After a quick breakfast, the Malfoys left the Malfoy Mansion to go to
Kings Cross Station. They arrived a quarter till 10. Draco entered platform
9 ¾ first, then followed by his mother, his father, and a house elf that
was carrying all of Draco's trunks. Narcissa was near to crying, while
Lucious had a firm, stern face. They began loading Draco's trunks into the
train compartment. Upon finishing it was 3 minutes till the train left.
Lucious stuck a strict hand on Draco's shoulder and bent down to eye level. "Draco, as always I expect you to keep up the good family name. Don't in anyway disrespect the Malfoy family. I mean it," he said harshly, and just as Draco had thought his father was finished, Lucious began again, "AND, if I get wind of you opening your mouth about anything you've heard at the house in the past few days, then I'll kill you so help me God. Good luck, son." He stuck his hand out and shook Draco's hand.
Next it was Narcissa's turn. She had tears streaking her pale cheeks. "Draco, I'm going to send you your daily sweets everyday, and a daily owl. You've got to promise me that you'll write me everyday to tell me how you're doing," she said.
"Yes mamma, I will. Promise," Draco said, slightly embarrassed about his mother's love for him.
"Ok. I'm going to miss you so much. I remember when you were just a tiny little baby that I carried with me everywhere…"
"Mom! People are looking!" Draco teased his mother.
She laughed at his taunting. "Very well, better get on the train, you're going to be late." She hugged him and kissed him on his forehead and watched him leave.
Draco found the compartment that Crabbe and Goyle were reserving for him, and sat down. "So, Draco, how was your summer?" Goyle asked, knowing that he and Draco were closer than with Crabbe. Instead of answering him, he gave a terrified look. "Draco? Are you feeling ok?"
"Yes, quite fine actually," he lied, "My summer was fine, how about yours?"
"Oh, it was great! I mean, father was away from the house a lot because of the, erm, 'other job'," Goyle answered. He could tell that Draco didn't feel like talking about each other's summer break. "What do you say about going to make a fist cake out of Potter?"
Draco nearly wet himself at the mention of Harry's name. "I do beg your pardon?"
"I said what do you say about going to make a fist cake out of Potter?" Goyle said looking suspiciously at Draco.
"Oh, ok. I guess so." Draco said, his heart pounding.
"Draco, I hate to be one to say something, but you don't really seem yourself." Goyle told him.
"What do you mean Goyle? That's absurd," Draco said.
"Well, you look a lot paler than usual, you don't want to talk about our summer, and you look as if ~you~ saw a dementor at the mention of Potter's name. I think that gives reason enough to be concerned about you."
"I haven't had sleep in a couple days, that's all," Draco lied again, "So, um, let's go 'shape up' Potter now."
They all left their compartment and started searching every compartment until they came to the 5th one down from theirs. "Shh! They're in there." Draco whispered, pointing to the compartment door. "Potter, a couple of Weasley's, Granger, and I believe I hear Longbottom's fat ass mouth. Let's listen to what they are saying first."
Inside the cabin were indeed Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George, Ginny, and Neville. "Wow, I didn't know you guys' pranks would become that popular." Harry said to Fred and George.
"Yeah, mum still doesn't like the idea of us having our own practical joke shop, but Mr. Zambo says that we've got real potential," George said gleefully.
"Sure did, the old chap, he said that after about a year with him we should be ready to start our own business up," Fred said.
"Well is been nice chatting with you, Harry, Hermione, Neville, we should be going now. Bye!" George said. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all jumped into the compartment behind them, which was contained a couple first years.
"What the bloody hell are you looking at munchkin?" Draco snapped at the one of the kids in the nervous bunch.
"N…n…n…nothing," the first year stuttered.
"Well then stop bloody staring at me!" Draco knew that he struck fear in their little pounding hearts, he took pleasure in that. He looked them up and down and said to Crabbe and Goyle, "They're weaklings. I suspect that this one (nodding to a boy with the name Scott Tilderman) will be a Gryffindor, and this one (a girl named Lucienda Wilkerson) will be a Ravenclaw, this one (Shannon Dupuiove) will be in Gryffindor, this one (Tempestt Darwin) in Hufflepuff, that one (Darryl Acheson) in Ravenclaw, oh, and look at this one!" Draco was taken aback by the last student in the compartment. "Sturdy, strong, determined, I can see real potential in this future Slytherin. Tell me boy, what's your name?"
