The train slowed to a stop and Draco looked out the window at his home for the next seven years. Excitement bubbled up inside him as he stepped off the train. "Firs' years over here!" He heard someone yell. He turned around and saw a man, bigger than he had ever seen, holding a lantern in the air. Draco made his way toward the man and waited with all of the other first years. He wouldn't tell anyone but he had never been more excited for anything. "Firs' years in the boats." said the dragon. Draco climbed into the boat with Crabbe and Goyle and had the feeling that someone was watching him. He turned and locked eyes with the bushy haired girl he ran into on the train. She seemed so familiar but at the same time he couldn't put his finger on the feeling that he knew her. She looked away from him and he shook his head. He looked across the lake up at the castle and a small smile spread across his face.
When they got to the castle Draco searched for the boy everyone was talking about. When he found him he was standing between a redhead and the girl he ran into on the train. "Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley. I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy." he held out his hand to the raven haired boy and was slightly disappointed when the boy only stared at him. "You don't want to go sorting yourself with the people here Potter."
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thank you." Draco stood stunned for a second with a sneer on his face. He turned his back and walked into the hall. As McGonagall read the names off for sorting Draco looked around the hall and his eyes landed once again on the girl from the train. He couldn't get over how familiar she seemed to him.
"Granger, Hermione." The girl walked up to the front of the hall and Draco stood rooted in his place. Hermione, Hermione, that name. He saw the little girl from the library and was stunned. Could this be the same girl?
"Gryiffindor!" The hat called out. Draco was still too stunned to realize that Hermione was looking at him as she walked to the Gryffindor table.
"Malfoy, Draco." He walked up to the stool and whispered "Slytherin, please put me in Slytherin" over and over again. The hat barely touched his head before it called out "Slytherin!" relief flooded Draco. He could write to his parents now and not have to worry about what would happen to him on their first break.
"Potter, Harry." The hall fell silent as everyone watched the raven haired boy approach the stool. The hat took longer on Potter than it did anyone else and it almost seemed the two were talking to each other. The hat finally called out Gryffindor and the lions burst in cheers as the Boy Who Lived approached their table.
The first few weeks of class were uneventful for Draco as they approached Halloween. At the feast Halloween night Draco heard rumors of a troll that had been let loose in the castle. He wasn't sure why but he looked around the hall and spotted Potter and Weasley at the Gryffindor table. He searched the rest of the table and when he didn't see the bushy haired girl that had haunted him lately a sense of dread pooled in his stomach. He continued to eat his dinner with frantic eyes and when he saw Potter and Weasley jump up from the table and run from the Great Hall he quickly made his way out behind them.