Disclaimer: Not mine I'm afraid :( All of the characters belong to J. and I make no money from using them... Unfortunately ;)

Harry sat in the carriage, hand holding the fringe up pointedly. The tall, red-haired gangly boy opposite nodded towards it and said excitedly, "So it's true? You're Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded and said graciously "Yes. Defeated Voldemort," He ignored the flinch from his companion, "When I was a baby ecetera," he looked at his nails, frowning at a white spot before flipping his longish hair back and continuing. "But you know... It was nothing really..."

Right on cue Ron leapt in, "No but you defeated V... You-Know-Who when you were 2!"

"1 actually." Harry reproached, pleased when Ron looked abashed. However, before he could beg for forgiveness like a good fan, the door slid open and a bushy-haired girl stepped in. Harry, who had swept his fringe off his forehead again, raised an eyebrow at the intrusion. Unfortunately she didn't seem to notice and so the effect was rather lost.

"Have you two seen Neville's pet toad? He keeps hopping away..." Her voice trailed off as she spotted the lightning-bolt scar on Harry's head. "Are you...?" she gasped.

"Harry Potter? Yes, just call me Saviour."

"I've read about you in so many books!" she practically squealed.

"Isn't it fantastic? I'm thinking about writing an autobiography. Just one line you know, 'I'm Harry Potter and I defeated You-Know-Who.'"

Hermione giggled, "It'd fly off the shelves. Literally."

The trio laughed before Harry remembered why she was there.

"Oh... We haven't seen... Thingy's toad, sorry."

"Neville's toad." Ron reminded him.

"Oh that's okay, I'm sure he'll turn up somewhere!" Hermione said before turning round to the door, "Bye!" she said as she stepped out of the compartment, leaving Ron and Harry alone once more.

Ron sighed happily. "She's really pretty." he sighed, a smile on his lips.

"Hmm, I guess. She's not really my type though." Harry said absentmindedly.

"Oh yeah?" Ron said smiling, "What is your type then?"

Just as Harry was about to answer, the carriage door slid open once again.

"Honestly!" snapped Harry, throwing himself up out of the chair in a fit of pique, "Can't anyone get through a conversation? No manners... None at all."

"I can assure you," came the drawl of the blonde-haired boy who had walked in, "That my manners are impeccable."

"Yeah?" came Harry's retort, "Well have you ever heard of knocking?"

The boy ignored the comment, instead smoothing down his clean-cut and stylish robes. "I'm Draco Malfoy by the way. Oh and these are Crabbe and Goyle." He gestured to each one in turn.

"I'm Harry Potter, you know, savior of the world and all that."

Draco offered a hand politely. "Pleased to make your acquaintance?" It was a statement but he placed an inflection, an insecurity. Harry smiled before reaching out his hand to delicately grasp Draco's hand. "Certainly. And, may I say, you have the most fantastic robes."

Draco thanked him with a small bow of his head and a blush before they dropped each others hands.

"Well, I'd better be off, people to see you know. Come Crabbe, Goyle." And they walked out of the compartment.

When they were alone again, Harry turned to Ron."He mayhave no manners but my goodness. What fabulous fashion sense!"