Black hair, sparkling green eyes - Draco knew exactly who was standing in front of him, even without the whispers of the other first years crowded around him on the stone steps.
His father's instructions echoed in his ears. "Befriend Potter, my son. We can be the ones to hand him to the Dark Lord."
But Draco liked this rough-looking boy. He didn't want to hurt him. So, when he made his attempt, he purposely insulted the Weasley Potter had befriended.
Even though Potter now hated him, he was safe.
