I am Draco Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy estate. Not only that but I am thrice special, I am a Pureblood, a Wizard, and most of all, a member of the Malfoy family. The wizard part had finally come into play, and as I sat in the small train car, I found myself pondering what exactly being a Malfoy meant. Of course there was the obvious being a pureblood and being the greatest wizard in Hogwarts, something that I eagerly awaited happening. If I didn't manage to become the greatest wizard in Hogwarts, then I shivered to think what my father would think. There was also- wait a second, what the hell was Crabbe doing to my chocolate frogs!

I scowled, "What exactly are you doing Crabbe? You mind explaining your gluttony to our entire train car! Hmm?" The fat idiot didn't even have the guts to look at me. I scoffed and looked towards the other inhabitants of the train car, "Do you see what I have to deal with? The idiocy that Crabbe seems to embody never ends."

Goyle nodded, "Yup, he is sure dumb!"

Did this moron think he wasn't stupid as well? "Don't think that doesn't apply to you as well Goyle! You are both idiots!"

I looked toward the other people in the car, Pansy and Blaise awkwardly nodding along to what I was saying.

I groaned, "See, this is the problem when your father somehow thinks that having two meatheads follow you around will help! I can't even have an intelligent conversation! Hell, I am fifty percent sure that Crabbe can't even read!" I turned to watch Crabbe wince under my harsh words.

Blaise interrupted my rant, "So Draco, didn't you have something you wanted to do? Maybe go meet Harry Potter? I seem to recall you wanting to go speak with him."

Blaise wasn't exactly my favorite person, he always seemed so arrogant, and he always seemed like he didn't actually like me. Maybe he was just sucking up to me for my money and fame? I wouldn't be surprised, I would probably do the same if I was in his pathetic desperate situation where my mother killed all of my dads. I gave Blaise a short nod, "Thank you for reminding me Blaise, I shall be back shortly."

Crabbe and Goyle stood up, and gave me what seemed to be their awful attempt at puppy dog eyes. "Very well, Crabbe and Goyle can accompany me as well, but if they embarrass me…" I moved my finger across my throat, "You got that?"

They nodded, but When I turned my back to exit the cabin, Pansy called out, "Don't do anything stupid to make Potter hate you!"

What did she know about making people not hate her? Last time I recalled I wasn't the one who crashed my own fathers party by tripping and knocking over the Minister of Magic himself!

I traveled, and they followed me into the red colored narrow corridor. I tapped the shoulder of a prefect, "Excuse me, do you know where Harry Potter is? I wish to speak with him about certain things that are of utmost importance!"

The Prefect looked me up and down before grumbling, "I think I saw him in car 28, he was in there with his sister and two other people." He then began to turn and walk away, "Of course, don't quote me on that, I'm not exactly entirely sure myself."

Wait, Sister? I didn't recall anyone ever saying that he had a sister? I spoke up, "Excuse me, did you say Sister?" The Prefect continued to walk away from me, not even bothering to answer my questions. I growled, "Damn Hufflepuff, the whole lot of them are useless! I would kill myself if I ever got sorted into Hufflepuff."

We slowly made our way down the narrow aisle, the red carpet seemingly ever lengthening as we pushed people out of the way to get to Cabin 28. As soon as I knocked, I began to plan on what I would say. It would be important to make sure that he was as pure as possible, Half-Bloods could be redeemed, as long as they denounced their other half. Didn't father say something about how they got a Half-Blood to join by forcing him to kill his-. The door opened, and a rather small boy with black hair stared at me, and my eyes immediately gravitated towards the lightning scar on his forehead. I introduced myself, "My name is Draco Malfoy, and I assume that you are Harry Potter?"

He nodded, and I continued speaking, "This is Crabbe and Goyle, may I ask how your time in the Wizarding World has been so far?"

The boy in front of me nodded slowly, "Uh, pretty good. Do you want to come in? We don't have a lot of space though."

A girls voice came from inside the car, "I wouldn't let them in Harry, I have a real bad feeling about them, especially from someone with the last name, MALFOY."

