He was standing in the doorway, with two of the biggest people I've ever seen - and that's saying something, seeing as I live with children of Ares - standing behind him. "Draco?" my voice cracked. His eyes widened, and he whispered something that made the other two boys turn around and promptly walk out of the compartment. "Percy… Is that you?" I nodded, and the next thing I knew, I was hugging the best friend I hadn't seen in 8 years. I suddenly pulled away and punched him in the stomach. "I thought you were DEAD!" I screamed the last word. "And you couldn't even call or IM me! Stupid son of Athena, I thought you were supposed to be the smartest of your siblings! Gods, Draco, I fell into a depression when I realized you were gone. Don't EVER do that to me again!" I break down sobbing, and then he seemed to realize that I blurted out the fact that he was a son of Athena in front of everyone. "Did you just say he's a son of Athena?" Annabeth asked slowly.
Draco looked at me, and I nodded to show that they knew about the existence of greek mythology. "Yes, I am. Draco Malfoy, son of Athena, at your service." Annabeth gasped. "Are you Draco Malfoy? The one who Percy always gets depressed about around his birthday?" I sent her a look, then I nodded. "Yes, Annabeth, he is that Draco. I didn't tell you that I lived in England till I was 9, did I? Draco was - is my best friend, always helping me out of tight spots, you know, demigod style." I winked, and we all laughed. "Then 2 weeks before I moved to America, he disappeared. I'm guessing it had something to do with your father?" I asked, looking at him for conformation. He nodded. Suddenly, someone knocked on the compartment door. We all froze, and composed ourselves. When I opened the door, Draco sneered, "If it isn't Potty and his friends." he hissed the last word, and I exchanged glances with the others. This was Harry Potter. "Draco," I said, "Leave him be for a sec, okay?" I glanced at him, hoping he would get the message. He nodded curtly. "Very well, then." I then turned to the 3 people standing awkwardly in the doorway. "I'm guessing, then, that you guys are the 'Golden Trio', as I've heard?" They nodded. We all introduced ourselves, and Harry said, "Let me warn you. Malfoy is not the type of person you would want to hang out with, unless you're a Death Eater too." I replied, "Well, Harry, Draco has been my best friend since I was 2, so I doubt you would know him better than me." I emphasized my use of his first name. Suddenly, Jason, Piper, and Thalia gasped.