Hermione Granger did not come again and the rest of the trip -frightening likenesses non-including, was oddly agreeable. Neville wasn't sure why he'd expected it wouldn't go well. Everyone in his family had told him how much fun Hogwarts was and how many friends people made there...He'd just not really expected to be one of those people who made friends -he'd never done it before. But both Harry and Draco seemed to actually enjoy having him here.
They talked to him and actually listened to his answers and everything.
He decided he really quite liked it, which was why he dreaded the subject of houses a bit, knowing about the Malfoy family -like everyone else. But when he told the two that his parents had been in Griffindor and his Gran quite wanted him to go said, Harry said that his parents had been there, too, and professor Snape had said it was a party house, which, if it was like Henry's party Uni, would be so much fun.
Draco shook his head at him:
"I don't think he meant it in a good way, Hazz."
"But they're parties! Anyway, I think I'd like Ravenclaw as well, all that stuff about diadems giving infinite knowledge is kinda timelordy or Dollhous-y, you know? Not that Hufflepuff or Slytherin would be bad."
Draco snorted:
"There's no way you'll be in Slytherin. You wouldn't know ambition if I hit you on the nose with it."
"What?" blinked Harry "Don't hit my nose. It's new! I bought a pixie nose potion from Leaga to spike Amy's drink, but then she spiked back, and then the twins spiked..."
Draco and Neville both leaned in to look it over carefully:
"It doesn't look all that different from your normal nose."
"I know. But it does make shiny sparkles when I sneeze."
They moved over as the train seemed to slow down and were hailed and herded by an enormous mound of a man who then put them in a boat with a strawberry blond haired girl with freckles whose name was Hannah Abbott, but all attempts at conversation were cut short when the glistening cut of Hogwarts appeared in the darkness, shining with light.