Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. This is my own interpretation.
Draco had spent the numerous hours perched upon the cushioned seat, watching the green hills roll past. The rustic train bellowing out steam that occasionally floated past the window He had changed into his uniform hours ago, now he sat nervously tapping his fingers upon his knee. The sun was setting, slowly spreading a magnificent orange colour across the horizon. But slowly as the minutes slugged by, the moon made an appearance and its magnificent silver light drowned out the sun.
The train chugged to a halt. They had arrived. Draco stood and made his way to try and attempt to leave the train. An almost impossible task, with the endless torrent of students bustling past and pushing to get off. Draco felt himself being pulled along, a fish caught in a current. As he caught a whiff of the fresh countryside and he breathed deeply, but soon his breath was completely taken away. He had caught of his new school, his new home.
Hogwarts was probably one of the most beautiful things Draco had ever seen, the moon was sneaking up behind it making it look, if possible, even more stunning. It was enormous, with towers rising up high into the sky and bridges connecting them, all lit up with an assertion of colours. There was a huge lake placed directly in front of it, the occasional giant squid made a desperate leap of the black water. But his view was interrupted by a giant of man standing in front of him gesturing at all the knew beginners to follow him. Draco scoffed, this must have been the oaf, Hagrid, his parents had told him about. But nonetheless he followed.
As he trotted along, whispers were being passed through the students like wild fire. All about one boy. Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Draco knew the story about him well, his father being a dedicated follower to the man that the boy had unknowingly defeated. He knew that he should despise Harry, loathe him even before Draco had met him. But he couldn't help but be curious, as he searched through the bobbing heads of students. Someone tapped his shoulder, he flicked his head around. Crabbe and Goyle, the mindless goonies that were dedicated to be at Draco's beck and call. He sighed.
The first years hopped into small boats that swayed in the water, he pushed his way to the front and jumped in. Where he could get a full view of the castle, his breath was stolen just by the sight of it. Thats probably the only way to describe it. Crabbe and Goyle lumbered into the boat after him and the boat started to make its way over the small ripples in the lake. The boats were driven by some unknown thing, they all made their way across to a large entrance way merged into the rock, hidden underneath the castle.
The bottom of the boat scraped against the rocky ground, Draco's boat had finally landed on the other side. He stumbled out and looked at the cave in awe. It was filled with a mystical golden light with a buzz in the air. The buzz, Draco realised, was the amount of magic the cavern was filed with. He pushed his way the front of the group, where crouched a grumpy looking man. His greasy hair lay in strings across his head. He gave them a cruel sort of smile as though they were walking into his torture chamber. Draco grimaced. He led them up a large passageway and into a great room, filled with yellow torchlight.
The roof was high above them in great arches, the room was made of a sandy coloured stone, which illuminated in the light. Draco was used to living in luxury but this was something else.
Standing perched upon the top step was a stern looking lady. She looked like the kind of person you would never want to cross. She was wearing casual wizard clothes and a pointed black hat. She looked at the students over her large pointed nose, she introduced herself quickly and ordered them to remain there while she dashed off somewhere.
Murmurs broke out almost immediately, Draco was leaning slumped against the stone railing. He watched the scene amused. Crabbe and Goyle were waiting on the step bellow him waiting for his orders. He motioned them to follow, he swaggered over to the top of the staircase. There, immersed in-between other students he saw Potter. He knew almost immediately that it was him. His red lightening bolt shaped scar was visible in his messy black hair.
"So its true, is it. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
Harry looked up at him, brilliant green eyes flashing up at him. Draco looked at his companions. Draco was almost blinded by the fiery red hair of his companion to the left, he sneered. A Weasley, father had told him about them as well. The large family that basically lived in slumps from lack of money, and associated with muggles. Draco hated him already. Weasley's face was scrunched up in hatred, obviously he already knew of the Malfoy family. To Harry's right was a small bushy haired girl, it was hard to find her face in all that mop of mousy brown tousled hair. When he did he lost his breath for the second time this night. She was stunning, but Draco quickly shook it off.
"Hanging out with a Weasley, obviously you need help choosing some right company." Draco held out his hand, "I can help you there."
He stared for a few moments at my outstretched hand.
"I think I can decide my friends for myself thank you very much." He turned back to his weasley friend, and people patted him on the back.
Draco tried not to make the hurt evident on his face. But he didn't have time to react fully to the rejection before Professor Magonagall strided over to the group.
"You can come in now."
They waltzed through the gigantic metal doors, there were four long tables lined with students. At the back of the room was a large table strewn out, with a row of what must have been the professors. There were numerous gasps from the people around could have only being looking at the ceiling. Floating throughout the room were burning candles, and even above that was what should've been the roof. Instead it was the night sky. Countless stars, in constellations made up of an array of glorious colours. All sorts of violet, light pinks, turquoise and deep dark blues and purples. At home every evening Draco would sneak off outside and peer up at the sky, but the sky there was no way as beautiful as this. He heard someone behind him momentarily speaking, 'its enchanted the sky, I read about it in Hogwarts a history'. He flashed a quick peek at the speaker. It was the girl Harry had been standing with, Draco rolled his eyes.
He stood there, anxiously swapping his weight around from leg to leg. Professor Magonagoll called out his name, Draco tried to put on a brave face but inside he felt ill. As he climbed the stairs to face everybody she placed a hat onto his head. But with barely anytime at all, it screamed out, "SLYTHERIN"
Draco smirked, but secretly he could feel the disappointment. He had always admired the Gryffindors, he strutted off towards the long table lined with students wearing the Slytherin colours: green and silver.