Draco Malfoy was up in his room nearly as soon as Snape had stopped talking. He opened his trunk, just to pull out a piece of fine parchment, and a quill and ink.
Dear Father,
I have arrived at Hogwarts soundly. As was expected, I have been sorted into Slytherin, so you may tell Mother to pack the blue sweaters away.
You asked for a report on Harry Potter, and I do believe you shall be quite surprised at my tale.
Apparently, I had already met him in Diagon Alley. He managed to misuse his manners in such a way that despite spending the entire train ride with him, I did not actually catch his name. I would have enjoyed such a sense of humor, were it not pointed in my own direction. At one point, Harry Potter was on top of the train itself (luckily, while the train wasn't moving, otherwise the Wiesgamot would be short another Heir!).
I don't think you need to worry about Heir Potter, for good or bad. He's been sorted into House Hufflepuff, and we all know who goes there.
Your son,
Draco Malfoy
Draco smiled and sealed the envelope, asking for some directions before heading up to the owlry. It wasn't too late, so Draco wandered the top floors for a bit before heading downstairs. He wasn't surprised to see mostly upperclassmen 'reuniting' - ugh. Draco hated mushy stuff.
[a/n: your daily reminder: Draco's eleven.
I suppose Draco might have been pissed at Harry, had he not just decided to write him off as a duffer.
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