is there anything else you have observed about me? I'm sure it has taken all of your time and effort to come up with some form of conclusion and I wouldn't want that to go to waste." The boys face flushes in anger at the veiled insult to his intelligence.

"You have some answering to do to Slytherin house. Have you abandoned us for the Gryffindorks? Perhaps the golden boy has converted you with the mudbloods."

I let out a burst of laughter, causing all of Slytherin house to focus on the confrontation between me and Nott. "Are you really that stupid, Nott?"

Nott frowns at my tone, suddenly feeling out of his element as he realizes the whole of Slytherin house is watching the display. "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"Do I really need to spell it out for you?"

"You're just trying to get out of this discussion, but everyone knows you don't belong in Slytherin. So why don't you go over there and join the Gryffindorks."

The dark skinned boy sitting across from me begins to laugh. Nott smirks at me, clearly believing that the boy is laughing at me but I know better. No one would ever laugh at a Malfoy.

"Wow, Nott. You really are that stupid." Nott's smirk quickly turns into a frown as the dark skinned boy's comment. I let out a soft chuckle. The dark skinned boy joins me and I take a bite from my sandwich. It's clear to everyone that this conversation is over. Evidently Nott isn't too smart.

"Shut up, Zabini, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"You're the one who doesn't belong in Slytherin, Nott, if you can't see a very Slytherin move. How much prestige do you think the Malfoy family will get if it forms an alliance with Harry Potter? I just wish that I had thought of that first. Most of my family's influence is in Italy."

"So you're the son of Dante Zabini?" Zabini nods before reaching out his hand. He has a firm grip as we handshake and I can't help but notice the slight contrast of our skin colors.

"Yes, I'm Blaise Zabini, son of Dante and Isabella Zabini."

I return the formal introductions with one of my own, though he already knows who I am. There is no one in Europe, or probably in the wider wizarding world that doesn't know of the Malfoys'.

"Nice to meet you Blaise Zabini, I'm Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. I've heard much about your father's ministry work in Italy." Blaise beams a smile at me, excited that me, a Malfoy, knows of his family, especially since they are Italian. "So, are you the first Zabini to ever attend Hogwarts?" I say, barely noticing Nott angrily stalk out of the Great Hall as the Slytherins either taunt him or ignore him completely, as I am.

"Yes, I'm very excited about attending Hogwarts. Even us Italians have heard of this school." I nod at his statement because everyone knows that Hogwarts is almost as famous and prestigious as us Malfoys.

"So do you have your own suite or are you staying in the dorms?"

"My father arranged a suite for me as there is no Zabini suite at Hogwarts."

"Ah. Perhaps after classes you and I can study together. I would love to see your suite and I'm sure you would love to meet Harry Potter." Blaise nods his head in agreement and we both begin eating our food again. I mostly ignore the conversation going on around me, choosing instead to chat with Zabini. Perhaps I can form an alliance with this Italian. Father will be happy to know that I am spreading our family's influence.

Tbc...