Draco Malfoy
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"Is it true? They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So, it's you, is it?" A pale boy asked.
"Yes." Harry answered, looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," The pale boy waved a hand carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking, "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," Ron gave a slight couch, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy shot a look at him, "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford."
"Hey." Harry tried to interrupt but the other boy cut him off.
"You'll soon find out some Wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand. Harry didn't take it, choosing to stare at the boy.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." He sat back, coolly.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks, "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either."
"Say that again." Ron and Harry both shot up. Ron's face was as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now." Harry tried not to wince. He didn't feel that brave. Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger then him or Ron.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Malfoy nodded at the pile of sweets.
Now we all know what happens next. I can't ever do a cliffhanger with this story. Damn… Review
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