Draco stared out the window of his family car at the trees. His mother was in the seat beside him asleep with a few of the things for his dorm in between the two of them. He glanced up at his father, who was blankly staring at the road as he drove. Lucius hadn't said a word since they started the long ride from Malfoy Manor to Hogwarts University; other than to tell Narcissa it was overbearing of her to sit in the backseat with her son. It would be Draco's first year at college and first year away from home and his father's silence didn't easy his nervousness.

"Father, can I ask you something?" Draco asked, just to break the mind numbing silence. Lucius looked into the mirror back at his son, which was like looking in a youthful mirror. Same ice blonde hair, same gray eyes, and same pale skin.
"You had no problem asking that one, so I don't see why not." Draco regretted saying anything.

"What did you study when you were in college? You never talk about it," Draco asked and long silence followed. He wasn't surprised his father didn't answer; he almost never did.

"Draco, I didn't stay in school very long because I already learned everything I needed to know about running Malfoy Apothecary from my father. This is why I can't understand why you would even waste your time with this." Lucius said and Draco huffed angrily. Draco had told his father a million times he didn't want to take over the family business. He felt like he would never step out of his father's image and become his own person.

Draco crossed his arms and stared out the window again. "Not speaking to me, now?" his father asked, looking back at him again. "You know I'm right, Draco. You're going in as undecided for Merlin's sake." Draco whipped his wands out of his pocket and waved his hand over, transforming it into his cellphone with his headphones hanging from the top. He shoved his headphones into his ears and hit play; Tears Don't Fall by Bullet for My Valentine began to play and Draco drifted off to sleep.

Draco was awoken by an aggressive shake of the arm. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. The university was the biggest building Draco had ever seen (considering he lived in a mansion); it was reminiscent of a castle with its large windows and its traditional style of architecture. The courtyard was open and filled with students, standing around and talking, students with their booths and talking to students about their clubs and such. Draco's heart swelled with excitement as his eyes scanned everything that was in the courtyard.

"Draco, come on. Your father already has people coming to take your stuff to your dorm, now let's hurry up and get you registered and stuff," Narcissa says, sniffling a little. As Draco got out of the car and pulled out his backpack, Narcissa whipped her nose with her handkerchief. Draco's parents guided him to the entrance of the school; they stood on either side of him, blocking the nearby students from seeing him.

"You know, I can do this myself," Draco mumbled. He didn't exactly want his parents to hear that, but he did in hopes that they would leave him to do this on his own. His father signed all of the necessary papers and handed them to Draco as he did. Draco was listening to music still as he looked around with his mother hugging his shoulders. He watched as students of all sizes and students walked past them.

Suddenly, someone tapped his shoulder lightly and he turned around. A girl with bushy brown hair and big brown eyes was smiling at him. Draco smiled at her and took his headphones; he thought there was something adorable about her slightly large front teeth, because it made her look like a chipmunk. For a moment, the two just stared at each other.

"Where's your ID badge? We're supposed to wear them for orientation week," she said in bossy tone, but Draco wasn't bothered by it. He raised a finger to her and turned to his father, who was still signing papers. Draco looked over his father's shoulder at the table; there was no ID on the table. "You haven't taken your photo yet, have you?" she asked, standing behind him again. This time, him and his father turned and looked at her. "I can take him if you want. I promise I'll bring him right back." Lucius looked at her and then looked at Draco again.

"Be quick. I only have a few more papers to sign," Lucius grumbled, turning back to the table. The girl's smile widen as she lightly grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall. Draco felt his heart flutter; the only girl who had shown any interest in him while he was in school was Pansy Parkinson. While he found her attractive, he thought he had a vile personality, which he wasn't overly fond of.

"I'm Hermione Granger, by the way," she said, her tone was very sweet.

"Draco Malfoy. Granger. That isn't a last name I've heard before," Draco responded, running his fingers through his hair. He was nervous, but he didn't want to show it.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not a pure blood family name that I've heard. Are you from another country?"

"No, I'm also not from a pure blood family. My parents aren't wizards. They're dentist. I got a scholarship, so that's the only way I can come here." Draco was so dumbfounded. This adorable girl wasn't a pure blood; not even a half blood. His father would never even allow to even look at a mud blood, let alone be seen with one, so he wanted to make this as quickly as possible. Hermione took him to the booth were they were taking photos; a boy with large teeth, gray eyes and course black hair was sitting at the table.

"Mud blood," the boy sneered, revealing his teeth, which caused Draco to cringe. Hermione rolled her eyes at boy. Draco admired how she didn't care that he had just insulted her, but he also wasn't sure if she even knew what that meant.

"If you were half as intelligent as what you pretend to be, you would know that after calling me a hundred times, it's lost its 'keen edge'. Anyways, Marcus, I didn't come back here to be graced by your witty retorts or your lovely smile." Draco had never heard so much sarcasm in one breath. "I've brought Draco here to get his photo taken and be quick about it." Draco blushed as Hermione lightly rubbed his arm.

"Draco? Draco Malfoy?" Marcus said, standing up and looking at him up and down. His clothes were rather nice, but were still tattered and muddy; the nicest thing on him was his green letter man jacket, but even the silver Q was dirty. "I'll keep it quiet about you hanging out with this mud blood trash, if you promise to join the Slytherin Fraternity next year," he chuckled, handing him a pamphlet.

