"Platform 9 ¾? I don't know where that is… Hagrid?" Dudley looked around and was sad to see that he had no idea how we was going to find the platform. Suddenly a woman with bright red hair, followed by a gaggle of children, passed, shouting about how the place was crowded with muggles, just in case any new wizard kid needed her help to find the platform. It really was quite helpful of her.
"Platform 9 ¾ this way!" she shouted, and Dudley took the hint and followed her. Unfortunately the people looked a bit grubby so he decided to just observe and see how they got onto the platform, rather than actually talk to them. Sneaky again. He clapped his hands a bit, delighted with his sneakiness.
After watching the group of people walk through the barrier he decided to try and do it too, and found himself soon facing the Hogwarts express. He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling a little bit nervous and boarded the train.
"Mind if I sit here?" Dudley asked, looking at a boy with pale blond hair. Dudley guessed that this stranger might be almost as spoiled as he was. Spoiled people had an air about them.
"Why would I sit with you?" the boy asked.
"Cause I need to sit down…" Dudley said. He was beginning to doubt himself. Maybe this kid was actually more spoiled than him.
He stood there, staring dumbly into the compartment.
"I guess you can sit with Crabbe and Goyle," Malfoy said. It wouldn't hurt to have another big friend. They had many good things about them, even if their lack of intelligence sometimes slowed them down. They made good bodyguards and they laughed at his jokes.
As Dudley wedged himself between the wall and a boy with long, gorilla-ish arms the blonde kid smoothly stated, "By the way, the names Draco Malfoy,"
"Oh. Uh, I'm D…Harry. Potter. Yeah. That's me. Harry Potter." He nodded and adjusted his fake glasses.
"You are? Really?" Malfoy smirked. "You don't say, you don't say."
"Oh I do say. I really do," said Dudley.
"Well then…"
Malfoy had to think about this one. Harry Potter was famous, was he not? Malfoy knew there was something bad about him though, something his parents wouldn't like. But at the same time, wouldn't being Harry Potter's friend elevate his social status? Except…this kid seemed really stupid.
"Chocolate frog, chocolate frog," Dudley sang as he opened one he'd just purchased from the trolley lady. But as the enchanted sweet hopped away Dudley jumped up. "What? I've been ripped off!" he shouted. "I want a new one! Get me a new one!" his face was turning red.
"Who are you yelling at?" Draco said, blinking at Dudley. "Just sit down, they feel slimy in your throat anyway!" Yes, Draco was going to have to think a lot about what to do with this kid. He turned his face toward the window and rolled his eyes.
A/N: We'll visit Harry back at the Dursley's next chapter, ok? I was going to do it this time but obviously not. Heehee. Anyway…Draco is fun, right?