A/N: A drabble based on Harry and Malfoy's meeting on the train in book 1.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

The Wrong Sort

There's something about Malfoy. Something about the way he talks, what he talks about, that makes me want to stay away from him. Ever since our first meeting in Madam Malkin's, I knew he wasn't the sort I wanted to be associating with. All his talk about being in Slytherin, the ease with which he put down other houses…it unnerved me.

So when I saw him on the train, when he said he could help me figure out who the wrong sort of wizards to associate with were, I found I'd formed my response awhile before.

He's the wrong sort.