I could see a orange haired boy sniggering at the girls comment, and I recognized that him, or at least I recognized his trademark hair. I snarled, "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

The boy with orange hair seemed to change his mood quite quickly, and he glared at me, hatred apparent in his eyes. I held out my hand towards Harry, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He opened his mouth to say something, but then the girl who must have been speaking earlier entered my field of vision and began to speak in a quite rude tone, "I don't think my brother needs any help from you! He can choose from the right sort of families, and he and I can quite clearly tell that you are not the right sort of family that we would like to be friends with."

That bitch. She looked exactly like a female version of Harry, and she had an angry expression on her face. My mouth opened to retort, "Listen here you stupid idiot! I am apart of the greatest family that had ever existed! I will not have you tarnish my name!"

The girl snapped back, "Oh? Why don't you crawl back to your pathetic father and whine about how your inbred family is so great! I would hardly call the Malfoy a respectable sort."

As I began to respond with an insult that would have utterly decimated the moronic idiotic woman in front of me, another one interrupted our conversation, "Erm, excuse me. I was just curious if you had seen a frog around here? I am looking for this boy that said he lost his frog."

The frizzy brown haired girl watched all of us, and I immediately recognized the type that she was. She was a Muggle-Born and it was quite easy to tell, her eyes were wide eyed and she wore glasses! Most barbaric, if she wanted to then she could simply get her eyes fixed. I turned back towards the group in the train car, "I will be heading off, there is no point in me debating a pathetic group of individuals like you!"

The frog girl touched my shoulder, "Sorry, but did you happen to see the frog?"

This stupid Muggle-Born dared to touch me? Her hand wasn't even worth the space that it took up! I slapped her hand off my shoulder, "Screw off! I don't speak to Mudbloods!"

The orange haired boy began to screech about something or another, but I was already too far away to hear what the trash had to say. I grumbled to Crabbe and Goyle as we walked back to the cabin where Blaise and Pansy were residing, "I don't even understand how that dumb Potter girl thought that it was a good idea to take me on! Hell, I don't even remember her existing, I can't think of a single time that I ever heard that Harry Potter had a twin! If she hadn't been there than Harry and I could have been best of chums!"

I slammed my shoulder into a Prefect, and as he turned to reprimand me for it, I gave him a death gare, and almost as if I had cast a magic spell, he moved back away from me. My eyes spied the number of our Cabin carved with gold into the side of the train car. I slammed open the door to the Cabin and marched in, "I had little luck, Potter has already begun to make friends with the wrong sort!"

Blaise gave me a glance, "Well, who pissed in your porridge this morning?"

My eyes burned into Blaise with the fury of a thousand suns, and even he winced under the heat. I slammed myself down onto the seat before glaring out he window, "Where did I even go wrong? I did everything perfectly!"

"Well clearly you didn't do everything right, because if you did everything right then you would be standing right here, you and Potter talking as if you fought in a war together." Pansy snarked.

Pansy was an awful and rude individual, and I often questioned why I was ever even friends with her. I spoke back in a pondering voice, "The Potter girl was quite rude as well, and even told me to go crawl to my father and cry, but how does she even know anything about my family? I thought I heard that Harry was raised by muggles, didn't suppose the girl would be any different."

Blaise spoke, "You are looking too far into this Draco, just leave it alone. You can't make friends with everyone, sometimes you just need to let the trash take itself out. I don't think you are stupid Draco, I think you are simply just misunderstood."

I grunted as a response to his shitty pep talk. I didn't need a pep talk, I needed revenge, and it would certainly be aimed towards that stupid Potter girl. Indeed, and the revenge that I would take would be so sweet, so sweet indeed.

The intercom interrupted my train of thought, and it loudly announced to everyone that the train would be arriving at Hogwarts very shortly. I gave a small grin towards everyone in the train car, "I am glad to finally be here, and may our friendships continue on evermore, or at least until one of you betray me, which would be quite a bad idea."

A silence enveloped the room, before they finally nodded back, and Pansy exclaimed, "Hell Yeah!"

Blaise nodded once more, "Hell yeah indeed Pansy, Hell yeah indeed."