Draco stood at Platform Nine and three quarters. Narcissa hugged Draco tightly, her eyes almost teary. Draco put his arm up, holding his mom away from him.
Lucius motioned Draco to him and leaned down to Draco's height. Draco sighed preparing himself for the three hour lecture.
"Alright kid. You're leaving in like, five minutes. I said this a million times, but you tend to have very short memory span, so here we go again." Lucius sighed. "Draco, first of all, stay out of trouble. I mean it. Just lay low, at least at the beginning. The worst thing you can do is get all the teachers thinking you're a troublemaker right from the beginning. Second of all, be careful. Please don't embarrass our family. You bear my name, keep that in mind. Don't do anything stupid. Use your brain if you have one. Third of all, your marks better be good, got it? Next, I want a letter from you daily telling me every single day telling me exactly what happened. Everything that happens! I-No Draco, every single day! I want to know who you talked to, how your lessons went, how your homework is, everything. And I also have Professor Snape who's reporting to me, so don't you make up lies."
Draco moaned. "Dad! If I spend every day writing you darn letters I'll never get any work done! I'm not going to get in trouble-"
"Can you stop? It's not just you." Lucius snapped gripping Draco's upper arm hard.
Draco wiggled in his grasp. "What do you mean?"
Lucius voice dropped even quieter. "God Draco. Harry Potter. He's in your year."
Draco stopped struggling in his father's death grip (no wonder they call him death eater, haha –corny joke of the day). Oh ya! Forgot he was my age. Draco thought surprised.
"You know what we think about that kid and you-know-who. I want you to keep an eye on him too." Lucius hissed. "Understand?"
Draco didn't answer at once. Lucius almost shook him in anger. "Draco!"
"Oh! Uh ya, okay. Can I go now?" He struggled once more. Lucius released his arm.
"Behave." He told him sternly straightening up.
Draco hugged his mom, muttering, "Alright alright." Before running onto the train. Narcissa sniffed proudly as they watched the Hogwarts express fade out of sight.
As soon as Draco entered the train, he bumped into some pureblood kids he knew, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
Draco, in his usual manner, immediately became leader of their little group. And anyways, Draco thought as he led them to a compartment, they're big. Bet they could beat up anyone in a fight.
After settling down with a couple of other old friends, Draco announced the Harry Potter was on board and in their year.
Naturally, all being pure-blooded kids raised in wizard families, every one of them knew who Harry Potter was.
"Really?" Asked a guy across from Draco. "I wonder what he's like."
"Probably a complete loser." Draco slurred. "Think I wanna go see this "boy-who-lived". Probably can't do anything."
"Oh Draco, your just jealous he's famous. Bet he's amazing." A blond haired girl across the compartment sighed. "I hope he's in Slytherin! You-Know-Who was."
"I am not jealous! I just want to go meet him." Draco said turning away fuming. "Crabbe, Goyle, come with me." The two boys stood up like brainless robots and followed him obediently.
Draco strolled down the hall glancing into various corridors. The longer they searched, the more anxious Draco became to meet Harry Potter. Finally, he entered the next corridor and everyone was whispering.
"What's going on?" Draco asked boldly.
The kids turned. "Didn't you hear? Harry Potter is in that compartment- right there!" An older boy, perhaps thirteen, gasped.
Draco walked forward to the door they pointed at and slid it open slowly. There were only two kids sitting there. A weird red-head looking kid he quickly ignored. It was the other guy he was interested in. Black messy hair sprawling his face, his thin lanky body leaning forward. The most surprising thing was that he has met him before! It was the kid from Diagon Alley at Madam Malkin's robe shop.
Draco stared at him wide-eyed. "Is it true?" He asked numbly, "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
The kid stared at him looking almost bored. "Yes." He said, looking like he had gotten sick of being asked questions like this. Draco noticed his eyes shifted toward Crabbe and Goyle.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," Draco explained. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
The red-head kid who Draco had carefully avoided earlier made a coughing sniggering noise. Draco felt a flash of anger through his chest.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are." Draco sneered, recognizing him immediately, "My father told me all the Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
Turning back to the Harry Potter boy, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter." Draco explained to him as if he was a child. He minds well be, raised by muggles! How horrible. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." Draco continued, glaring at Ron from the corner of his eye. "I can help you there."
Draco held out his hand to the boy. Draco, of course, was following his father's orders, but was also curious about the boy. However, Harry didn't take his hand.
The kid glared at him. "I think I can tell who the wrong sorts are for myself, thanks." He replied coolly.
Draco felt himself grow warm and furious. How dare he? Anger boiling in his chest, Draco looked at Potter slowly. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter. 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. You hang around with riffraff like Weasley's and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Draco muttered slowly enjoying the effect he was having, striking them both right on their weak spots.
Obviously they both bounced up furiously.
Draco laughed, still finding it quite comical.
"Say that again." Threatened the red-head kid.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Draco sneered, but somewhere in his head a warning signal went off, and he remembered his father warning him to stay out of trouble.
"Unless you get out now." The Harry kid snapped. Draco felt his eyes narrow. So famous little Potty had a death wish.
Draco glanced around the room noticing the large amount of chocolate frogs, Drooble blowing gum, Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, pasties, Licorice wands, etc.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Draco sneered although he was actually desperately searching for some reason to leave without looking like a coward.
Goyle, that fat pig, reached out to grab a chocolate frog, and the Weasley boy jumped at him, but it wasn't the Weasley who caused Goyle to jump back shrieking. Hanging off of Goyle's finger was a huge rat, its teeth cutting deep into Goyle's fat finger.
Draco watched horrified as Goyle jumped around shaking his hand. Finally he got the rat off, and at the moment, loud footsteps could be heard coming closer.
"Let's get out of here!" Draco insisted imagining what his father would say if Draco got into trouble before even getting to the school!
Draco, flanked by his cronies hurried back to their compartment.
"That was close." Crabbe muttered.
"What a filthy, little prat, Harry Potter. What a phony! I can't believe everyone's so awed by that useless thing." Draco snarled as they reentered there compartment.
"What's he like?" The other kids inquired.
"Biggest loony on the bus." Draco insisted. "Hanging out with the Weasley's, eating with rats. That kid has some serious issues. Probably gonna be Gryffindor."
The other kids shook their heads in disappointment and disgust.
"Oh look! It's Hogwarts!" Goyle shouted looking out the window. They all rushed over to see.
"Whoa. We have to put our robes on." Draco reminded them, but he himself continued to stare at the approaching dark castle his knuckles clenched tightly as he stared up at the majestic building sitting on the top of the hill waiting.
"Hogwarts." He muttered his voice low.
Sorry if this chapter was a bit dull :(