When Draco entered the train, he had no idea what to do with himself. He turned around to wave at his parents, but they were already long gone. He dried his eyes and held on to his suitcase. He needed to pull himself together now. He was 11, god damn it. And he was going on a journey that he couldn't miss.

He didn't really want to sit with strangers, so he looked for an empty room to be in - which there didn't really seem to be. So he probably had to sit with people.

He looked around for somebody who looked nice. His eyes caught some guy with black bushy hair sitting alone in a room, but the second after, a red-haired boy walked in there and closed the door after him, so he didn't want to disturb.

They probably knew each other already.

Everyone here probably knew each other already.

Except from him.

He sighed and was about to give up and sit in the hallway, when he noticed a chubby boy staring at him from one of the rooms. His mouth was wide open, and behind him another boy peeked over his shoulder with an amazed look in his eye.

Draco coulnd't help but laugh at them, but ended up deciding this was probably the best place to go, so he picked up his suitcase and walked to the room, the two boys following his every move. Without a word he sat on the other side of the room. They were still staring at him and it was actually getting a bit creepy.

"Hi" was all he could manage to say, pathetic as he was. They just kept staring.

"Y-you're a Malfoy, right?" the chubby one squirked.

"Yes, I am Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you!" he said and reached out his hand. They both grabbed it imediately, as if they had a race about who could touch him first.

"I-I'm Gregory Goyle, and this is Vincent Crabbe" the other guy said and shook his hand very eagerly. Crabbe and Goyle. Draco was sure he had heard those names before. He was actually pretty sure his dad had mentioned their names before.

"But how do you know who I am?" Draco asked, still puzzled.

"Oh, your dad is over us in the group" Crabbe said, "That's why we would always recognize a Malfoy to know who to lie under" he continued, all the time shaking Draco's hand like a ketchup bottle.

Lie under? What the fuck was this supposed to mean?

But, oh well, his mom and dad had always build their relationship on power, so he was probably supposed to do the same here. He didn't know any other way of doing it.

"Well, know your place, then!" He said and tried to look as manly and powerful as possible, like his father. Crabbe and Goyle immediately let go of his hand.
"Of course, sire" Goyle and Crabbe said in unison. Now they were just sitting there staring at him, all the time smiling like maniacs. It was getting really creepy, so Draco decided to ease the trip with a nap. He didn't know how much these two stalkers were worth as friends, but they were better than nothing.

He woke up when the train stopped. Crabbe and Goyle were already standing up, Goyle carrying Draco's suitcase.

"No, you really don't have to-" he started, but then looked down and realized he hadn't changed his clothes yet. He would have to change to his ropes before entering Hogwarts, other ways it would be awkward.

"I need that!" he said, and grabbed his suitcase out of Goyle's hand.

"And cover me!" He whispered over his shoulder. The boys must have understood what was happening, so they covered in the doorway and started to chit-chat.

"Hey, Crabbe, have you seen any mudbloods yet?" Goyle asked casually.

"Well, Goyle, I haven't seen anyone with mud all over their face, if that's what you mean" he mumbled.

"Other subjects, please" Draco hissed while jumping to get the pants on.

"Eh... okay... the weather is... nice?" Crabbe stumbled over the words while looking awkwardly out the window.

"It's foggy out there, you dumbass. The weather is shitty." Goyle almost yelled, drawing a little bit too much attention.

"You two are incredible" Draco said and laughed as he turned around to close his suitcase. As soon as it was closed, Crabbe grabbed it, receiving a cold stare from Goyle. Draco just laughed even harder, and they started to make it out of the train. Maybe these two weren't the worst friends after all, even though they were creepy. We were the last ones to come out of the train, and we recieved an annoyed look from the conductor, as we waved at him and ran after the other students, who were already at the boats that were supposed to sail us to Hogwarts.

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The weather was cold and foggy, like Goyle had said. Quite shitty, actually. Draco looked around for the boy with the bushy hair, but it was impossible to see anything in this darkness. He could barely see Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting right in front of him, still staring at him. But then, suddenly, lights started to appear in the darkness - and there it was. Hogwarts. It was big, and with plenty of windows with light in them. It was almost like looking at the stars.

"This is the best school to go to, because it has the best headmaster" Goyle said and snorted.

"I heard he's gay" Crabbe said after a while.

"Eugh!" Goyle said with disgust in his face.

