...I'm so. Sorry. I can't believe it has been NINE BLOODY MONTHS since I have updated. God, it's just both my laptops have broken down and we can't afford new one. Plus, I feel like I have literally no time for anything now, I go to school and have a job.

Anyway, enough of me! Thank you for all those who reviewed. Updates might be slow but I will do my best to FINISH THIS!

For Draco, September 1st couldn't have arrived any slower. The month it took after gathering his supplies seemed almost eternal in the eyes of the child.

Once September 1st finally arrived, Draco found himself in the middle of a muggle train station with his parents. He was astonished at the self-control they both had, he expected his father to sneer at every muggle in sight and although his mother was less hateful towards them he at least thought they would make a scene.

Of course, that didn't stop them from having a look of utter disgust on their faces...

Draco gave a quick good bye to his parents and then ran through a brick wall, crossing the barrier. His father already gave him a lecture on 'the proper conduct of a pureblood'. While he knew his father's views were quite biased, he didn't want to fallow them unless he knew for himself that it was true.

Finding an empty compartment near the back, he sat himself down and began to relax. The train wouldn't start for another half an hour, he knew he was expected to seek out other soon-to-be Slytherins but he didn't feel like being in the compony of other people at the moment.

"Especially when I'm already starting to get moody," Draco thought with a sour look on his face. He wasn't as far-gone to have any other symptoms, but the bad mood was always the first to show, it would get worse and worse until the Dark Days have passed and even then, it would linger afterwards.

He could control it to some extent, just not during the Dark Days...

Draco shook his head and closed his eyes, focusing on his own mind as he felt his Occlumency shields stand strong in defence of his thoughts. His Godfather assured him that while he wasn't close to mastering Occlumency yet, his mental shields were strong enough to ward off anyone wanting to take a peek or at least make it very difficult for a normal wizard with Legilimency to break through.

"But the Headmaster is no ordinary wizard." He thought worriedly. Although, he doubted the Headmaster dug deep into anyone's and everyone's head, he would have been found out by now if he did.

He was started out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of the compartment door slide open. Two figures he knew well stood in the doorway, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. The two were of a buckled structure but their mental capacity left much to be desired. Their parents were one of his father's favourite goons so he knew that they were expected to follow him as well. He didn't find they all that bad, but they were just...dull, and can't seem to think for themselves. Like they only believe what they are taught to because it's the only thing they know.

He stopped his musings to pay attention to said pair.

"Crabbe, Goyle." He greeted. Nodding to each.

"Malfoy." Crabbe greeted back. "We were looked for you, why did you sit so far back?" He asked.

"I just needed to be alone." Draco responded, hoping they would get the hint.

However, it seemed to have flew over their heads because Crabbe continued talking. "Why would you want that?" He frowned. "Anyway, we heard Harry Potter was in a compartment near the front! We should go check it out." Crabbe exclaimed, while Goyle nodded.

Draco's forehead furrowed in thought. He will admit (only to himself) that he was curious to see the Boy-Who-Lived, after all, who didn't want to see the boy who defeated one of the most powerful dark wizard in our time when he was just a baby? Well, no one was really sure it was Potter all along. Then again, his father would be expecting him to meet and "befriend" him. It would be harder to talk to him once he was sorted, too, especially if he was in a different house than he was.

Making a quick decision he promptly stood up and nodded. "Alright, show me where to find him."

The two lead him towards the front of the train, passing the trolley witch selling Honeyduke's candy they finally stopped in front of a small compartment. Straightening his shoulders, he stood in front of the other two and opened the compartment's door. There, in the centre of the floor sat two boys his own age, one with striking red hair and millions of freckles scattered across his face and another with dark black hair, deep green eyes and an iconic lightning scar on the side of his forehead. Both boys sat in the middle of various candy wrappers of all kinds. He analysed the two for a good two seconds before he began speaking.

"Is it true?" He asked looking directly at the raven haired boy. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So, it's you, isn't?"

"Yes," The younger boy said slowly, eyeing his two counterparts wearily. No doubt noticing their intimidating size despite not going through puberty yet.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said he introduced with carelessly tone. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

The forgotten red-head tried to cover a snigger with a cough. By the looks he was given by everyone in the room, it was obvious he wasn't doing a good job. Draco scowled. He didn't appreciate being ridiculed on top of all the annoyances he had today. Being close to his Dark Days definitely helped shorted his temper.

"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." He snapped.

The weasel's skin made an attempt to match his hair if the full-blown redness was anything to go by. The boy was quick to respond side eying Potter for only a second. "Yeah everyone knows the Malfoys are a family of biased prats that flaunt all the money they don't deserve. Some of You-Know-Who's best murderers." He sneered.

Draco saw red. How dare this stupid ignorant excuse for a wizard slander his family's name. He knew nothing about his family, or what his family had done or why they had done it. Oh, he knew well enough what other people thought of the Malfoys, the red head gave a pretty much summed up the first thing people think when the subject came to them. And he also knew, in a small part in the back of his mind, that his family isn't without their own faults.

That didn't make him less pissed off.

Or more forgiving.

Crabbe and Goyle shared an uncertain look while Draco fumed for a second, should they grab the weasel and make him pay for the insult or should they wait for orders from the blond in front of them? Before one of them either made a move to ask Draco was already focused on Weasley.

"Shut up Blood Traitor, you and your stupid family aren't really known for their thinking habits. I suppose that brains aren't everything. In fact, in your case they're nothing." He hissed.

He turned back to Harry, who looked more lost and confused than anything else. "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."

He finally held out his hand to him, waiting for the boy to take it.

Will Harry accept him, or reject him. Hmmm. Sorry for such a short chapter, I feel things will get sensitive now. I have nothing else to say so... PLEASE REVIEW!