On the day he had to leave for Hogwarts, Draco's father gave a curt goodbye, and a reminder to hold up his family's name.
Since he was one of the first on the train, Draco was able to have some alone time to himself. Eventually Crabbe and Goyle came into his apartment and sat silently, practically talking through grunts. Draco couldn't fathom how his father thought these two idiots would ever be able to protect him.
Bored with reading his school books, the young wizard and his goons decided to try and find Harry Potter.
If you asked Steven Universe how his day was, he would say it was pretty magical so far. His Dad, Pearl, Garnet, and Amethyst got to the Kings Cross Station. After a few minutes of trying to figure out how to get to Platform 9 3/4, the Gems and Steven's dad said their goodbyes in their own, unique ways.
"Ya know stu-ball, if someone told me eleven years ago that I would fall in love with a giant, magical woman and our son would become a wizard, I'd only believe the first part." Said Steven's dad, Greg, with a wink.
Steven's eyes filled with tears. "D-dad, I'll miss you…" Determination filling him, Steven wiped his tears away, but more spilled out when Pearl hugged him.
"O-oh Steven!" She cried out. Pearl and Steven just cried as they hugged each other. Next up was Amethyst, who had a couple of tears in her eyes, but they were clearly from joy if her smile said anything.
"Ste-man! Dude, when you get back, you're gonna have to teach me some of that magic biz you're gonna learn at that fancy-smancy school." The two hugged and when they were done, Steven turned to Garnet.
"Steven," said Garnet as she cracked a small smile. "Have a good school year."
Having said his goodbyes, Steven waved goodbye as he boarded the train. "Okay, now I just need to find a compartment." Nodding to himself in determination, Steven went off to do just that.
Everywhere he looked however, it seemed as if every compartment was full until he came across one with a redhead and a black-haired boy with a scar. "Hey, is it okay if I sit here with you guys? I can't find a compartment that's not full."
The redhead seemed ready to protest, but the boy with the scar smiled and nodded. Steven smiled as he sat next to the black-haired boy. "Hi there! I'm Steven, what's your name?"
The redhead introduced himself. "I'm Ron Weasley."
The boy with the scar seemed to think something over for a moment. "I'm Harry...Potter."
"Nice to meet you Ron and Harry!" Said Steven. He noticed Harry looked somewhat surprised for some reason, but he didn't question it. For a little bit everyone just kinda talked, and ate some of the candy that had been on the table when Steven got there.
"So, are you from the States or what?" Asked Ron.
"Yeah, honestly, I was kind of wondering that too, with your accent and all. Hope you don't mind us asking." Said Harry.
"Oh, I don't mind. Yeah, I'm from America. I asked the nice woman, Professor McGonagall, why I was going to learn at Hogwarts instead of the place in America, but she said that she didn't really know. Oh, I'm just so excited to go to a real-life school!"
Ron didn't bat an eye at the last statement, but Harry did. "Wait, did you not go to school or something?"
Steven shrugged. "Kind of. I didn't even knew what a school was until Professor McGonagall told me."
"How did you learn anything then?" Asked Harry.
"Oh, well, I was sort of homeschooled, I mean I think that's the right term. The people who taught me were the G-" Steven stopped when a familiar, haughty voice entered the room. Everyone turned towards the blonde. Harry with confusion, Ron with dislike, while Steven simply smiled.
"So it's true, then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts-"
"Hi Draco!" The young Gem waved at the blonde, now revealed to be Draco. All the blonde did in response was pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he silently muttered curses under his breath. Crabbe and Goyle just stood there dumbly while the whole scene played out.
Ron turned to Steven in bewilderment. "Wait, how do you know Malfoy?"
Shrugging, Steven said, "I met him when I was getting my robe. He seemed nice, so I decided to talk to him!" Turning back towards Draco, the young Gem decided to pick up the conversation. "So Draco, wanna sit here with us?'
"Wh-what?! Why would I want to sit with a filthy mud-" Before he really had a chance to say something that he would regret, Steven dragged him over into their booth. Now with Draco sitting by Harry and Steven by Ron, everything was a bit awkward.
