Collision Course -- Sasuke and Draco~ :3

D: Yes. I write a crossover fic. Some of you may have read it, it's fairly popular, I guess. :\ I don't know. But this is a scene from chapter five. Sasuke is supply shopping (read: spying on people ) and meets Draco. They do not get along. Because it's fun.

Here's a clippit, and the link is here~ :3 Check it out, if you want? http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2214922/1/

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“Who are you?” There was a drawl in his voice that Sasuke had not yet met in this foreign place, but he connected the meaning all the same.

Looking over his shoulder, his eyebrows raised fractionally as though he had only just noticed the blonde, Sasuke held the gaze of a pair of icy grey eyes. “Excuse me,” he kept his words clean-cut and clear. Words, Sasuke knew, were useless without tone. “But it is considered proper to tell me your name, if you want mine.”

A frown spread over the other’s face, taken aback by the simple defiance, but smoothed out into a smirk. Draco held out his right arm, waiting for Sasuke to accept a handshake. It seemed as though he were giving the Uchiha heir a chance to redeem himself; the dark-haired boy suppressed a snort.

“Fine then. I’m Draco Malfoy. You are?”

Normally, Sasuke would have walked away, leaving him standing there like an idiot. But Sasuke had a role to play, and he was going to play it. Grasping the other’s hand in a firm shake, he replied lowly, “Sasuke Uchiha. Pleasure.” The syllables rolled awkwardly on his tongue, but sounded as regular as any other words. He was used to presenting his esteemed surname first, but he had to bend to these new customs. “You go to Hogwarts, correct?”

“So, you’ve heard of my family, then?” Looking arrogant again, Malfoy casually stuffed his hands into the pockets of his robes. “Yes, I do. But you look about my age, and I haven’t seen you around Hogwarts.” He eyed Sasuke with a mix of curiosity and unconcern.

“You wouldn’t have seen me.” Sasuke kept his voice minimal out of sheer habit. “I’ve just started.”

Looking slightly taken aback and disgusted, Sasuke saw Malfoy’s hands clench in his pockets, as though he wished to wipe some vile substance off them. “Are you an out-of-the-shell Squib, then? Or worse, a Mudblood…”

“No,” he clicked his tongue angrily, pulling an insulted expression. “Pure-blood. I was expelled.”

“And you still managed to get into another school?” Draco sneered, as though awed against his will. “I didn’t think it was possible, even with the saint of second chances running Hogwarts. Which school gave you the boot?” His eyes flicked over Sasuke’s shorter form. “Durmstrang?”

Busying himself with putting away his utterly uninteresting book, Sasuke shrugged lightly, smirked, and supplied airily, “I’d be quite out of place to say, Malfoy. Little secrets, after all.” With that, he swept extravagantly past the now glowering boy, which was quite a feat due to his lack of flowing clothing.

Uchiha Sasuke had a role to play. He didn’t need to be polite.