"Mason Krum," the boy replied.
Draco started to laugh, "Let me guess, you are related to that Mudblood lover, Victor Krum?"
"Yes, he's my brother," Mason answered.
"Well I might as well go ahead and say it cause you shouldn't except a welcome from me." Draco paused for a second, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And this is Crabbe, and Goyle. Welcome to Slytherin." With that Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle left the compartment and went back to spying on Harry's compartment. Fred, George, Ginny, and Neville had all left by now, leaving only Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I can't wait to get to Hogwarts and get started with classes again!" Hermione exclaimed.
"We can." Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Oh, don't be such worry warts. It'll be fun. Only two more years till we graduate. I can't wait till I'm a fully trained witch…" Hermione continued. Draco snorted at the thought of a mudblood being a fully trained witch or wizard.
"It's not going to be so much fun with Malfoy to worry about." Ron interrupted.
"Exactly, we all know that Malfoy's got some evil plot against us! It's a fact of life. He's just a jealous spoiled little braggart. All we ever hear is 'Wait till father hears about this!' or 'When my father hears of this, he'll have each and everyone of you expelled.' or 'Father this and father that' –-" Harry was cut off by Hermione.
"Enough with the 'fathers'! I can't take anymore of it! I know Malfoy's got a bit of a problem with running to his father over the stupidest things, but our real problem is going to be with him casting stupid little spells on us!" she said to them.
"Well I'm not looking forward to this year at Hogwarts because of Malfoy. That's all I'm saying." Harry said.
Draco signaled to Crabbe and Goyle it was time to make their grand entrance. They thrust open the compartment door and walked in. "Awww… Potter and Weasel aren't looking forward to their year at Hogwarts because of me. I feel just so bad. No body around here loves me." Draco said tauntingly.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron said, feeling his ears getting red.
"Stuff a sock in it Malfoy, we don't have time to waste on your kind." Harry said.
"Oh really?" Draco said taking the bait. "Well let's see how good you are against 'my kind'" he mocked Harry. They both got their wands out and were ready to start hexing each other. "What? Don't tell me you're scared Potter."
"I'm not scared of you Malfoy." Harry said.
"Prove it." Draco was pushing Harry's limits. Harry hesitated and didn't do anything. "A coward is what they call ~your~ kind," he mocked. He, Crabbe, and Goyle turned to walk out of the compartment until Ron got up and struck Goyle in the back with his fist, which was supposed to be for Draco. They turned around suddenly. "You bloody idiot." Draco shouted as he punched Ron's freckled nose. The fighting continued until one of the cabin stewards came and broke it up.
"There is no fighting permitted on this train! You'll each come to the front of the train with me and stay put until we arrive at Hogwarts. Then you'll each be visiting Headmaster Dumbledore." The cabin steward had said.
She led them to the front of the train in a lounge sort of compartment. "This isn't punishment, this is luxury." Draco muttered to Crabbe and Goyle. They chuckled and stopped once they caught the serious glare that the cabin steward was giving them.
"Now I'm going to sit you in a certain spot and I don't expect you to move until I say so. Now, Mr. Potter, you sit here. Mr. Goyle you sit beside Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley sit beside Mr. Goyle. Mr. Crabbe sit beside Mr. Weasley. Miss Granger sit beside Mr. Crabbe. And finally Mr. Malfoy sit between Mr. Potter and Miss Granger." She smiled as she left the room.
"Great! I'm stuck next to Potter and Granger! You sure must have put some bad curse on me Potter!" Draco said sarcastically.
"Yeah Malfoy, now why don't you take that 'bad curse' and shove it." Ron said, being squeezed between Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh yeah?" Draco smirked at Ron. "You want to know something Weasel? I had fun with little Ginny last night. Whoa Momma! Does she have one fine ass! She was riding me like a bronco all night."
Ron's face was turning bright red with anger as Draco taunted him. He clenched his fists tight, ready to get up and punch Draco right in the jaw. "Shut up Malfoy, before I make you."
