It was the beginning of second year for Draco Malfoy. He felt this year was going to be great. The best thing about being at Hogwarts was getting away from his home, his parents. At Hogwarts you weren't cursed abusively if you did the slightest thing wrong. It was a place to escape to.
"Now remember, son. Do us proud this year. Remember, you are a Malfoy," Lucius said, looking down at Draco."I will be coming to watch you for your first Quidditch game. Don't disappoint me."
Draco nodded. Boy, I was so loved! Draco thought. Narcissa hugged her son and gave him a kiss. Lucius just nodded and with that, disapperated from the station platform. Draco sighed and made his way over to the train and boarded it. As he looked around for his friends, he bumped into someone. They bumped into each other so hard that they both fell over into a heap on the ground. There were a few sniggers from students walking by.
"Watch where you're going, you bloody…" Draco growled but paused as he realised who he had bumped into. It was Granger. Bushy haired, know-it-all Granger. Draco thought he would feel a rush of anger and hatred, but instead felt guilt.
"I'm a what, Malfoy?" Granger crossed her arms, glaring. Draco swallowed hard and looked at her dumbly.
"Um...nothing." he said, pushing past her and entering an empty compartment, seeing as he couldn't find his friends anywhere. Draco was so embarrassed. Not because of bumping into someone and landing on his arse, but bumping into Granger. It was then and there that Draco knew he fancied a mud-blood.
On the way over to the Sorting Ceremony, Draco kept his head low. The last thing he wanted to do was run into Granger again. Luckily, he didn't and made it to the Great Hall without any hassle and sat down at the Slytherin table with the rest of his house-mates. After the sorting, everyone tuck in to their food. Well, everyone but Draco. He had lost his appetite and watched in disgust as Crabbe and Goyle ate their food ravenously. Instead, Draco stared at Granger for the evening, watching her every move.
Draco thought he probably looked like an utter pervert, but he didn't care. Granger looked so beautiful, even for a young teenager. And her deep brown eyes glinted in the candle light. Draco had never felt this way before about anyone before. Yes, he had thought some girls were good-looking, but Granger was different. Good different. He didn't know what do. Once he had finished day-dreaming, he realised that Granger was looking back at him, and not nicely. She was looking at him like he was some sort of weirdo. Draco blushed immensely and looked away quickly. Oh great! When he finally did look back, she had left with Potter and Weasley.
Draco had never been more embarrassed in his life and banged his head onto the table and groaned, which received a few stares from people. At first he thought this year was going to be good, but now he was begining to doubt that. How could this get any worse? he thought.