Platform 9 and ¾ loomed before me. Mum had made me get here half an hour early, so the platform was almost empty. She hadn't come with me. I gave my belongings to the conductor and got on the train. Most of the compartments were empty, so I chose one and sat down in it. My bag, with my robes in, floated to the gold-plated bars above my head that formed a shelf. I sat back and stared out the window. The sounds outside gradually got louder as the platform and train filled up with students, and their parents saw them off.
"Do you mind?" A blond, short-haired wizard stood in the doorway, gesturing to the red-and-gold fabric covered bench opposite me. I nodded. He wore a black suit, which seemed to make his hair and white shirt brighter. He carried a black briefcase, and there was a black robe hanging over his arm. He put the briefcase on the shelf and carefully folded his robe before placing it delicately atop the case. He sat down, and, taking out his wand, added some splashes of green to the cabin.
"My favourite colour," he smiled. It was a beautiful, heart-warming, loving smile, one that made you want to hug the owner. I resisted the urge.
"It's beautiful," I returned the smile. "Tenneh Black, I'm going to be in third year," I introduced myself, holding out my hand to shake his.
"Draco Malfoy," He shook my hand. "Defence against the Dark Arts Professor. What house are you in? I don't recognise you." He inquired. "I'm head of Slytherin by the way."
"As yet I don't have one," Draco looked confused. "I'm transferring from Beauxbatons." I explained. He nodded his understanding.
"Why are you transferring?" Draco inquired.
I gave a half fake-smile. "I didn't get on with people. It was just too girly for me." I sighed at the memories of the past two years I'd spent there.
"Tenneh?" A short, dark haired boy peered around the door. I recognised him immediately.
"Hi, Albus," I acknowledged my father's godsons son.
He crept into the cabin, being wary of Draco. "I didn't know you were coming here. I hope you get into Gryffindor." He beamed.
Oh no. I'm going to have to tell him. "Albus, I-I don't want to be in Gryffindor." He looked shocked. "I know it's where you are, and most of our friends and family were, but it's not my house." Both Draco and Albus looked at me in a way that said they wanted me to tell them which house I wanted to be in. "Hufflepuff." I broke the silence. "Hufflepuff is the house I want to be in."
"Well," Albus looked relieved. "It could be worse." He turned, and as he left he said, "At least it's not Slytherin." I glanced at Draco. He looked rejected and sad.
"Albus," He leaned back to see me. "Not all great and good wizards and witches come from Gryffindor. All the houses have potential and have produced great and good wizards and witches." He rolled his eyes. "Just because you have a good father doesn't mean others don't." I snapped at him. "Some of us have to struggle with our parentage." I dismissed him with a flick of my hand.
Draco looked up. "Thanks." He murmured. "Some students think I still am a Death Eater. They don't understand that I didn't even want to be one in the first place." I took his hand and squeezed it. I gained a squeeze back.