Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Harry Potter series. That credit goes to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling. Go Jo! I also do not own some of the material used. Again that belongs to Jo and Warner Brothers.
MINERDUDE: To answer your question… You won't be hearing anymore from Ginny. This is story is based around their first year. Who knows… if I get more ideas, I might make a sequel. I can't say anymore without giving the story away.
Chapter 2 Meeting
Ron and Draco watched in silence as the sliding door opened. It seemed to take forever. Ron glanced over at Draco, whose eyes never left the compartment door.
"Can we help you," Draco asked.
Ron turned and caught sight of the kid. The boy standing in front of them had messy black hair, glasses, and a scar on his forehead that looked like a lightening bolt.
"Sorry to bother you, but have either of you seen a toad? Some kid in my compartment named Neville won't stop crying over it," the boy said.
He looked down and pulled his bangs straight to cover his scar when he noticed Ron just staring at it.
"No, we haven't," Ron said after realizing way the boy was looking so nervous.
Draco was just watching the conversation in shock. Surely Ron must know who this boy in front of them was, right?
"Thanks anything," the boy said.
Draco began shaking his head as the boy turned to leave.
"Hey, you're Harry Potter, aren't you," he asked.
The boy sighed and began messing with his hair as he turned back.
"Er… yea," he said.
Ron's eyes grew. This is him? This was the boy that he was supposed to bring to the Dark Lord? Harry sighed and looked down. Apparently he had been a lot of this this getting on the train. Harry looked back up as Draco stood up and extended his hand.
"The name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," Draco said.
Not really knowing way he was doing it, Harry smiled and took his hand.
"And this is…" Draco began before Ron shot up and also extended his hand.
"Ron Weasley. Nice to meet you," Ron smiled.
Harry nodded and shook his hand.
"Like wise," he said.
Draco then took notice that Harry was in his school robes.
"Why are you already wearing your robes," he asked.
Harry looked down, took hold of a piece of his robes, and laughed.
"Oh, the girl in my compartment wouldn't stop bugging me about it until I changed. Anyway, thanks again. See you at the castle," he said.
Draco and Ron smiled and waved as they sat back down.
"Yeah, see you," Ron said.
Draco began laughing as the compartment door closed. Ron, however, was still staring out of it.
"Honestly, who brings a toad anymore," Draco asked, still laughing.
Ron sighed and looked down.
"Better that than this old rat," he said.
Ron pulled out a rat from his jacket and placed it on his lap.
"Scabbers looks like he's going to die any minute now," Draco said.
Ron shrugged and looked down at the rat.
"Maybe he will. Then I might be able to get an owl," he said.
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Ron, Draco, and most of the other first years had smiled on their faces as they entered the castle. They all stopped at the foot of the staircase were a woman wearing emerald robes with her hair pulled back in a tight bun was waiting for them.
"Good evening. I'm Professor McGonagall, your Transfiguration teacher," she said.
Draco leaned closer into Ron.
"She looks pretty strict to me," he whispered.
Ron nodded without looking at Draco. He was scared he'd get snapped at if his eyes faltered anywhere else.
"Yeah, she does," Ron said.
She cleared her throat and began talking again.
"Now, if you follow me, it's time for you to be sorted," Professor McGonagall said.
They all followed her into the Great Hall. Draco's eyes grew as he looked up at the ceiling. He tapped Ron on the shoulder and pointed up.
"Hey, look up at the ceiling," Draco said.
His finger was still in the air as Ron looked up.
"Oh, wow," Ron said.
Candles were floating in the air with no support. Professor McGonagall stopped and turned around. The first years were getting on their tip-toes to get a better look at the hat that was waiting for them on a stool.
"Now, when I call your name, you will come there, and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head," Professor McGonagall said.
Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"That hat looks really old," he said.
Professor McGonagall then began calling names. Ron and Draco, who thought it boring just watching people getting sorted, were too busy talking that time seemed to be going by fast.
"Granger, Hermione," Professor McGonagall called.
A girl with very bushy brown hair walked up. Draco and Ron turned to watch.
"GRYFFINDOR," the hat yelled.
Hermione quickly looked away and headed for the Gryffindor table as her and Ron's eyes met. Ron became nervous as he looked down. He didn't notice Draco leaning in.
"Too bad she's in Gryffindor," he whispered.
Ron was thinking so hard he had hardly heard Draco.
"What? Oh… yeah," he sighed.
"Malfoy, Draco," Professor McGonagall yelled.
Draoc winked at Ron and made his way to the stool.
"SLYTHERIN," the hat yelled before it even hit Draco's head.
Draco glanced over at Ron, who was smiling and clapping. Ron suddenly got the feeling he was being looked at. He also got the feeling that that person was Harry. Sure enough, Ron caught Harry's gaze.
"Potter, Harry," Professor McGonagall called.
Ron turned and sighed as Harry walked up to the stool and sat down, trying not to look at Ron.
"GRYFFINDOR," the hat yelled.
Harry smiled and joined Hermione at the table. Ron spent most of the rest of the sorting with his head down and waited.
"Weasley, Ronald," Professor McGonagall finally called.
Without looking around, Ron walked slowly up to the stool and closed his eyes as Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his head.
"Interesting, you are. You are conflicted my boy. You long for one house when you know you should be in another. And that's where I come in. SLYTHERIN," the hat yelled.
Ron caught a glance at the Gryffindor table before joining Draco, and he saw that Hermione's face had fallen. He turned, not wanting to see the look on Harry's face.
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Ron fell to his bed in the boys' dormitory room as Draco sat on his. They were the only ones in their so far.
"He hates me," Ron said.
Draco gave him a confused look as he watched Ron's head hit his pillow.
"What are you talking about? Who hates you," he asked.
Ron sighed as he leaned up and supported himself on his elbows.
"Harry Potter," he said.
"Why you say that," Draco asked.
Ron looked away as he remembered how Harry had looked at him in the Great Hall.
"You didn't see the look on his face after realizing that we were both in Slytherin," he said.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, yawned, and lay down.
"Use the girl to get to him then," he said.
Ron's eyes leveled as he too yawned and lay down.
"Granger," he asked.
Ron then remembered how she looked as though she really didn't want anything to do with him.
"Yes. Convince her that you're not the average Slytherin, and let her be the one to convince Potter," Draco said.
Ron didn't answer. He was too tired to continue the conversation.
AN:
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