Who: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter (what, right away? That's like Goku vs. Frieza in the first 5 seconds of DBZ. Or Luke vs. Vader in Episode 4.) Where: Potts Tower, their floor, because Draco's moving in on the same floor as all the HP Kidlets (well, most of them?) When: Today, April 9, morning-ish? What: Draco's just arrived. More than a bit confused. Status: Incomplete, threaded Warnings: Possible mentions of dark and evil plots from Half-Blood Prince. Um. Draco's just been attacked by Harry, so mentions of that. Maybe some language. Read with caution?
Draco Malfoy had found himself in hell. Rather literally, for Draco. He was in a world where there was no Hogwarts. No Magic, except for what they possessed. On top of that, from what he learned, the whole Potter gang was already here. Well, maybe not all of them, but the one Potter that mattered to Draco was actually there. He'd also been informed that others from his world had already "arrived" to this strange place, and Draco wondered which others were being mentioned. His father? Voldemort? The thoughts alone made Draco shudder with fear.
Refusing to change out of his school robes, Draco stood in the hallway of Potts tower, in front of his new "apartment", as it was called. Not a flat or a dorm. The blond Slytherin was out of sorts completely. His hair was a mess, never mind that. He hadn't come with a comb. His robes were wrinkled and, Merlin, his side still stung. Severus had managed to repair most of the damage done by Harry, but the pain hadn't dulled completely. And here Draco was without a pain potion in sight. Biting back a curse about that, Draco kicked the door of his apartment open, and left the door open. Once inside this blasted apartment, he let the curse slip out. It just happened. Anyone passing by was sure to hear the British pureblood prince cursing in the supposed safety of his own new apartment. Anyone from the Harry Potter world would probably recognize Draco's blond hair almost instantly.