"That can't be true. Nobody with such a talent as Dumbledore is gay" he continued and whiped his hand over his dripping nose. Draco didn't know what to say about this, due to that he didn't know much about gay people. Or actually, just people in general. But he had heard about Dumbledore, Lucius mentioned him often. Apparently he's a very powerful and wise man, and if you have power, people probably don't care if you're gay or not.

"What do you think, Draco?" Goyle asked, making puppy eyes, probably to make him part with him. He didn't want to party with any with any of them, honestly, so he just shrugged and looked back at Hogwarts. They were almost there.

"Here's what I think" he started, and both of them were sitting on ballpens, all their attention drawn to Draco.

"I think Hogwarts looks amazing" he continued and laughed. After a few seconds Crabbe and Goyle laughed with him, but it was the fakest laugh he had ever heard. They probably just wanted to stay friends with him, and he wouldn't stop them in that.

A few minutes later they boarded at Hogwarts and was lead to the dining hall by a Professor McGonagall. When they arrived, they had to wait outside. Apparently the older classes were already in there but they couldn't get in yet. He didn't really feel like talking to the two creeps following him, they were just staring at him anyway, so he started to look around. His eyes floated over thousands of people, all murmuring about how they missed home or how glad they were to get away and that kind of stuff.

And then he saw him.

His eyes fixed on the black bush again. He was just standing there with two other people, the red head who walked into his room before Draco could, and a girl with, to be honest, a rather ugly face, but it was covered by her wild, fierce hair.

He studied his face, rather pretty, his eyes beautiful, green, it was almost as if they cut through the room, and that's when he saw it.

The scar.

The lightning scar.

This was it. This was Harry Potter. The boy who lived. Overwhelmed, Draco could barely stand on his feet, but Crabbe and Goyle didn't notice anything - they were discussing what food they were going to get in there.

Draco's eyes were swelling, and his head was spinning around.

His idol, standing right in front of him. Crabbe and Goyle noticed something was happening and looked in Draco's direction.

"That's Harry Potter" Crabbe whispered. Draco just nodded, not taking his eyes off him for a second.

"But who are the ones he's standing with?" he asked, lacking of breath.

"That red head guy must be a Weasley. And that girl is Hermione Granger. She's a mudblood."Goyle whispered a bit too loud.

Draco slowly started walking towards them. He had this second decided to break a rule, and to follow a rule. He was going to talk to Harry Potter, no matter what. And he was going to stay away from mudbloods, and save Harry from them.

Because he needed to get Harry to himself.

He needed Harry to himself, and if that girl Granger was out of the way it might make it a bit easier. He straightened himself up, took a deep breath and casually walked towards Harry and the two others. Not knowing what happened, an energy rush suddenly kicked in as he walked close and closer. When he arrived he was completely under control and ready to take the world

- but then Harry turned around.

Their eyes met, and suddenly he froze.

Harry's eyes were kind, but still intense and wild, in some way he couldn't describe. It was as if the green in his eyes were spitting out through his glasses and floating into his own eyes. It was indescribable, yet incredible.

"Hi" Harry said, and reached out a hand. Draco just awkwardly waved until he noticed the hand and grabbed it.

"H-harry Potter, right?" he mumbled. Harry nodded and smiled awkwardly.

"Well..." Draco started, and took a deep breath.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy. I see that you're on my league, so why don't you come with me and I'll help you find some real friends?" on my league? What the actual fuck did he just say? He shouldn't have said that. He so shouldn't have said that.

"Well, I'm sorry, Draco Malfoy" Harry said, letting go of his hand.

"But even if I'm on your league, I think i can decide who are the real friends and who aren't."

The three of them turned around and walked away from Draco, leaving him standing there like an idiot. Crabbe and Goyle just stood there in the background, apparently not understanding what just happened.

He just got turned down. By his idol. This was a bad start of the year. This was a very bad start indeed. He just turned around, shrugged at Crabbe and Goyle like nothing happened, but inside he was crying. He wanted to go to his room, but he didn't have one yet. God damn it. So instead he just stood there and let Crabbe and Goyle stare all they wanted.

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Soon, the doors were finally opened. All the first years were put up in rows and were called up one by one to be placed into a house by the sorting hat. All the older students were staring at them, and it was actually getting quite annoying. He just wanted to go up there, be sorted into his house and get this overwith.

