And back again to the Hogwarts express! From Draco's point of view this time!

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Draco had asked Dobby to clean his newly acquired Muggle Mug, and had placed it carefully in his school trunk. Underneath his underwear, where no one was likely to find it. He was rather pleased with his adventure last night, and the progress they had made with the time magic.

Practically skipping to breakfast, he ran down the stairs and slid into the dining hall on his socks. This was met with raised eyebrows from his Mother and an almost smile from his Father.
Grinning stupidly, Draco sat down next his mother, placing a kiss on her cheek. "Good Morning Mother, Father."

"Good Morning Son" His Father nodded regally in his direction.

Ah Father, so stoic and proper as usual. It had been extremely jarring that first day back in time. Seeing his father as the proud pureblood aristocrat, instead of the hollow shell of a wizard he had been reduced to, was an extremely unnerving experience. Seeing his mother unbroken by the trials of their time with the Dark Lord however, filled him with an innocent happiness he had not felt since before Astoria had become ill.

"Good Morning Draco, darling." His mother smiled affectionately, briefly gripping his arm, before sitting back up and motioning with a small gesture.

Silver trays came floating out, depositing traditional French pastries, cheeses and meats across the table. Grinning wildly he began eating with manners that would have made even Weasley cringe. Why not? He was only eleven after all.

He could see his mother holding back laughter and he wiggled his eyebrows at her, still shovelling food into his mouth.

His father leant forwards as he addressed Draco. "I do hope, that you remember your manners whilst dining at the Slytherin table in the future Draco. It would not do to have you shame our family name with such slovenly actions." His father's words were serious, but his face betrayed the humour he was feeling.

"Hmm…." Draco swallowed his current mouthful and raised an eyebrow. "So if I am not in Slytherin…I can act how I like?" He asked cheekily, quickly popping a pastry in his mouth with another grin.

His mother laughed lightly at that, though his father shook his head in exasperation.

"You will one day be the head of the Malfoy estate. You would do well to make contacts within the noble house of Slytherin. The future of our family endeavours will rely greatly on the way you conduct yourself during the next seven years. I trust you will not disappoint me in this?" His face more serious than before, a slight upturn in the corner of his mouth was the only hint of humour remaining on his face.

Propping his elbows on the table and placing his hands together in front of his chin, Draco observed his father carefully. He maintained eye contact as he chewed slowly. It was ironic really; that it would in fact be Lucius's own choices that would jeopardise their family's integrity, not his. He could see a slight frown starting to form on his father's face as he continued to stare straight into his eyes.

It was almost embarrassingly easy to slip into the topmost thoughts swirling around the older man's head. Pride at the thought of his progeny going to Hogwarts, worry that Dumbledore would try to contaminate him with his muggle loving ways, fondness and humour at the way Draco had been acting, and irritation at the way Draco was staring at him currently.

Draco smiled, his mouth moving strangely and showing far too many teeth. "Of course Father, I shall endeavour to do my best. But if the hat places me in another house, don't hex me alright?" This drew a laugh from both his parents. His mother ran her hand over his head softly and he felt like he was a child again, simply enjoying time with his parents.

The breakfast ended shortly after that, with conversation flowing easily through mundane topics. Once or twice he had to catch himself from saying something that shouldn't be coming from an eleven year old, but overall he enjoyed his third first breakfast with his parents. This was truly the last time that their interactions weren't marred by something; being outsmarted by a muggle-born witch in every class, unable to form a positive relationship with Harry, being outshone by Potter in Quidditch, The Dark Lord lurking on the scene again and many more things.
There would always be something his Father wouldn't be happy about. Well, If Draco has his way from then on, his Father will be unhappy about many things in the future. This filled him with a sadistic bit of glee as he went to prepare himself for the day ahead.

Before he knew it, ten o'clock had arrived and the family was ready to leave. Dobby had been instructed to take Draco's belongings straight to the train; the little elf was bowing lower than usual and trying not to make eye contact with Draco, probably to avoid drawing attention towards them both. Clever creature.

With practiced ease Draco took a handful of floo powder, and confidently breezed his way through the fireplace and into the Kings Cross Floo. From there they made their way towards the platforms nine and ten, his father sneering at any muggles unfortunate enough to get in their way.

Rolling his eyes, Draco sped ahead of his parents, ducking and diving between the various trollies and bodies. Almost skipping, he darted in front of a boisterous family and straight through the barrier between the platforms. And there it was, the elation and excitement at first seeing the Hogwarts express. Tempted to do a little jig on the spot, Draco was about to plough into the crowd when he felt a hand grasp his shoulder.

"Decorum, Draco. It would not do to embarrass yourself before reaching Hogwarts, would it?" His Father's hand was almost painfully tight on his shoulder, eyes gazing above Draco's head to the bustling platform ahead. Allowing his Father to steer him through the crowd, Draco took the opportunity to observe the other wizarding families.

Hugging, crying and excited exclamations...how completely unlike his own upbringing it was. He made eye contact with a few of the new first years, smiling at them cheerfully. He even gave a little wave to Longbottom as he passed, causing his father's grip to tighten. It was actually painful.

