~Oops, I forgot a disclaimer. What a shame...
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Chapter 2
-Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the cooridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
-Harry bought three of everything, while Ron and Taylor bought nothing. Ron took out a package of sandwitches.
"She always forgets I don't like cornbeef." Ron said, opening a sandwitch.
"Have some of these then," Harry pointed towards his pile. "I have plenty."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked.
"Yup, you too Taylor."
"Thanks," Taylor said as she grabbed a chocolate frog.
-The compartment door slid open and three boys entered.
"Is it true?" A pale boy asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
-Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Taylor on the other hand started to laugh uncontrollably.
-Malfoy turned towards Ron first.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weaslys have red hair, freckles, and more children then they can afford." He then turned towards Taylor who had calmed down a bit. "What are you laughing at mudblood?"
-Ron gasped, but Taylor smirked. "Mudblood eh? Well this 'mudblood' wishes you to get your slimey git self out of this compartment."
-Malfoy turned back towards Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
-He then held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said cooly.
-Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," He said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer yuo'll got the same was as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hang around with riffraff like Weasly and that mudblood, it will rub off on you."
-Both Harry and Ron started to stand up, Taylor however, had other ideas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ****Please review if you wish me to continue.
-Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the cooridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"
-Harry bought three of everything, while Ron and Taylor bought nothing. Ron took out a package of sandwitches.
"She always forgets I don't like cornbeef." Ron said, opening a sandwitch.
"Have some of these then," Harry pointed towards his pile. "I have plenty."
"Are you sure?" Ron asked.
"Yup, you too Taylor."
"Thanks," Taylor said as she grabbed a chocolate frog.
-The compartment door slid open and three boys entered.
"Is it true?" A pale boy asked. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
-Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Taylor on the other hand started to laugh uncontrollably.
-Malfoy turned towards Ron first.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weaslys have red hair, freckles, and more children then they can afford." He then turned towards Taylor who had calmed down a bit. "What are you laughing at mudblood?"
-Ron gasped, but Taylor smirked. "Mudblood eh? Well this 'mudblood' wishes you to get your slimey git self out of this compartment."
-Malfoy turned back towards Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
-He then held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said cooly.
-Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks.
"I'd be careful if I were you Potter," He said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer yuo'll got the same was as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hang around with riffraff like Weasly and that mudblood, it will rub off on you."
-Both Harry and Ron started to stand up, Taylor however, had other ideas. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ****Please review if you wish me to continue.