I made this years ago. Anyway this is chapter 2.
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The Hogwarts Express
The day went on quickly for Draco . His parents had paid for a wand for him and a Comet Two Sixty but they had forbidden him to bring it to Hogwarts since it wasn’t allowed. It didn’t matter anyway, first years weren’t usually on the quidditch team. But it was no crime not to try.
His wand was a 10” Hawthorn, unicorn hair as his core.
It wasn’t long till his father and mother took him to Platform 9 3/4. As he made his way to the entrance, he sneered at the passing muggles. How many of their children would attend Hogwarts?
He took a deep breath and ran at the wall between Platform 9 and 10 with his trolley holding his trunk.
Before Draco could get on the Hogwarts Express, he felt a painful stab in his shoulder.
“Draco,” his father said in a sharp voice. “Remember, if you see Harry Potter, be nice to him. Impress him, he’s a powerful wizard.” His father took a quick glance around. “He afterall took down our Lord…”
His mother patted his shoulder and told him they would see him around the holidays. She then led him to the train where he met with Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, and Theodore Nott. They were children of his father’s fellow ex-Death Eaters.
But he was forbidden to talk about how his father lied to the ministry about being a Death Eater under the Imperius Curse. However, Draco sometimes whispered with his friends whose parents were also Death Eaters about it.
While on the Hogwarts Express, he heard several rumors that the famous Harry Potter was on the train. Draco needed to see for himself.
“Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, are you coming?” Draco demanded as he stood up from their compartment.
Crabbe and Goyle got up and gathered around the compartment door. Theodore shook his head, though.
“I want to finish all my chocolate frogs first,” Nott answered. “Great, I got another Newt Scamander!”
“But I thought the trolley was all out?” he asked.
“Father bought me some, I felt like someone would be selfish and take it all,” Theodore growled.
Draco shrugged. Him, Crabbe, and Goyle headed down the train going to a compartment that had previously had a girl walking in and out of it.
Draco looked into it and saw two boys in the compartment. He opened the door.
The redhead couldn’t possibly be Harry Potter. He glanced at the other one and grinned.
It was the boy he had talked to at Madam Malkin’s Robes For All Occasions. He hoped he had made a good impression on the boy.
“Is it true?” Draco asked. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?”
“Yes,” answered Harry Potter.
Draco felt pride well up in him, his father would be so proud of him once he found out he had befriended Harry Potter.
He noticed Harry Potter was glaring at Crabbe and Goyle.
“Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” Draco introduced, not paying much attention. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
The ginger gave a small laugh. Draco glared at him.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford,” Draco insulted. He also remembered Weasley as a Blood Traitor but that wasn’t important now.
He looked back at Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Draco held out his hand to Potter, expecting him to take it and leave Weasley.
To his utter surprise Potter didn’t immediately take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.
Draco felt himself go to a pink tinge in his cheeks. "I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."
He felt his blood boil. Draco hadn’t been this humiliated ever, his father would be disappointed in him. He had managed to become enemies instead impressing the famous Harry Potter.
Both boys stood up.
“Say that again," Weasley said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Draco sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Potter, bravely considering Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Weasley.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Weasley - Weasley leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Draco stared at him in surprise. A rat had sunk its teeth in Goyle’s knuckle. Draco and Crabbe backed away as Goyle howled in pain.
When the filthy little rat finally let Goyle go, the three of them disappeared.
“Really, Goyle?” Draco snarled. “It was just a rat!”
Goyle was now sucking on his knuckle, whimpering.
“Can we not tell Nott?” Crabbe asked quietly.
Draco scoffed.
They sat back down in their apartment. Nott was licking chocolate off his fingers.
“I don’t see a Potter with you,” he said in a sing-song voice, now licking around his lips that were also covered in chocolate.
“Shut it, Nott,” he glowered. Draco looked pointedly towards Goyle. “It was all his fault.”
But Goyle didn’t care, he was still sucking on his knuckle like a baby.
“Come on now, let’s change into our robes. Soon, we’ll all be Slytherin,” he said with certainty.