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On the Hogwarts Express

The whistle from the train rang shrill through platform 9¾. All the families were now separate, the parents, grand-parents, aunts and uncles and old brothers and sisters, who were out of Hogwarts, were standing on the outside, watching their children running in the train.

It was very awkward for Draco's Grandparents to separate them from him. They were cuddling and hugging him nearly to death. It was quite embarrassing, but he knew it was difficult, they love him like he was their own child.

He stepped on the stairs to the train and waved a last time, before he turned inside the wagon. Draco was trying to find a compartment which turned out as very difficult, because most of the students were already settled down. He walked through the train just to find a compartment on the very end of the Hogwarts express.

 "Hey, can I sit here?", he asked a red-haired boy and a girl with curly hair in his age. The girl smiled friendly and offered him a sit to her left. The red-haired boy looked at him and hesitated.

 "Hy, I'm Hermione Granger", introduced the girl politely herself, ignoring the stairs of the red-head.

Draco looked at the boy inquiring. "Are… are you a … Malfoy?", he looked at him, as if he was an died out animal.

Draco looked at him stunned. How did he know his surname? And why looked he at him in this disgusting way?

 "Well… yeah… actually, I am. Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you.", he shook both of their hands. "And would you know be so kind and tell me your name?"

 "I-I'm… Ron Weasly", he stuttered.

 "Ron, how do you know, I'm a Malfoy?"

 "It's.. your hair, and your eyes, and.. you just look exactly like your father."

Draco frowned. He never ever heard anyone compare him with his father. Maybe he was right, he have seen him once, even if it was a long time ago, he remembered him, with his silvery blond hair and his cold grey ice. He was rather scared of him. He felt being compared with his father was a thing he wouldn't be proud of.

 "Er… I can't really say that's true, because I've met my father once in my lifetime. But how does it come, you know my father?", he thought, he wouldn't like to befriend with someone who liked his producer.

 "You've met him once?", Ron looked at him unbelievable, "anyway, my father works in the Ministry of Magic, and he've told us from Lucius Malfoy. I've seen him a couple of times."

"Do you like him?", he said bluntly, and the Weasly boy looked very confused. But then he decided to be honest. "No. He's a snob."

Draco laughed, and this was definitely not the reaction, Ron would have thought of. "You laugh? I've just insulted your father and you laugh?", he said in disbelieve.

 "I thought exactly the same, when I've met him. I don't think much people would be so honest and tell me fair in the face that my father is an stupid git!"

Ron blushed, and now Hermione piped up, "boys, you're very interesting, you know, couldn't think of any better that insulting Dracos father?"

Both of them laughed, Hermione thought it was quite unpolitely to ignore her like they've done in their conversation. "No, but suggest something. What's with Quidditch?"

Hermione sniffed, and then answered slowly: "I've read a lot about this kind of sport, but I could never understand whats so great on it, every wizard and witch is talking about."

 "Have you never seen one? I mean, a quidditch match? It so cool, fast, dangerous, exciting! How comes you never visited any match?", asked Ron, he, too, found, that Quidditch was a very better topic than greasy Lucius Malfoy.

"Well…", hermoine looked rather sheepishly, "My parents are Muggle, so they didn't know anything about magic and wizardry and stuff until I got the letter."

All of them went quite for a little while, and then Draco went on: "So, I think, that's no problem, I've heard, up in Hogwarts, there are Quidditch matches between the four houses every year. We will show you everything, Hermione, you will be thrilled!" He gave her an encouraging smile, and Hermione smiled back happily.

"What do you guys think what house you'll be in?" asked Ron.

Hermione answered thoughtfully: "I think, I could do with Gryffindor, but the best would be Ravenclaw."

"I hope I'll get in Gryffindor, my other brothers were all in Gryfindor."

"You've got brothers?", Draco asked, letting the topic of houses drop. He didn't like thinking about, what he would do, I've he was stuck in Slytherin.

"Yes. Five. Three of them are in Hogwarts. They'll report everything I do to mum. It's a nightmare!", he rolled his eyes, but then asked: "Don't you two have any brothers or sisters in Hogwarts?"

"Nope, I've got a little sister at home, but she's just one year and a half", Hermione answered.

"I was an only child. Think it's better, wouldn't expect someone to live with my parents", Draco said quietly.

In front of the door were now rumors. "I s'pose, we'll be there, so get on your robes, boys", said Hermione as she stepped outside to leave them alone.

A/N: hey you guys, I know, it's not very interesting at this time, but I promis it'll get better. Anyways, leave me a review, it doesn't need to be a friendly one, just a honest one.