Draco
Draco was finally leaving for Hogwarts. After eleven years of shady absence from his dad, due to meetings with the Dark Lord and all his followers, Draco was finally getting a break from the seemingly satanic lifestyle that had been forced upon him.
Or so he thought.
"If you get in any trouble, you know what happens," Lucius called to Draco as he barreled through the wall stationed three-quarters of the way between platforms nine and ten. He hadn't gotten the chance to respond with a polite "yessir", which was usually followed by an eye roll and mouthing off once he was facing the other direction. This time, he hadn't gotten the chance to assure his father that he was capable of staying focused at school. Otherwise, his father would make him become a death eater. That was the deal in the Malfoy household- you can do what you like, but if you screw up, the default was waiting hand and foot on the Dark Lord. Draco, even at eleven, understood the danger and immorality in such a career.
But Draco was not going to mess this up, and the best way to start off seven perfect years would be by not overthinking everything. He was on his own now, and he couldn't let his father get to him. He had to stay focused.
But how could be possibly stay focused with this boy across the train car just staring at him? His jet black hair was horribly messy, sticking up in all directions. And not to mention his smile- how was he not stressed out about going to Hogwarts, which would be the most important years in Draco's life, the years that would decide his future, as either a skilled wizard, or as a death eater. From the amount of times Draco's father had lashed out at him, the name "death eater" didn't seem very fitting.
This boy staring at him, grinning from ear to ear, this boy was unsettling. Draco shrugged it off and turned his back, not before flashing an irritated scowl at the boy. Draco, who was facing the window, could see the reflection of the black haired boy, now smirking at him. What the fuck was up with this kid?
And what even was his name? Not that it mattered, of course. Draco let it go and fell asleep on the train.