Draco continued taunting Ron the rest of the way to Hogwarts, but Ron didn't do anything because he knew of what trouble he'd be in and didn't feel like getting a howler the first day there. They got off the train and boarded carriages that took them to Hogwarts. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron, Hermione, and Harry got out of their carriage and found that McGonnagal was standing waiting for them. "Uh oh, this can't be good if she's already waiting for us." Draco muttered.
"Aha, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle and Miss Granger, please come with me. Dumbledore would like to see you in his office before the feast." McGonnagal said with a stern and unhappy look on her face.
"Awwwww." Ron groaned.
"That'll be enough of that Mr. Weasley." She turned to look at him. McGonnagal led them through the corridors until she came to the entrance of Dumbledore's office. "Gobstones" she said and the walls moved back revealing a very big set of stairs. They went down the stairs into Dumbledore's office and took a seat.
"Ah, this group. I see. Well from what I understand you all were fighting. Is this correct?" Dumbledore asked the bunch.
"Well, you see, sir, Potter—" Draco was suddenly interrupted by Hermione.
"Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle came to our compartment and were looking to start trouble. They started a fight between them and Harry and Ron. I was only trying to stop the fight." Hermione smiled with pride.
"I see." Dumbledore said. *Is that all he can say is 'I see'?* Draco thought. "Is that true?" he asked them all. Everyone nodded except Draco.
"No sir it isn't. We just came to say hi to them because we hadn't seen them all summer long, and Potter just out of the blue struck me in the face, I only hit back out of self-defense sir." Draco lied.
"Very well, in that case, since there are two different stories that both sides are agreeing to, I'll have to give you all a detention. Even you Miss Granger." Dumbledore said with his kind blue eyes. Hermione's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You'll be split up into pairs. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, you'll be working together to shine the trophies in the trophy case. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Weasley, you'll be working together to sort detention papers and filing stuff for Mr. Filtch. Mr. Goyle and Mrs. Granger, you'll be working together to help Mrs. Sprout to prepare the Greenhouses for her Herbology classes." Draco gave Harry a disgruntled glare. "You may now go to the Great Hall for the feast." Dumbledore smiled once again.
Lucious stuck a strict hand on Draco's shoulder and bent down to eye level. "Draco, as always I expect you to keep up the good family name. Don't in anyway disrespect the Malfoy family. I mean it," he said harshly, and just as Draco had thought his father was finished, Lucious began again, "AND, if I get wind of you opening your mouth about anything you've heard at the house in the past few days, then I'll kill you so help me God. Good luck, son." He stuck his hand out and shook Draco's hand.
Next it was Narcissa's turn. She had tears streaking her pale cheeks. "Draco, I'm going to send you your daily sweets everyday, and a daily owl. You've got to promise me that you'll write me everyday to tell me how you're doing," she said.
"Yes mamma, I will. Promise," Draco said, slightly embarrassed about his mother's love for him.
"Ok. I'm going to miss you so much. I remember when you were just a tiny little baby that I carried with me everywhere…"
"Mom! People are looking!" Draco teased his mother.
She laughed at his taunting. "Very well, better get on the train, you're going to be late." She hugged him and kissed him on his forehead and watched him leave.
Draco found the compartment that Crabbe and Goyle were reserving for him, and sat down. "So, Draco, how was your summer?" Goyle asked, knowing that he and Draco were closer than with Crabbe. Instead of answering him, he gave a terrified look. "Draco? Are you feeling ok?"
"Yes, quite fine actually," he lied, "My summer was fine, how about yours?"
"Oh, it was great! I mean, father was away from the house a lot because of the, erm, 'other job'," Goyle answered. He could tell that Draco didn't feel like talking about each other's summer break. "What do you say about going to make a fist cake out of Potter?"
Draco nearly wet himself at the mention of Harry's name. "I do beg your pardon?"
"I said what do you say about going to make a fist cake out of Potter?" Goyle said looking suspiciously at Draco.
"Oh, ok. I guess so." Draco said, his heart pounding.
"Draco, I hate to be one to say something, but you don't really seem yourself." Goyle told him.
