Magic
His father always said that they purer blood the better. Draco could name all of the pureblood families and who to associate with in those families. The first day at Hogwarts, he could pick out the purebloods out of the crowd. He knew what kind of money they had, whether too little or more than him. Who was smart in his classes? Who had manners and... Well, anything that his father could teach him at a young age.
Now at 11 years old and it was only there first year of Hogwarts and Draco couldn't help it. He was already bragging and not leaving a very good impression on his fellow classmates. The one thing his father asked of him was to stay on his best behavior during his Hogwarts days. Draco could very well tell his father what the fight was about and Lucius would be okay. Then his father would be pleased once more. Only his fellow pureblood housemates seemed to understand his outburst in the common room. Something had set him off, especially when everybody was describing their home lives. What were they going to miss at home? What they weren't going to miss?
Everyone in the small class of 1991 sat around the fire. The lake had filled the room a green color as they saw some fish swim by. Older students were studying schedules, friends were talking, and some planning to get into the kitchens. The first years were gathered around the fire just getting to know each other. Their class was particularly small, because of the first war.
Somehow one of the girls had gotten all of them hot chocolate from somewhere. How, Draco didn't ask because of those two girls. It was those two girls that had set him off. Millicent Chasity Bulstrode and Tracey Marissa Davis.
"Know your place," screeched Draco looking at the two half-bloods in the Slytherin house. What they had said wasn't important that made him mad. It was the face that they were in Slytherin of all places. Millicent and Tracey were looking at him with steel in their eyes.
"Hey you!" called out the prefect Gemma Farley a girl that was in her fifth year. It was only he first year as a prefect and Draco could tell. Seeing as she was still older than him, Draco only scowled at the girl. He knew that Farley family was nothing but a group of half-bloods. He gave Bulstrode and Davis a chaste sorry before either girl could just ignore him.
Draco only turned away looking at Crabbe and Goyle who only laughed with him. Millicent had only rolled her eyes before turning back to her book about something uninteresting. Tracey tried hard not to cry, however. Just seeing it gave Draco some kind of satisfaction. They would know their places in this house whether they liked it or not.
The students in his Slytherin class reminded him of a sandwich, there are people on top like a bun. There are people in the middle like the meat and those on the bottom. He was on the top and those two half-bloods were on the bottom. Magic is magic. Magical blood was only in those who were the purest of kinds.