"Slytherin Fraternity? My dad was in this," Draco mumbled, thumbing through the pamphlet idly.

"Can we hurry this up? I don't want your father to yell at you or anything," Hermione huffed, turning to Draco and Marcus.

"Shut up. You're not going to tell me how to do my job. Draco you can go first. Make sure you let your dad know you'll be in our frat next year," Marcus said with a wink and a big small. Draco smiled nervously and nodded, walking in front of the plain white backdrop. I look horrible in pictures when I smile so I won't.

"Take out your headphones, so that they aren't in the picture," the girl behind the camera said. As Draco removed his headphones, he looked past her at Hermione; she was smiling at him so that he smiled back. There was flash that startled Draco. "You have a nice smile, glad I got that when I did. Print it, Marcus." Marcus blew a kiss at her before he did, causing her to look at him in disgust; he handed the laminated card to Draco.

"That's a nice picture of you, Draco. Let's get back to your dad," Hermione said as she helped him pinned the ID to his shirt. "You're undecided?"

"Yea, my dad wants me take over the family business, so I'm here to see if there's something else I can do with my life, you know," Draco answered, as they walked back to the lobby where his parents were. "However, dad will be happy to know that I'm going to follow in his footsteps and be a Slytherin."

"You know, there's another fraternity that you should take a look at," Hermione said, her voice trailing off.

"Hermione!" a girl's voice shouted. They turned around to see an Indian girl waving at her, with a pale girl with dirty blonde hair standing behind her.

"Those are my roommates. I have to get going, but if you're curious Gryffindor Fraternity, then find Percy Weasley; he's one of the prefects."

"Will I see you soon?"

"Of course, I'm sure we have classes together," Hermione giggled, before jogging off to the other girls. He watched as they giggled, looked back at him and then walked away.

"She was kind of cute, big teeth though. She'd better come from good stock if you're thinking about dating her," Lucius said, as his parents leaned over either one of his shoulders. Narcissa grabbed his shirt and began to examine his ID.

"Is this what you look like when you smile in pictures? Do this more often!" She shouted, pointing at the picture. Maybe I should have something to smile at. His parents lead him out of the lobby and across the campus. "We're just going to walk you to the dorm building, then we'll say goodbye. Promise." Draco sighed and nodded as they walked to the first year dorm building; it was a large school like building that blocked off the road to Greek Row. Draco stopped at the door and his parents looked back at him.

"I'll see you guys at Christmas, ok? I love you." Lucius looked at Narcissa who was welling up with tears.

"Oh right, Christmas," she said, before bursting into tears and swinging her arms around his neck. Draco looked around at all of the people who were watching, this and looked around nervously. He laughed nervously and wrapped his arms around her and patted her back. She began kiss his cheeks and face.

"That's enough, Narcissa," Lucius sighs, pulling her off of her son. Draco whipped her lipstick off of his face as his father placed his hand on his shoulder. "No matter what you decide this year, I know you'll make the right decisions. I wish you luck, son." Draco stared into his father's eyes and couldn't decipher whether he was telling the truth or not.

"Thank you, father." Lucius nodded and grabbed Narcissa's hand; he had to drag the sobbing woman away from her son. Draco sighed and pushed the double doors and walked into the lobby of the building. There was an older woman sitting behind that counted with a large man with scraggly black hair standing behind her. Draco slowly approached the desk; the woman was thumbing through some papers.

"Um. I'm here to get my room key. Draco Malfoy."

"I know who you are, Mr. Malfoy," she said, looking up from the papers. She was a warm smile that she wore on her wrinkled face. "I am Professor McGonagall, I will be teaching you in Transfiguration and I oversee first year students, let me get your key. Also, I hope you'll be attending the welcome party in the common room tonight." Draco nodded as she began to shift through the drawers.

"Isn't 'e roomin' with Harry?" the man behind her said in a gruff voice. Professor McGonagall turned around and looked at him.

"That is right, thank you, Hagrid. This is Hagrid, by the way, he's the groundskeeper here and sometimes he helps me out. Ah, the spare key to Harry Potter's room is in this drawer here." I'm rooming with Harry Potter? Did my father do that? "Here it is." She leaned over the counter and handed Draco a single golden key.

"This doesn't look like it could open anything," Draco said. The key was flat like a piece of paper; it was literally a key card.

"That's because, it's an attachment. You stick it to your wand and it can lock and unlock your door and your door alone," McGonagall explained and Draco pulled out his phone. With a wave of his hand, he changed it back into his wand and placed the key sticker on the side. "Hagrid took your things to your room already. Boy's dormitory is to the left. Be in the common room at six. Have a nice rest of your day." Draco smiled and walked up the stairs. You never asked your room number.

Draco wandered the halls absentmindedly, looking at all the dorms. His wand began to vibrate lightly as he walked past room 394, and then stopped once he past it. I wonder, Draco went back to the room and started at his vibrating wand. He waves it slowly over the doorknob and there was a clicking sound; he turned the knob and pushed the door opened. Hey Jude by The Beetles was playing when Draco stepped inside. There was a boy with tousled black hair was standing on one of the beds hanging a poster on the wall and singing along.

"Hm? Oh! You must be my roommate. My name's Harry Potter."