Draco watched Hermione close the door. He was astonished, no one had ever made him feel so, well, excited. He didn't understand exactly what had just happened. He did, however, take her advice and walked down two compartments, then looked inside the left one.

There he was. Jet-black hair, with bright green eyes. His scar was hidden by the mop of hair that hung down his forehead. He had round glasses and wore big, baggy clothing that didn't seem to be his own. He was talking to a redhead boy who sat across from him.

Draco was somewhat disappointed. He thought that one of the most famous wizards in the world would look rich, elegant, and mighty. But here was a boy that looked like he had climbed out of a dumpster. However, he would be famous no matter what he looked like. Draco slid the door open and stepped in the compartment

Harry Potter looked up at him as he entered through the door. The redhead boy stood up, his face turning as red as his hair.

"So it's true," Draco said as he took another step into the compartment, with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. "Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts. I thought you were older than me."

Harry looked taken aback at Draco. "Who are you, and how do you know my name."

Draco smirked. "How do I know you're name? You're only one of the most famous wizards in the world. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He turned his head to the redhead boy. "What're you doing here?"

The redhead boy blushed again, then said, "I'm Ron Weasley. I couldn't find another compartment."

Draco smirk got larger on his face. "Oh, I know who you are, Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You're obviously a Weasley." Ron's face turned even redder with anger as he faced Malfoy. Draco turned his head to Harry. "You can do better than to mess with his sort, poor wizards who insult the name of pure-bloods. I can help you there." He held his hand out to Harry.

Harry frowned at the outstretched hand before him, then quickly turned his gaze up to Draco. "I think I can find the right sort for myself, thanks."

Draco put his hand down and flashed an angry look at him. "You've made a big mistake, Potter." He advanced on him when suddenly there was a howl. Turning around, he saw that a large rat had bit Crabbe's finger, and was holding on with his teeth for dear life. Crabbe kept howling as he flung his finger all around. Finally, the rat let go. Draco turned red and said to Crabbe and Goyle, "C'mon, let's go. He turned and shoved Crabbe and Goyle through the door, and pushed past them. He began to angrily march towards his compartment when once again, he bumped in Hermione Granger.

She stumbled back, and he grabbed her arm so she wouldn't fall. Looking up at him she flushed bright red. "Oh, it's you again." She took her arm out of Draco's grip and grabbed a book she had dropped on the floor. "I've just been helping a boy look for his toad. Have you seen it?"

Draco stared down at her, then recovered himself. "No, I haven't, sorry."

"Well, if you do, please bring it to my compartment, Neville, the one who lost his toad, is in there, looking for him."

"I will." Hermione pushed past Draco and his two followers as she headed down the corridor, looking under seats and doors.

Draco finally turned around after watching her and kept heading to his compartment. When he had sat down on his seat, he heard a raspy, female voice over the speakers of the train. "Students, we will be arriving at Hogwarts in 15 minutes. If you do not have your robes on, please put them on now."

Draco turned and opened his trunk. Pulling out his black robe, he pulled it over his head. Like the tailor had said, it fit perfectly, hanging right above his ankles. He sat down and began to ponder what the large school had in store for him.