"What do you mean Goyle? That's absurd," Draco said.
"Well, you look a lot paler than usual, you don't want to talk about our summer, and you look as if ~you~ saw a dementor at the mention of Potter's name. I think that gives reason enough to be concerned about you."
"I haven't had sleep in a couple days, that's all," Draco lied again, "So, um, let's go 'shape up' Potter now."
They all left their compartment and started searching every compartment until they came to the 5th one down from theirs. "Shh! They're in there." Draco whispered, pointing to the compartment door. "Potter, a couple of Weasley's, Granger, and I believe I hear Longbottom's fat ass mouth. Let's listen to what they are saying first."
Inside the cabin were indeed Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fred and George, Ginny, and Neville. "Wow, I didn't know you guys' pranks would become that popular." Harry said to Fred and George.
"Yeah, mum still doesn't like the idea of us having our own practical joke shop, but Mr. Zambo says that we've got real potential," George said gleefully.
"Sure did, the old chap, he said that after about a year with him we should be ready to start our own business up," Fred said.
"Well is been nice chatting with you, Harry, Hermione, Neville, we should be going now. Bye!" George said. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle all jumped into the compartment behind them, which was contained a couple first years.
"What the bloody hell are you looking at munchkin?" Draco snapped at the one of the kids in the nervous bunch.
"N…n…n…nothing," the first year stuttered.
"Well then stop bloody staring at me!" Draco knew that he struck fear in their little pounding hearts, he took pleasure in that. He looked them up and down and said to Crabbe and Goyle, "They're weaklings. I suspect that this one (nodding to a boy with the name Scott Tilderman) will be a Gryffindor, and this one (a girl named Lucienda Wilkerson) will be a Ravenclaw, this one (Shannon Dupuiove) will be in Gryffindor, this one (Tempestt Darwin) in Hufflepuff, that one (Darryl Acheson) in Ravenclaw, oh, and look at this one!" Draco was taken aback by the last student in the compartment. "Sturdy, strong, determined, I can see real potential in this future Slytherin. Tell me boy, what's your name?"
"Mason Krum," the boy replied.
Draco started to laugh, "Let me guess, you are related to that Mudblood lover, Victor Krum?"
"Yes, he's my brother," Mason answered.
"Well I might as well go ahead and say it cause you shouldn't except a welcome from me." Draco paused for a second, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And this is Crabbe, and Goyle. Welcome to Slytherin." With that Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle left the compartment and went back to spying on Harry's compartment. Fred, George, Ginny, and Neville had all left by now, leaving only Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"I can't wait to get to Hogwarts and get started with classes again!" Hermione exclaimed.
"We can." Harry and Ron said in unison.
"Oh, don't be such worry warts. It'll be fun. Only two more years till we graduate. I can't wait till I'm a fully trained witch…" Hermione continued. Draco snorted at the thought of a mudblood being a fully trained witch or wizard.
"It's not going to be so much fun with Malfoy to worry about." Ron interrupted.
"Exactly, we all know that Malfoy's got some evil plot against us! It's a fact of life. He's just a jealous spoiled little braggart. All we ever hear is 'Wait till father hears about this!' or 'When my father hears of this, he'll have each and everyone of you expelled.' or 'Father this and father that' –-" Harry was cut off by Hermione.
"Enough with the 'fathers'! I can't take anymore of it! I know Malfoy's got a bit of a problem with running to his father over the stupidest things, but our real problem is going to be with him casting stupid little spells on us!" she said to them.
"Well I'm not looking forward to this year at Hogwarts because of Malfoy. That's all I'm saying." Harry said.
Draco signaled to Crabbe and Goyle it was time to make their grand entrance. They thrust open the compartment door and walked in. "Awww… Potter and Weasel aren't looking forward to their year at Hogwarts because of me. I feel just so bad. No body around here loves me." Draco said tauntingly.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron said, feeling his ears getting red.
"Stuff a sock in it Malfoy, we don't have time to waste on your kind." Harry said.
"Oh really?" Draco said taking the bait. "Well let's see how good you are against 'my kind'" he mocked Harry. They both got their wands out and were ready to start hexing each other. "What? Don't tell me you're scared Potter."