So awkward in fact, Steven tried to break the ice. "So… does anyone here like music?"
"What?" Asked everyone except for Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing by the compartment door and staring blankly.
"Yeah, music! When we get to Hogwarts, I can sing us a song with my ukulele!"
With that, Draco stood up. "While this past minute has been...interesting, I'd better take my leave now. Oh, and Potter?"
"Uh, yes?" Harry replied, nervously.
"I don't think I could stand to be friends with someone who associates with weasels." With that obviously snide remark, Draco snapped his fingers. "Crabbe, Goyle, follow me."
Harry and Steven had to hold Ron back, who was extremely insulted by Draco's statement. "What's that supposed to mean? Too bloody scared of me are you?!"
After a few minutes of calming Ron down, the trio discussed what happened. "Don't worry Ron, Malfoy's just a prat." Said Harry.
"Uh, guys?" Said Steven with a small frown. "I'm not sure if Draco has any...friends. I mean, he has Crabbe and Goyle, but I don't think they're friends with him."
Ron scoffed. "So? Malfoys are a bad sort. My dad always tells me stories about how horrible Lucious is, which is Malfoy's dad."
Steven looked conflicted for a moment, but then quickly grew a smile as he got an idea. "Harry, Ron, I just had the best idea ever!" Before anything else could be said, Steven ran out of the compartment after Draco.
Since he left Harry, Ron, and Steven, Draco had asked Crabbe and Goyle to go do something else. The two were annoying him with their stupidity and he wanted some alone time.
Back in his compartment, Draco was just sitting there, enjoying the silence when there was a knock at the door. Choosing to ignore it, he quickly got annoyed when the tapping on the door wouldn't stop.
Stomping his way to the door, a seething Draco yanked it open. "What is it that you want, you two ar-"
He stopped when he noticed it wasn't Crabbe or Goyle, but Steven. He didn't quite know if this was better or worse than Crabbe and Goyle returning.
"Let's be friends!"
'Worse. This is so much worse.'
Despite his hope that the look on his face would turn Steven away, as it usually worked with other people, the smiling boy just walked inside his compartment and sat down at the booth.
Grumbling, Draco sat down in his original seat, which was directly across from Steven. "Do you have any friends?" Asked Steven.
This caught Draco slightly off guard, but he kept his composure. "No, and I don't need any."
Steven's smile grew bigger, which irritated the blonde even further. "Of course you do, silly! Everybody needs a friend, even if they don't want one. So, I've decided that I'll be yours! I mean, if you want me too…"
Seeing as it wouldn't be likely that he would get out of this mess, Draco just sighed. "Sure, you can be my…'friend'."
"Yay!" Before the blonde could do anything, Steven was hugging him. He practically had to wrestle him off for the boy to go back to his seat. "By the way, what's a Hufflepuff? I asked someone in the hallway if they had seen you, and they asked why. I told them I was going to ask you to be my friend, but they said I was 'such a Hufflepuff'."
With this tidbit of information, Draco explained the Hogwarts Houses. That day, Steven learned that Ravenclaw is for bookworms and smart people, everyone in Gryffindor had a hero complex, Hufflepuff was for loyal, friendly, and hardworking people, and that Slytherin was for only the most ambitious and cunning people out there, and the best house out of all of them.
After that, Draco asked Steven a question. "Let me guess, you're a mudblood? A muggle?"
"I don't know what either of those mean, but I'm only half magic. My dad's a human and isn't a wizard, but my mom was a Gem." Said Steven, lifting up his robe and shirt. Both Draco and Steven had put their robes on before getting on the train. Leaning forward, Draco was not expecting to see an actual gemstone in the boy's chubby stomach.
"W-wait, s-so you're only half-human?" Suddenly Draco felt very scared. His father told him terrifying stories about hybrids, wizards and witches that were only half-human. The big oaf, Hagrid, was one of them.
Not noticing the fear that was in Draco's voice, Steven nodded. "Yeah, but my gem doesn't really do anything. It kind of just sits there. Dad and the Gems say that I'll get powers one day, but sometimes I feel like they're just trying to make me feel better."
