Platform 9 ¾
Zero closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The platform smelled like steam, sweat, and charcoal. A strange combination, but with his heightened senses everything was magnified.
"Hey, guys look over there."
Zero saw where Harry was pointing. Draco was walking toward them, a perfect's badge gleaming on his chest.
"Oh gosh, can we please leave now?" begged Rachel.
"You're still not over the whole thing with Crabbe and Draco are you?" asked Ron.
"They poisoned my potion when I wasn't looking! And then Snape didn't even get them in trouble!" she said indignantly.
Zero sighed and Draco strode up to them. He wasn't much shorter than he was and Zero was pretty tall. His blonde, almost white, hair was slicked into perfection. He reminded Zero of Kaname Kuran, which was not a pleasant comparison.
"Kiryu," he said curtly.
"Malfoy," Zero said dully.
Draco nodded and turned to Harry, "Quiditch (did I spell that right) captain this year Potter? We are going to cream you this year."
"Like you could," Harry smirked, "The way go guys fly? Give me a break!"
Draco's eyes flashed with anger but he smiled, "Hmmm you only wish,"
Ron glared at Malfoy, "Harry could out fly you any day!"
Draco raised his eyebrows, "I highly doubt that."
"You wanna go Malfoy?" Harry crossed his arms.
"Anytime, anyplace," said Draco, "Now if you excuse me I have to get going."
As he walked away Ron huffed, "Putz."