DRACO POV

The Hogwarts Express barreled down the tracks towards the school, while I lounged in my private compartment with my sometimes girlfriend Pansy Parkinson. My legs were sprawled across the seat as my head rested on her lap. I gave a sigh of frustration as a soft hand brushed my forehead, and I looked up to see Pansy's smirking face.

"What are you sneering at?" I snapped at her.

She looked taken aback for a moment before lowering her eyes and murmuring quietly, "Sorry, Draco."

I sighed again. Her presence was both irritating and comforting. I often found myself berating her, and although I knew I shouldn't, she never seemed to mind.

For a while we were silent as she stroked my sleek, blonde hair. I resolved not to yell at her this time. I was even considering chatting a bit, in a civil manner, but the sudden opening of the compartment door rudely interrupted us.

"Hello, everybody!" A burly seventh-year boy, who I'd only seen a few times in passing, thrust the compartment door open and stood splay-legged on the threshold. Pansy and I looked at him, speechless until he abruptly sprang forward and sat down with the two of us, lifting my legs and placing them in his lap as he did so. I pulled my legs away swiftly from his unwelcome grasp.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I screamed at him in an indignant rage. The obnoxious smirk faded from his freckled face but the mischievous twinkle didn't disappear from his large blue eyes as he peered at me sadly.

"Making friends?"

"No," I said flatly. I grabbed Pansy's wrist and led her out into the hall. She sniffed disdainfully at the intruder as we left, expressing my feelings exactly.

ROLF POV

I was left alone, pondering the strange boy that I had just met, with his pale blonde hair and icy grey eyes. His coldness bemused me and I became determined to get to know this Ice King.

THUMP!

A disembodied head hit the floor in front of me. It looked up at me and I returned the gaze, wondering why it looked so familiar. After the shock wore off I realized that it was definitely the famous Harry Potter from my own House.

"Oh, hi Harry. Where's the rest of you?"

"Sorry," groaned the head. It began to rise from the floor and as it did so a silvery purple cloak fell to the floor, revealing Harry in all his full-bodied glory. He peered around a bit, eyes slightly groggy from the fall. "Er, yeah… I was… kind of in the luggage rack. Would you mind – er – not mentioning that to anyone at Hogwarts?"

"Sure," I replied not knowing what else to say.

The train suddenly screeched to a stop and looking out the window we noticed that we had conveniently arrived at Hogwarts. Seeing this, Harry scampered out of the compartment. What a peculiar fellow.