DRACO’S POINT OF VIEW
Standing on the Hogwarts Express amidst of the bustle of students, I felt overly left out after being invited back for a period of time to stay at Hogwarts by Professor McGonagall. Hopefully I would not be the only nineteen year old back to do seventh year again.
Squinting through the steam, I was pretty sure I could see Potty and his mates laughing loudly at some joke. It was unbelievable how Granger could stand to be caught hanging out with gits like them. And to be honest, a girl as pretty as her should be in Slytherin house, minus the filthy blood.
‘Hey, Draco!’ a voice called to me from a couple of metres away.
I turned around and groaned inwardly.
‘Draco!’ pouted Pansy Parkinson as she ran towards me, ‘I was wondering if you would be back this year! I haven’t seen you in six weeks, two hours and twenty-three seconds! Can’t you imagine how many parties we can hold in the commonroom again! Oh my God, and Draco....’
I had zoned out of her chattering once I saw who was boarding the train. Granger. Holding hands with the Weasel.
I started towards the train, but not before I spotted Potter with his girlfriend. Why did the gits get all the good girls? Life is soooo unfair.
