Your Father Won't Hear About This (Drarry)

The Hogwarts Train Experience

Ok, in case u haven't noticed I did a Draco POV and I will probably do that for almost every chapter unless it's third person. I want to do it that way and I hope you enjoy it more. Ok, ONWARD!

Draco's family, his mother and father including himself obviously, arrived at the Kings Cross Station thirty minutes earlier from 11:00. Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, carried Draco's trunks behind her.

When they reached the barrier Draco's parents simply walked through the barrier, Draco following hesitantly behind them.

Amazement flooded onto his face as he looked at his surroundings. The Hogwarts Express, and the people dressed in cloaks and tall pointy caps in all bright colors. Of course his mother had shown him pictures of the Hogwarts Express and the inside compartments with her and her friends from the school, so he knew it better. She had said that Hogwarts was her second home and that Draco may soon call it the same.

A loud whistle sounded and the train doors along the whole train automatically opened. Draco slowly turned to his parents to say goodbye before he headed onto the train. He cleared his throat awkwardly as his father came forward, gripping his shoulder tightly.

"Goodbye, father," Draco said gulping. What was his father going to say, advice or instructions?

"Draco," Lucius began, "you know a lot about the Wizarding World so I expect you to be the top in your year, no less or this will become a problem." Draco gulped again and nodded, understanding how much of a problem it would become. "Draco, you are a Malfoy and I expect as much." Draco nodded again.

"Also Draco, Draco? Draco look at me in the eye." Draco looked up for he was looking down and met Lucius's eyes. "Harry Potter may be at Hogwarts this year, there's no telling but he is your age so expect it. If he's there make sure you make his years there in Hogwarts miserable, make sure. He's nothing but trouble, I'm sure you'll figure that out soon enough."

Draco nodded again but was not particularly happy with this instruction, you should never assume things about people and he was sure his father had never even met Harry Potter but had of course heard things. So had Draco and they were pretty unsettling. The Harry Potter having to live with muggles after his parents were killed by the Dark Lord and the Dark Lord was killed by Harry Potter while all the 'boy who lived' got was a tiny scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead.

The whole Malfoy family, though, knows that the Dark Lord was not killed that night, only cast away into hiding to who knows where, horribly weakened.

Lucius's grip on Draco's shoulder was no longer there as he let go of his shoulder. Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy, headed forward and bent down so she was eye level to Draco.

"Now remember, Dragon," she started softly, "your bodyguards that are a great pair are already going to be on the train in a compartment waiting for you. You go find them sweetheart. Their names are Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. They are going to be your companions for your whole seven school years so treat them well but still know that they are your servants and are there to protect you so don't give them too much respect."

Draco nodded and he reached up and wiped a tear from his mother's eyes. She was crying just a little bit.

"I am finally seeing you do this, Dragon. These are happy tears so let me have them." Draco nodded as he turned to go but his mother pulled him back to say one last thing.