Draco smirked wider at his doting mother. Of course she loved him. His father was a different story.
A raven haired boy with wide green eyes burst through to the platform, and Draco was transfixed. He watched him for awhile and decided to talk to him.
'Hello. I'm Draco Malf-' He was cut off from the look on his face.
'You don't need to feel sorry for me. Or talk to me. I get it. I'm the chosen one or whatever.' With that, he brushed his hair out of his eyes, quickly followed by his ginger companion. Huh. Well, Draco always liked a challenge.
'See you around, Potter.'
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100 word stories
Historia CortaYou have 100 words, use them wisely. Use for good, for evil, for love, for slytherin, for gryffindor or anything you want. No smut. Yes swearing, but not excessively. All credit will be given to rightful writer!
