So, I was trying to go to sleep when all of a sudden, I got this strong urge to write this. I hope you like it.
I could feel the smirk spread across my face as I began packing all of my items for Hogwarts. As soon as I had finished packing away my potion items, I double checked my image in the mirror. I managed to fix the few strands of hair that had fallen out of place. I looked at my perfectly slicked back blonde hair and patted my robes into place before heading down the stairs with my things. My father was standing with a grim expression as always until he saw me, "Ah Draco. Come let me have a look at you." His smile was thin and odd as he made sure I looked perfectly presentable, "You will do just fine. I'm sure you will follow in the family line of Slytherin house. And you will stay away from any…mudbloods." He seemed to shiver in disgust as he said so. "Now, go with your mother. She will accompany you to the platform."
My mother kept a stern smile on her face until we were out the door and alone. She pulled me into a sharp hug, "Oh. You're getting so old!" She knelt down quickly in front of me and patted my shoulders, "Now, I do not care what your father says. Any house you're sorted into will be fine. Don't you let him get to you." She always knew what I was unwilling to ask. I knew he would be upset if I was anything but Slytherin. Our entire family, that I was aware of, had been sorted into that house. I would be such a disappointment if I was anything else.
She cupped my cheek and gave me a truly warm smile before standing, fixing her ruffled robes and putting that stern look on her face again. "Off we go now."
I kept my eagle owl close. "Here Bane," I said as I tossed in a piece of food. That should keep him happy until I got settled. Soon, we were on Platform 9 and 3/4. I rolled my eyes at all of the people gathered, some saying tearful goodbyes to their first years. A patch of unruly hair caught my eye as I turned to face my mother. "Enjoy your time at school Draco. Don't forget to write," she said this while smoothing my robes again, as if she hadn't already done so eight times. I could see that she wanted to bend low and give me another tight hug, but she didn't. She kept her face stern and straight and we simply nodded to each other. As always, how we were in public.
I boarded the train and discovered Crabbe and Goyle. What an interesting pair of blathering fools. Somehow their slowness was endearing, and I found myself liking the pair to an extent. They did not pester me with questions, and they seemed to like the things I had to say, little as there was for the time being.
And then I heard a rumor, long after the train had departed. Someone stopped by our seats and mentioned that the famous Harry Potter was on the train, starting his first year at Hogwarts. I quirked an eyebrow, the only sign of my interest for now. The two hardly paid attention, in fact, they did not even recognize the name at first. "You know, the boy who lived and all that?" Only then did the two have a moment of recognition come across their faces. But quickly after, Crabbe was stuffing his face again. I felt my lip curl up in disgust but kept my comments to myself.
The sight of the Hogwarts castle was truly magnificent. Pictures could never really allow you to know the beauty of the building. But, all the same, I kept my smirk plastered to my face as we took the boats. Everyone was chatting about the school as we were led to the entryway of the Great Hall.
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