"I'm not scared of you Malfoy." Harry said.
"Prove it." Draco was pushing Harry's limits. Harry hesitated and didn't do anything. "A coward is what they call ~your~ kind," he mocked. He, Crabbe, and Goyle turned to walk out of the compartment until Ron got up and struck Goyle in the back with his fist, which was supposed to be for Draco. They turned around suddenly. "You bloody idiot." Draco shouted as he punched Ron's freckled nose. The fighting continued until one of the cabin stewards came and broke it up.
"There is no fighting permitted on this train! You'll each come to the front of the train with me and stay put until we arrive at Hogwarts. Then you'll each be visiting Headmaster Dumbledore." The cabin steward had said.
She led them to the front of the train in a lounge sort of compartment. "This isn't punishment, this is luxury." Draco muttered to Crabbe and Goyle. They chuckled and stopped once they caught the serious glare that the cabin steward was giving them.
"Now I'm going to sit you in a certain spot and I don't expect you to move until I say so. Now, Mr. Potter, you sit here. Mr. Goyle you sit beside Mr. Potter. Mr. Weasley sit beside Mr. Goyle. Mr. Crabbe sit beside Mr. Weasley. Miss Granger sit beside Mr. Crabbe. And finally Mr. Malfoy sit between Mr. Potter and Miss Granger." She smiled as she left the room.
"Great! I'm stuck next to Potter and Granger! You sure must have put some bad curse on me Potter!" Draco said sarcastically.
"Yeah Malfoy, now why don't you take that 'bad curse' and shove it." Ron said, being squeezed between Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh yeah?" Draco smirked at Ron. "You want to know something Weasel? I had fun with little Ginny last night. Whoa Momma! Does she have one fine ass! She was riding me like a bronco all night."
Ron's face was turning bright red with anger as Draco taunted him. He clenched his fists tight, ready to get up and punch Draco right in the jaw. "Shut up Malfoy, before I make you."
Draco continued taunting Ron the rest of the way to Hogwarts, but Ron didn't do anything because he knew of what trouble he'd be in and didn't feel like getting a howler the first day there. They got off the train and boarded carriages that took them to Hogwarts. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Ron, Hermione, and Harry got out of their carriage and found that McGonnagal was standing waiting for them. "Uh oh, this can't be good if she's already waiting for us." Draco muttered.
"Aha, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle and Miss Granger, please come with me. Dumbledore would like to see you in his office before the feast." McGonnagal said with a stern and unhappy look on her face.
"Awwwww." Ron groaned.
"That'll be enough of that Mr. Weasley." She turned to look at him. McGonnagal led them through the corridors until she came to the entrance of Dumbledore's office. "Gobstones" she said and the walls moved back revealing a very big set of stairs. They went down the stairs into Dumbledore's office and took a seat.
"Ah, this group. I see. Well from what I understand you all were fighting. Is this correct?" Dumbledore asked the bunch.
"Well, you see, sir, Potter—" Draco was suddenly interrupted by Hermione.
"Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle came to our compartment and were looking to start trouble. They started a fight between them and Harry and Ron. I was only trying to stop the fight." Hermione smiled with pride.
"I see." Dumbledore said. *Is that all he can say is 'I see'?* Draco thought. "Is that true?" he asked them all. Everyone nodded except Draco.
"No sir it isn't. We just came to say hi to them because we hadn't seen them all summer long, and Potter just out of the blue struck me in the face, I only hit back out of self-defense sir." Draco lied.
"Very well, in that case, since there are two different stories that both sides are agreeing to, I'll have to give you all a detention. Even you Miss Granger." Dumbledore said with his kind blue eyes. Hermione's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "You'll be split up into pairs. Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, you'll be working together to shine the trophies in the trophy case. Mr. Crabbe and Mr. Weasley, you'll be working together to sort detention papers and filing stuff for Mr. Filtch. Mr. Goyle and Mrs. Granger, you'll be working together to help Mrs. Sprout to prepare the Greenhouses for her Herbology classes." Draco gave Harry a disgruntled glare. "You may now go to the Great Hall for the feast." Dumbledore smiled once again.