"Let up will you, Father?" He patted the hand attached to his shoulder. "I'll need that for school work tomorrow." With a surprised expression, which instantly disappeared, his Father released his shoulder. "Ta!"

Lucius frowned at the colloquial language, and opened his mouth as if to say something, before his wife cut him off.

"Oh let him be Lucius, the boy is just excited, aren't you Draco darling?" She pulled him in for a hug and squeezed him tightly. "Now don't you forget us. If you need anything just owl. I'll write to you often and send you a treat or too if you're good, agreed?" She was beaming at him and stroked his face fondly.

He couldn't help it, it was just so nice to have her hug him again. He pulled her in for another clutched onto her tightly. "I'll miss you mother." He mumbled into her shoulder, blinking back tears. She had him in a vice like grip again, and he knew that to any outside observers it would seem as though she was the one holding him in place. For that he was grateful to her, wouldn't do to get a reputation on the first day as a crybaby.

When she released him finally - albeit reluctantly - he pecked her on the cheek in thanks. He then turned to his father and without warning he threw his arms round the stoic man. It was almost too funny, he tensed up rigidly and his eyes went comically wide. After a few moments, he tentatively patted Draco on the back earning giggles of laughter from the boy.

Leaning back Draco beamed up at his Father and smiled brightly. "I'll miss you too…Dad!" The sheer look of disgust he received sent Draco back into giggles of laughter. "Kidding! Kidding!" He laughed, jumping back and raising his hands in surrender.

"Honestly, Draco," his Mother said fondly shaking her head at him. "You'll give your Father grey hairs, more than he already has anyway…" They both grinned at Lucius with matching mischievous faces. The Wizard frowned between them before sighing.

"I am under attack from my own household!" He declared dramatically, waving his cane in their direction. Draco was thrilled; this was the Father he remembered, hidden under all that entitlement and snobbery. "Put upon by my Wife and mine own offspring, for shame!" He put the back of his hand against his forehead and swayed on the spot ever so slightly, probably still aware that others could see him.

"Oh stop being so dramatic Lucius." Narcissa swatted her husband on the arm, laughing demurely all the while. "We have to take Draco to meet his friends so they can find a compartment together."

Without further ado, Draco and Lucius were almost dragged through the throngs of people before Narcissa spotted the Parkinson's and made a beeline for them. Trying not to grimace, Draco had to stand next to Pansy and attempt to make small talk whilst their parents spoke above them. It was bad enough yesterday, he had to put up with the same inane chatter from her again! Resisting the urge to start pulling his teeth out, Draco let his gaze wander and it didn't take long for it to settle on a very familiar head of bushy hair.

Hermione was happily chatting to her parents, bouncing on her heels excitedly. Occasionally she would glance around as though looking for something. His eyes flicked to her parents and he watched how they reassured her, they pulled her in for hugs and laughed and grinned. It was just like with his parents, and he shook his head at the silliness of it all. How wizards ever thought muggles were any different from the rest of them was a mystery to him. What idiots they had all been.

"Urgh, Muggles!" Came the high voice of the witch beside him, she had followed his gaze and was watching the Granger family with contempt. "It's disgusting that they are letting that filth into our school." She stuck her nose in the air and turned her face away. She was still watching Draco out of the corner of her eye though, as if looking for his approval.

"Don't be such a twat Pansy," he drawled, "of course Muggleborns will attend Hogwarts, where else would they go?" She stared at him open mouthed and gaping like a fish. "Need new blood don't we? Can't have all our children coming out cross-eyed and crazy now can we? Think I'll go say hi!" Without looking back, he hurriedly jogged over to Hermione before anyone could call him back.

"Alright Granger?" He yelled into her ear, causing her to jump and spin round to face him quickly. "Mr and Mrs Granger," he stepped forward offering his hand, "A pleasure to meet you both, I am Draco Malfoy." They each took his hand with a confused expression on each of their faces, and he surprised her mother by kissing her hand once offered. Granger still hadn't spoken or moved, but her father was looking at her questioningly.

"Ah, yes. Nice to meet you to Mr Malfoy…" said Mr Granger, looking a bit lost.

"Draco, please."

"Draco then, how do you know…?" His eyes glanced to his daughter who was now staring a hole into the side of his head.

"Oh! Of course, Hermione and I met in Diagon alley when you were buying her school supplies." He turned on his most charming smile. "Of course I was fascinated to hear all about her life and yourselves, Dentists are you?"

"Oh! Must have been in that bookshop! We lost Hermione in there for a while, she does love reading, don't you sweetheart? Yes Dentists, but I suppose you don't need that in the wizarding world do you Draco? Got your spells and whatnot for that ay?" Mr Granger elbowed him good-naturedly and he nodded enthusiastically.

"We have spells and potions for most ills, but the skill of healing is difficult. It is only advised to get healing from a trained healer - magical bodies need magical cures you see."

"I do see, interested in healing are you Draco?" said Mrs Granger, smiling fondly at him.