With that information, Draco was feeling like an idiot for thinking the stocky boy across from him could actually be dangerous. So, Draco tried his best to understand who, or what, he was talking to. "So you're a mudblood and a half-breed?"
"I mean, I guess? I don't know what a mudblood is, but I guess it means my dad and Mom weren't wizards?" Steven said, shrugging obliviously.
Before Draco could make a snide remark, like at the robe shop, he was stopped, this time by the train stopping. Taking the chance, Draco rushed out of the compartment and outside the train. There he heard Hargrid. "Firs' years! First years over here!"
Following the crowd of students, Draco finally made it to the lake, where the boats were. Walking up to the boats they were supposed to get into so they could get to Hogwarts, Draco took a deep breath, happy that he had lost his new 'friend'. Then he felt someone else get into the boat.
Looking up at the person, and then looking down while pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, he saw the person he would like to never see again. "Wow, I didn't know you could run so fast!" Said Steven.
When they felt the boats start to move, they sat together in silence, which was a welcome relief to the blonde. However that silence soon turned into awe when Draco saw Hogwarts. The giant majesty of the castle was beautiful, and the night sky, so full of stars, made everything just feel truly...magical.
"Isn't this amazing? I can't believe we're going to be learning actual magic here, as friends." Said Steven, doing the impossible once again as his eyes filled with stars.
For once, Draco didn't mind that the boy had called them friends. Because at that moment, he felt that his dream was coming true. That he could prove to his father that he would become a great wizard.
They were carried through a dark tunnel, when the boats bumped up against the makeshift dock, which was made out of rocks and pebbles. Draco and Steven stepped out, following everyone and Hagrid once more.
They went through a passageway, following the light from Hagrid's lamp, until they were at the castle. Walking up the stone steps, everyone stopped at a large door. Hagrid said something, which Draco ignored, and watched as the half-giant knocked on the door a few times.
It opened to reveal Professor McGonagall, whom Draco didn't necessarily like, but he respected her nonetheless. She may have been a Gryffindor, but she was also smart and slightly cunning, traits usually not seen in Gryffindors.
It wasn't too long until they were taken up to an empty room with the Professor. Draco wasn't really listening, he knew all of this stuff, but it was hard to listen anyways when the half-human boy next to him was practically shaking from either nervousness or excitement.
Soon, he heard people scream behind him, and Draco and Steven turned around to see ghosts floating above them. Trying and somewhat both failing and succeeding to pretend he didn't think this was cool, Draco looked over and saw Steven smiling broadly as he looked at the ghosts, stars in his eyes.
He couldn't stop the question that came out of his mouth. "How in the bloody hell do you do that?"
"Draco, language! But, uh, do what?"
"The thing, with your eyes. Stars appear in your eyes, which isn't physically possible!" Draco whisper-shouted.
Steven's expression turned into one of understanding. "Ooooooh, that. Well, my dad can do it for some reason, and I heard my mom could, so I guess it's genetics?"
Professor McGonagall came back before Draco could question Steven. "Now, form a line, and follow me." Doing exactly that, with Steven behind him, Draco and the other students walked out of the chamber, crossed the hall, and went through some double doors.
Filled with excitement, and a smidge of nervousness, Steven was amazed at the interior of the Great Hall. There were thousands upon thousands of candles that were floating in the air, lighting up the room spectacularly. Four long tables had students sitting at them, and the tables had beautiful gold plates and goblets laid on them. At the top of the hall was another long table where it seemed the teachers sat.
But what really took the show for Steven was the ceiling. It was as if it didn't exist. The night sky, with mixtures of purple, blue, and black was filled to the brim with stars that shone brighter than the ones back in Beach City ever could. Steven just kept staring at the enchanted ceiling until he was interrupted by a singing hat.
Now seeing that there was a hat singing on a stool in front of them, Steven felt that this was the best day he ever had as he heard the magical, worn down hat sing a song about the Hogwarts houses. He also felt that Draco very much disliked Gryffindor for some reason.
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