"I know who you are. Everyone among us Pure Bloods know who you are," replies Draco, his eyes are now back at the scenery outside the window.
"Who am I then?" asks Harry, genuinely curious over the event that is now taking place in his compartment.
"You're a Potter."
"Thank you for the information. I was always wondering who I truly am."
Draco gives a quick glare at Harry before he looks away, again. "My father told me not to make friend with you lot."
"You lot? Ouch." Harry nods with a somber face; however, in the inside, he is laughing and finds the boy amusing. "Does your old man always speak like that?"
Draco startles at the word "old man" and continues to glare at Harry. "My father is a great man. I would be a fool not to listen to him."
Harry stares directly at Draco, in hope his new found friend would look at him back, but Harry knows when he sees a lost cause. He sits right up and shifts all his weight forward, so he could have a look at Draco closer. "I don't want to be rude-"
"You're being rude," Draco sharply cuts in while looking at the sky outside the window.
"-and that is rude," says Harry calmly. "Continue on. Anyway, what I wanted to ask was how can your father be a great man when he advises you to dislike someone before you even get to know that person? And when I say that person I really mean me." He cocks his eyebrows at Draco who is now staring at him back.
Draco pauses for a good minute before he opens his mouth to say, "My father says that your father is a bad news to our community."
"By community… you mean the Pure Bloods?"
"What else could it mean? Unless you are not actually Pure Blood?" Draco rolls his eyes, "Which I don't find it alarming."
"I thought you are against rudeness?" Harry laughs lightly before he continues, "Then, tell me. What has my father did to the community to earn him the title as 'bad news'?" In an instant, Harry believes that Draco has become annoyed by his presence as it is now written clearly across that pale, pointed face. Draco keeps on scowling at Harry, making Harry feels like he has earned the "bad news" title to himself by now.
"Was that too much to ask?" Harry politely asks with a timid smile.
"Don't you even know about your old man?"
"What? Of course I do. He is my best mate if not a sly one. But just like you about my family, he doesn't speak much of the community, or as far as I'm concerned, he never refer our community as Pure Blood-only memberships."
Draco prefers to enjoy the scenery out the window more than to entertain Harry's curiosity as it seems now; however, that doesn't break Harry's spirit since he knows Draco is only misunderstood him and his family instead of actually disliking him. Harry tries to break the ice once again, "Is that it?"
Draco glances at Harry. "What is it?"
"Is that it? Is that why they call my father as 'bad news'? All because he doesn't see his Pure Blood status as something to be proud of, unlike others? Have I cracked the case yet?" Harry grins triumphantly, which causes Draco to looks away in annoyance. Harry lets out a soft chuckle when his eyes caught a glimpse sight of a long red hair right outside his compartment, bouncing out of the frame in mere seconds.
"Perhaps?" he hears Draco's reply after a long pause, bringing Harry back to the reality within the compartment.
Harry smiles, giving a light kick at Draco's black shoe, Draco swiftly stares angrily at Harry, who continues to smile at the white blond boy. "What?!" exclaims Draco in anger; Harry's grin becomes wider instead of fading away.
"You know? The issue at hand, about Pure Bloods disliking my family, is between my father and your father and the rest of the Pure Bloods," Harry explains, "This is the very first time I've met you, so wouldn't it be too harsh to treat me the same way? We both do have nothing in this matter."
It seems Draco is buying his explanation since the muscles on his pale face start to relax, and eventually, even his gaze becomes much calmer than the past hour. "I guess it would be foolish of me to hate a fellow Pure Blood." Draco holds out his hand, and with a slight smile he says, "Draco. Draco Malfoy." Harry couldn't be much happier but to take that hand and shakes it keenly.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter. Let's be friends then."