It was a lovely day outside. Mum and Dad decided to invite another pure-blood families over. The family happened to be the Malfoys. They had a son Daphne's age, Draco I think. He and Daphne were sitting at the dining table. When I tried to join them Daphne said "It's older kid stuff."
"I'm only two years younger!" I whined.
"Yes, but we're talking about Hogwarts. We'll be going this year and you won't. So leave us alone." She retorted.
"She can stay." Draco said.
"If you say so Draco." Daphne sighed. I could tell she held a torch for this boy.
"Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, is a genius. A bit mental, but genius." Draco whispered.
"I want to be in Slytherin. Griffindor is for stuck up heroes, Hufflepiff is all weaklings, Ravenclaw is okay I guess, but Slytherin is the best." Daphne said.
Draco rolled his eyes. "We are going to be in Slytherin. Our families have been Slytherins for generations."
I piped up. "When are you guys going?"
"September first. I still have to go to Diagon Alley for supplies." Draco said.
"Draco dear, come along. We have to get home now. Say thank you to the Greengrasses." Draco's mother called out.
"Yes Mum. Bye Daphne. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass. Bye Astoria." Draco stood up.
"Bye Draco!" I waved.
Daphne gave a shining smile as he left. "He's perfect." She said dreamily.
I shrugged. "Sure." I walked upstairs to get ready for bed.
Daphne snuck into my room that night. "I have-"
"A crush on Draco Malfoy, I know." I said as she sat down on my bed. "I'm trying to read a book here Daphne. Go away."
She scoffed and hurried back to her room.