Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. Wish I did but alas I do not.
First time writing fanfiction so please be kind :P
"Might as well get yer uniform" said Hagrid, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, felling nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed all in mauve. "Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak, "Got the lot here - another young man is being fitted up just now, in fact."
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long robes. Madam Malkin stood harry on a stool next to him and slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Harry was strongly reminded of Dudley.
"Have you got your own broom?" the boy went on.
"No," said Harry.
"Play quidditch at all?"
"No, what is it?" Said Harry.
The boy looked at him curiously, scanning him from head to toe as if he could determine if he was a muggleborn or not by his appearance.
"It's a sport played on btooms. It's pretty much the biggest wizarding sport there is!" the boy exclaimed waving his arms about madly to convey the importance. All it really succeeded in doing was annoying the witch pinning the robe as he pulled the material from her fingers.
"Stop moving!" she shouted, effectively stopping the boy moving and making his arms settle back down by his side.
"Sorry, but he doesn't know about quidditch!" he said as if that explained and justified his actions. The witch just rolled her eyes and continued with her job.
"I'll teach you when we get to school if you want, it's so much fun!" the boy said, "What's your name by the way?"
"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry said as he jumped off the stool as Madam Malkin took the robe off over his head and told him to jump down.
"Wow, good to meet you. I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco said a bit shocked, who knew this boy was the famous Harry Potter!
"Nice to meet you Draco, I'll see you at Hogwarts I guess." Harry said as he turned to walk out the door after paying for his uniform.
"Wait!" Draco shouted, Harry turned, "Do you want to share a compartment on the Hogwarts Express with me? I'll introduce you to my friends..." Draco trailed off and looked down, expecting a rejection.
"Sure, I'd like to have someone I know there." Harry said before opening the door and walking out, but just before he made it all the way across the threshold he turned his head back round, "see you at Hogwarts Draco!" With this he left and the door shut behind him.
Draco saw him walk towards a huge man that seemed to tower over Harry but Harry didn't look scared, he looked happy. So Draco decided he didn't have a problem with this huge man.
Draco smiled, this was the start of a beautiful friendship!