I did not have to strip down, entirely, to dress in my black Hogwarts robes, thankfully, though it was hell to watch Goyle and Crabbe change. They were not the thinnest. I sighed, and straightened my shirt and carefully tied the laces of my black shoes, moving out of the train car as the locomotive chucked to a stop, steam billowing from the gears, watching the rest of the kids shuffle out of the door and onto the sidewalk. I followed, my new droogs in toe, smoothing my hand across my slicked back blond hair, blue eyes shifting around in a casual curiosity, stiffening in shock when the biggest man I've ever seen step forward and wave us over to approach him.
"Ferst years! Ferst years!"
He called, and I wandered over carefully, frowning. He was neither Giant, nor man. Weird.. was he a mixture? Unnatural. I knew my father would scorn, and I nodded softly, wishing I could agree with him. My lips curled into a casual sneer, wandering over with crossed arms to stand near the giant man, and I jerked my head over when I heard two voices exclaim,
"Bloody hell!"
"Hello Hagrid."
The last voice was much smoother, less annoying than the first. I turned my big blue eyes over to see who it was, and a grin tugged to life across my lips. It was that boy. With black hair and glasses. His skin was fair, like mine, and he had gorgeous, almond shaped green eyes. He still seemed weird, but it was natural to be curious.. I was curious. About him. I shifted, planning to approach him, when the giant man boomed brightly,
"Herllo there Harry!"
Harry? My eyes widened, and I gave him a double take again. It couldn't be! Mum had told me stories.. of the grand Harry Potter, who survived the evil that slaughtered his parents, and came back to tell his tale. Show his face. Now I was very interested. The giant man who Harry had called Hagrid led us to rows and rows of boats on the shore of the lake leading to Hogwarts castle, the reflection of the candle light radiating from the windows gleaming in my wonderstruck eyes. Wow.. I climbed into the boat, and it dipped down drastically as Crabbe and Goyle slipped in behind me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance, waving at them in a bored manner, allowing them to row the way up to the castle. I smiled, though it seemed more like a sneer on my lips as the boat pulled into shore on the otherside, myself climbing briskly out of the wooden craft and trotting after the group of kids up toward the castle. We used one of the side entrances. The rest were already crowded with older students. An older woman with a emerald green hat led them up two flights of stairs, onto a platform outside of two large doors.
"Wait here. And be quiet."
She turned, her green robe billowing out behind her as she walked into the doors. I snatched the opportunity, and turned to look at the infamous Harry Potter.
"So, it's true. The great Harry Potter has returned to us."
My voice came out as a snarky sneer, which I had not planned, but I let it lie as the group of new students began to whisper excitedly to one another.
"My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
I said calmly as I moved fluidly over to where he stood.
"Like we wanted to know."
The red headed boy muttered next to him, and I shot him a look as my nostrils flared angrily.
"And I needn't guess who you are. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasely."
The boy looked rather taken a back, and eyed me wearily, and I turned my blue eyes back on my prize, nodding. "Harry, you mustn't go befriending the wrong sort."
I cracked and smile and extended my hand toward him, nodding calmly.
"I can help you there."
Harry looked at my hand, but his remained at his side, and I knit my brows together. What did I did I do? He turned his green gaze on me again, and shrugged.
"I think I find the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
My eyes widened in shock. The nerve! I dropped my mouth to hang open, and the Weasely boy snickered under his breath. My muscles tensed. I'm the wrong sort?! How dare he! He didn't even know me! I curled my upper lip over my teeth to snarl at him, when a wrinkled hand landed on my shoulder, and moved me back into line. The witch with the green hat gave me a stern look, and turned back to everyone with a small nod.
"We are ready for you."