A couple of days passed and we were off to the train. I was used to this now. Once I was on the train, a guy came up to Harry and I.

"I hear the Potters are on the train. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." He held out it hand. I put my hand out and we shook. In my mind I thought 'He's cute and I'm probably making a complete fool out of myself.' But I replied anyway trying to keep the hesitation out of my voice

"I'm Potter, Jaycee Potter" I said trying to mimic him "people call me Jay though."

"Nice to meet you" Draco answer.

My brother was silent sitting with a brunette and a ginger. The train took off and Draco sat down next to me. He looked at the ginger and opened his mouth to talk.

"My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford...You'll soon find out some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand once more but this time it wasn't shaken.

"No thanks." said Harry. He continues talking to the Weasley and the brunette.

I got up to leave. I could sense tension and I wasn't about to get caught in the middle. I walk over to the next compartment. Surprisingly, Draco did the same. He an I talked for half the ride. We talked about our brooms and mudbloods and the houses. Then there was an awkward silence. I have the tendency to blurt out what's on my mind and that usually doesn't end in my favour.

"I think you're cute and nice but this probably isn't the best time to tell you and I don't want to ruin what little friendship we have " I said really fast.

With that my cheeks were red and I walked out. And sat by myself. A few minutes later Draco walked in.

"You really mean it?"

"I mean, it's really awkward considering we just met and all but, yea."

"Ok, well, we've got to change into our robes so I'll tell you my answer then." He grabbed his robes and walked out.

"Ok." I said faintly. Went to the bathroom and changed. I went back to the compartment and sat down across from him. We sat like that until we arrived at the school. He never gave me his answer.

'He just doesn't know how to answer it, that's all.' I kept reminding myself.