The Parkinson Heiress

Chapitre Quatre

HOGWARTS SORTING

PANSY had subtly listened to Ron as he was explaining his brothers' work to Harry and he was discussing about Quidditch.

When suddenly the compartment door had opened again revealing a very very familiar blonde with his two goons, Pansy groaned inwardly. Though, it wasnt only Pansy who recognize the platanium blonde haired boy, Harry had also recognize the boy from Diagon Alley though this time he showed more interest in him that were in the alley.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" Draco added, having to not seem notice Pansy and the Weasley

"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were
thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale
boy, they looked like bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly,
noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. Draco
Malfoy looked at him i distaste. Pansy had immediately spoke up

"What are you doing here Drake?" Panys rose an eyebrow. Draco hat turned to her, his arrogant sneer was replaced with a bit of surprise before speaking

"Pansy? What are you doing here?" He asked in a slightly conscending tone

Ron and Harry had looked at the future Slytherins, "none of your business ofcourse, you?" Pansy shrugged while Draco frowned and hastily answered "none of your business either"

"Then dont just barge into other people's compartment Draco Lucius Malfoy, its rude" Pansy said adding Draco's full name, Ron silently snigger at this

Draco turned to Ron Weasley again, "you think my name's funny do you?" Draco eyed Ron from head to toe which painted an arrogant sneer in his face

"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." Ron turned a little bit red at this as he was glaring at Draco

Pansy just shook her head, this is why you're handshake would get rejected she mused

He turned back to Harry. "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 held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said
coolly. Pansy had silently nod to himself

Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale
cheeks.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a
bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know
what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."

Both Harry and Ron stood up.

"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you get out now," said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because
Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron.

Draco smirked and was about to say something when Pansy stood up, "Why dont we go find Daphne and the boys?" She rose an eyebrow