Chapter Two:

AN: Skipped to Hogwarts because I feel like Diagon Alley is pointless and I'm out of ideas. And sorry it took so bloody long for me to update, my parents surprised me with a trip to America! New York City was awesome, as was Baltimore! I wanted to sightsee so I didn't really want to be on my phone. Anyways here's Amour's POV:

Once we got off the train (which I still couldn't believe we rode an ACTUAL TRAIN from KINGS CROSS STATION!), Hagrid led us over the lake to the GINORMOUS castle which I knew was Hogwarts. As we got inside the "Great Hall" as I heard others call it, a strict looking professor caught our attention.

"The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family at Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room."

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has it's own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Wow she seems really strict. I hope I don't get her as my house professor. I heard she was the captain of the Gryffindor house, so I guess I'm gonna hope not to get that one. I just hope no one sees... you know. I instinctively pulled my long sleeves down over my hands as I think this. A voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"So it's true what they're all saying. The Potters really have come to Hogwarts." A drawling voice says, reminding me of Dudley. Ugh. I subconsciously look at the ground and murmur, "Uhm."

I look up breifly to see a flash of platinum blonde hair and green eyes. I see the boy looking at me weirdly, and I see him glance at my wrists, which are now getting hidden by my sleeves again. I look straight back down.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The voice, I assume comes from the blonde boy, continues. I hear a snicker coming from Harry's new friend, Ron. I couldn't imagine why, I, for one, like Draco's name. Oh! I forgot to mention: I speak Latin, French, and English, just in case you get confused. Draco, in Latin, means dragon. I love it.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. Read hair.. hand me down robes.. You must be a Weasley." Turning you Harry and I he says, "You'll soon find out soon wizarding families are much better than others, Potters. You don't want to go around making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He held out his hand out to me, but I flinched instinctively because he sort of acted like Uncle Vernon before he whipped me. He pulled his hand back slowly, while giving me a weird look, almost as he had understood the reason behind me being skittish. 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," Harry said coolly. Ooooh Draco needs some ice to put on that burn. Sorry, I'm weird. Well, avec l'histoire.