As the pupils were called up one by one, he looked around the room. The dining hall was enormous, and the roof was as if transparent, but still solid. You could see the stars outside, the cloudy skies, but it wasn't cold. You could actually enjoy the beauties of the nighttime without being cold. Amazing. It was like magic - which it probably was. Everything here was magic. That's what Draco loved so much about it. As he thought about how he would spend the next 7 years in this place he couldn't help but smile. Crabbe and Goyle were probably staring at him weirdly, but he didn't really care that much right now. He just wanted to take the moment to enjoy the beauty of magic.

He was just about to reach for the roof, just to try and touch it, even though he was no near tall enough to reach it (nobody in there was, not even the grown-ups, this was a damn high rooftop, how were they even able to build this room? Oh yeah, magic) when his attention was drawn to the sorting hat.

The Granger girl was up there. Her fiery hair was almost covering her freckled face as she sat down on the chair, looking concentrated as if this was an exam or something. Stupid little girl. Somehow, Draco already hated her like hell.

"GRYFFINDOR" the sorting hat yelled, and the girl jumped up and down and looked like she was about to die of happiness. Why did it even mean so much what house you get into? Draco knew that Lucius wanted him to get into Slytherin, but he honestly didn't care that much for it himself. All he wanted was really to be able to be somehow near Harry and try to make it up to him. He had to. It was Harry Freaking Potter - the boy who lived - he couldn't be on bad foot with him. That was a no go.

Next up was the Weasley boy. He looked like an awkward dork - which he was, to be honest. He also got sorted into Gryffindor, and he ran down to that Granger girl like she was the love of his life. They actually suited each other, somehow. In their own, dorky way.

And then it was Harry. Harry Potter.

Draco's stare intensified as Harry walked to the sorting hat. He looked quite nervous, like he was going to puke or something. Draco had to struggle to keep himself from running up there, hugging him and never letting go. As he sat down in the chair, their eyes met for a short second. Like a green flash. Draco had to blink to focus again. The hat was placed on Harry's head. But somehow it took longer that it had with the others. Harry was mumbling something, but Draco couldn't read what. (Note to self: learn lip reading.) Draco couldn't even focus on what was going on around him anymore. But in the end, the hat yelled Gryffindor.

Fuck.

This meant that Draco would have to get sorted into Gryffindor to split Harry from his other friends. His eyes still followed Harry as he walked, apparently relieved, to Weasley and Granger. He just had to get into Gryffindor.

Without even noticing, Draco's feet started moving towards the sorting hat as his name was yelled, maybe because Crabbe and Goyle casually started pushing him forward. He shook his head and drew his eyes away from Harry for the first time in like half an hour.

The path to the sorting hat was longer than he had expected, and everybody was staring at him so he just tried to walk as fast as he could without getting eye contact. If only he had had a hoodie to pull up, that would've been so much easier than this. As he sat down on the chair, he closed his eyes t0 avoid all the people out there. They weren't there. It was just him and the sorting hat. And Harry. The hat was placed on his head, and he started concentrating. Maybe he could influence where he was placed.

"Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor" he silently started mumbling. The hat laughed.

"Oh trust me, boy, you're not a Gryffindor" it said, as if it was making fun of him.

"SLYTHERIN!" it yelled the second after. Damn it. Apparently all Malfoys really were Slytherins. Well, if that was the case, he didn't want to be a Malfoy. Almost crying, he stood up as soon as the hat was removed from his head. (He had almost been tempted to run out, still wearing the hat, just to get out of the room as soon as possible) His feet moved fast, and he headed straight for a way out, but everything was blocked by students, so he ended up just sitting with the other Slytherins as he was supposed to. This was horrible. He wanted to get out of this room. Away from all the people, just to be alone. He wanted to go to his room.

Without thinking he let his eyes flee over the room, away from the people that were making friends at his table, he didn't want anything to do with those folks. As expected, his eyes landed on the black bushy hair. Harry wasn't looking Draco's way, but he could still see his eyes anyway. You couldn't ever forget that color, even if you tried.

Crabbe and Goyle came sitting beside him (fighting about who should be right next to him, incredibly enough), so apparently they got sorted into Slytherin as well. This meant he couldn't get whit of them. Hiding a sigh, he just looked at them quickly and nodded before he went back to the one man staring contest.

He was going to win him over.

He could win him over, even though they were not in the same house. He could win him over.

Fuck Weasley and Granger.

He could win him over, and he was going to. A slight smile spread upon his lips, and he didn't even try to hide it. The last thing Draco saw of Harry before his view was blocked was his eyes. He had been looking at him and they had had eye contact for a second before it was interrupted.

Just a flash.

A flash of Harry.

A flash of green.