I say goodbye to my son, and he walks towards the train. He reaches the door at the same time as a blonde boy that seem strangely familiar. He has a pointed face and gray eyes. He looks like Draco Malfoy. My son is conversing with Draco Malfoys son. They smile at each other, before shaking hands and helping the other with his trunk. They board the train together, and I can see them sitting down in a empty compartment. Together.
I swallow. Could Draco and I have had something like that? Could we have been friends, and go through everything together? Could I've gotten away from Dumbledores manipulations and avoided befriending Ron and Hermione, who it turned out had been payed by the Headmaster?
I glance to the side, to see Draco watching me nervously beside his wife, Astoria Greengrass.
"I'll be back in a moment, Gin", I say to Ginny and peck her on the cheek before walking towards my former archenemy.
It looks like he let's out a sight of relief before he starts to walk as well. We stop a few feet from each other, both smiling nervously. I can feel Ginny watching me from behind, and Astoria is standing with tilted head, doing a impression of a goldfish.
I stretches out my hand, and say as snobby as I can;
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Malfoy. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Draco lets out a giggle, and says coolly;
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks", before clasping my hand and shaking it firmly.
Fin.