Meeting Harry Potter
Adrastea POV
I quickly took myself gracefully away from Draco's grasp and put my hat on my head.
"You shouldn't be hugging people you don't know, Malfoy." I heard the girl say. But before Draco could even open his mouth to retort back (something I knew he did often) I saved him from embarrassing him (or myself) any further.
"Sorry to interrupt, miss, but I do know him. I have known him since he was two years old." I told her. The red head boy next to her was looking in D's direction, with a loathing look on his face.
I then realised who they were, the ones that Draco called Potty (Harry Potter), Weasel King or Blood-Traitor (Ronald Weasley) and Mud-blood or Know-It-All (Hermione Granger).
I still didn't like Draco calling anybody 'mud-blood' or 'blood-traitor' (my brother married a muggle girl, she was very kind, but my parents loathed her and for that he was blasted off of our family tree), but it was the way he (Draco) was brought up, by a Death Eater and his wife (who was a very kind lady).
"Well that's nice." Harry Potter said, looking fairly uncomfortable.
Draco gave a slight nod in the trio's direction and he started to lead me off in another direction. I followed him until the trio were out of sight.
"Ok Draco, tell me what that was all about, and don't make me curse you. I know some fairly good curses now." I said, turning him around (which was a little bit difficult, because of the fact that he weighs a bit more than I do).
"Well, just to tell you straight, we hate each other. The loathing goes deeper than hate, fair enough?" he explained. I nodded, it was the same between Fleur Delacour's younger sister (who's much, much younger), Gabrielle and me. I don't know what it is, but I think that it has to do with the fact that Fleur sort of took me in under her wing when I first started at Beauxbatons.
As Draco had figured out, I hadn't really needed to relieve myself (also known as going to the toilets) and we headed off into the direction of the Hogwarts Great Hall.