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Hogworts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Thats were Draco met  

Harry, sodden Saint Potter, he was small and pathetic looking with  

those grimy glasses and messy hair, all the while wanting to run a wet  

comb threw those unruly dark locks and out of his face. That's the  

first thing 9 year old Draco Lucius Morbius Malfoy thought when he saw  

the young harry potter. Draco looked at the dirty pinkish pale face 

of Ronald Weasly and that frazzled headed mudblood, a sudden rush of  

anger over took him like the sudden whoosing of a strong freezing  

wind. The thought of a weasel or a snotty little bushy haired know-it-

all taking something that clearly was Draco’s from the beginning,  

well... That just wasn't called for. Harry was Dracos, Draco wanted  

Harry as HIS best mate.. But the turn of events led Draco to boasting  

and insulting the poor defenseless Ron and utterly ruining any chance of  

harry and him being friends... If only Draco had controlled his temper,  

mother said that's why she named him Draco, Dragon, she was a very  

gifted clairvoyant and she said she foresaw he would have the foul  

disposition of a dragon. If only he knew the way things should have gone that night... They were meant to end up As friends, and it would  take them 9 years for them to start all over again, it would be the longest lesson to learn, how to forgive your enemy.

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