He paused for a moment, unsure. "Maybe? I never thought about it before…"

"Yes! Well! I'm sure Draco wants to get back to his family to say his goodbyes, don't' you Draco?" Hermione was staring at him pointedly. She jerked her head back towards his parents. He leaned around her to look at the group of Purebloods, before quickly hiding behind Hermione again.

"Probably safer over here to be honest, don't want to get hexed," he whispered. "Father looks so annoyed, this is hilarious!"

"Those your folks Draco? They seem nice…?" Mrs Granger was trying to be polite, he could tell. His Father was glaring heatedly in their direction; he must have noticed his absence…and company.

"Yeah, don't mind my Father, bit wary of…strangers." He grimaced up at them awkwardly.

A look of comprehension dawned on Mr Granger's face and he nodded soberly. "Don't worry yourself lad, we get that in the muggle world too. Now," he said clapping his hands together, "lets get this ridiculous trunk on the train and find you a seat Hermione."

Draco waved them off, laughing at Hermione's huffing that the trunk wasn't ridiculous and was actually very useful. He watched as she boarded the train, parents waiting on the platform for her to return for their final goodbyes. Tearing his eyes away he headed back to where his group were waiting. Crabbe and Goyle had arrived and he could see Nott loitering nearby with his Father, Nott Senior, cruel bastard.

His Father was watching him, eyebrows raised in a 'we will discuss this later' type manner. Smiling innocently, Draco slipped into the conversation between his soon to be (if all went well) housemates. Pansy kept shooting him strange glances, clearly confused by his behaviour. Crabbe and Goyle, bless them, were as oblivious as usual.

The first warning whistle sounded, setting off the frantic boarding process. Draco watched amused as young Witches and Wizards clambered onto the train, rushing around each other in a panicked frenzy. A quick hug to both his parents, a warning look from his Father, and he too joined the throngs of children climbing on the train.

The final warning whistle screeched out across the platform, as families waved and yelled goodbye. His parents did neither of course; they stood still, surrounded by the swirling tendrils of steam. He chuckled and smiled at them, so dramatic and theatrical. God he hoped they could do better this time, all of them.

Lost in thought, he absently watched the youngest Weasley girl run after the train, waving and crying. She fell back and was lost to the steam as the train sped ahead through central London. Deciding to wander aimlessly, Draco headed through the train, occasionally stopping to say hello or introduce himself to people he knew or will know. The Trolley Witch came past and he bought some pasties and chocolate frogs, eyeing her warily the entire time. Not that he was going to attempt to jump off the train, but…just to be safe.

"Draco!" He flinched, spinning round on the spot.

"Oh hey Pans!" She was standing in the corridor, arms crossed and already in her Hogwarts robes. "Didn't see you there, I was just..."

"Where did you go? Come on," she ignored his protests and dragged him up the train roughly, "We have a compartment near the front."

As she dragged him through the isle, he began chewing on a pumpkin pasty, half of it hanging out his mouth. He waved to everyone that caught his eye, and thought he spotted Potter and Weasley having picnic as he zoomed by.

He was unceremoniously dumped into the bench of their compartment as Pansy announced loudly "Found him!" He remained sprawled in that position, not bothering to move as Pansy shoved him further up the bench so she could sit too. "He was wandering the corridor at the other end of the train, hopelessly lost…"

"Merlin Parkinson, he's not a puffskien!" Draco laughed at that, Blaise was sitting opposite him and was rolling his eyes at Pansy. "Nice to see you again Malfoy," he said offering his hand.
Leaning forward Draco slapped a pasty into the awaiting hand, grinning devilishly "Alright, Blaise?"

The dark boy was silent and unmoving for a moment, as though unsure whether to be offended or not. Draco then proceeded to throw chocolate frogs at Crabbe, Goyle and Nott. He gently passed one to Pansy - no need to risk her being violent - smiling happily the entire time. Seeing this, Blaise relaxed and sent Draco a smirk.

"What's got you in such a good mood? You're like the owl that caught the gnome."

Leaning back into his chair and extracting another pasty from his pocket, Draco looked around at his fellow Slytherins. It was going to be tough, breaking their prejudice. Luckily for him, they were all still young, 'old Kneazle new tricks' and all. He would just have to lead by example.

"I feel like changing the future, how about you lot?" Nott and Zambini started laughing with him, as Crabbe and Goyle looked on in confusion. Pansy sighed dramatically and rose to her feet, leaving the compartment and muttering something about boys and going to look for some intelligent conversation.

They sat for a while chatting about Hogwarts, what they were most looking forward too, how unfair it was that they couldn't play Quidditch until second year. Draco regaled them with stories he'd been 'told' about secret passageways, ghosts and Hogsmeade. "But you can always sneak into the kitchen, and the elves have Butterbeer and so many snacks that will make your stomach explode!" Goyle and Crabbe were practically drooling at that point.

They all changed into their school robes and Draco stood up as he shook out his sleeves. "If you'll excuse me gentlemen, I have to see a man about a toad." That got him some laughs. Crabbe and Goyle made to follow him, but he shooed them back to their seats. "Don't worry, I won't get lost this time! If I'm not back before we leave, I'll see you at the Slytherin table!" And with a wink he dashed out into the corridor and went to find Granger.