Draco Malfoy shaded his deep, gray eyes against the glinting sun as he
stared down the long platform that was 9 3/4. He let a small sigh escape
his thin lips, brushing his silver-blonde hair out of his eyes as he
started to walk again. The trolley he pushed in front of him was, or
course, laden with all of his Hogwart's belongings, bought two weeks in
advance.
Just in front of him, stood a family. Wizards, obviously, he could tell by the trolleys. Only one, he noted, was equipped with an owl. The 11-year-old sneered, out of sheer habit, glancing down at his egle owl. His father had just purchased it for him the week before.
The gray hues where turned back on the wizarding family. All had red hair and multiple freckles. 'Must be Weasleys,' he thought, tuning away again and heading toward the train. His father had told him about families like the Weasleys. No-account-muggle lover, he called them. Draco was prone to think of his father as just a tad judgemental, but to say anything would be a punishment worse than death.
A black haired boy cut quickly in front of him with his trolley, heading toward the Weasleys. Draco recognized him at once. He had seen this boy at Madame Malkin's robe shop at Diagon Alley. He cursed himself silently for not asking the boy's name.
Draco Malfoy was not a stupid boy.
The first thing he had noticed about this boy was his beautiful green eyes. Draco's father's eyes where quite similar, which, as usual, was the first connection he made. Somehow, he knew that this boy would either be a powerful ally, or a stubbon adversary. He hoped that he would be friend, rather than foe.
Draco didn't have any real friends, just Crabbe and Goyle. They weren't really friends, though...more like aquantances. It was rather hard to have an intelligent conversation with two bumbling idiots. There was an intelligence in that boy's eyes...something of a feeling that sprang life into Draco's otherwise dreary world. It was exciting. New.
Draco shook the thought from his head, and started toward the train.
Just in front of him, stood a family. Wizards, obviously, he could tell by the trolleys. Only one, he noted, was equipped with an owl. The 11-year-old sneered, out of sheer habit, glancing down at his egle owl. His father had just purchased it for him the week before.
The gray hues where turned back on the wizarding family. All had red hair and multiple freckles. 'Must be Weasleys,' he thought, tuning away again and heading toward the train. His father had told him about families like the Weasleys. No-account-muggle lover, he called them. Draco was prone to think of his father as just a tad judgemental, but to say anything would be a punishment worse than death.
A black haired boy cut quickly in front of him with his trolley, heading toward the Weasleys. Draco recognized him at once. He had seen this boy at Madame Malkin's robe shop at Diagon Alley. He cursed himself silently for not asking the boy's name.
Draco Malfoy was not a stupid boy.
The first thing he had noticed about this boy was his beautiful green eyes. Draco's father's eyes where quite similar, which, as usual, was the first connection he made. Somehow, he knew that this boy would either be a powerful ally, or a stubbon adversary. He hoped that he would be friend, rather than foe.
Draco didn't have any real friends, just Crabbe and Goyle. They weren't really friends, though...more like aquantances. It was rather hard to have an intelligent conversation with two bumbling idiots. There was an intelligence in that boy's eyes...something of a feeling that sprang life into Draco's otherwise dreary world. It was exciting. New.
Draco shook the thought from his head, and started toward the train.