A Match Made In Hell - Draco Malfoy

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"And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

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• Y/N POV •

Standing next to my father, I stared at the copious amounts of children boarding the Hogwarts Express, butterflies swarming in my stomach out of both nervousness and excitement. Today was the day I would arrive at Hogwarts, and it felt surreal.

"You'll do fine, sweetheart," said Father, as if he could sense how anxious I was. "Now go on, you don't want to miss the train."

I turned to him, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist for a goodbye hug, making him hug back. I pulled away from him, grabbing everything that I needed.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, too. I'll see you at Christmas. Oh, and don't forget to write to me when you get sorted into Slytherin," he half-teased.

"Of course," I smiled and waved goodbye to him. "Bye, dad."

He smiled and waved back as I began making my way towards the train.

As I boarded the train, I realized how much people there actually were. Children were running up and down the train isles, and I rolled my eyes at how childish and immature they were being.

I finally found myself an empty compartment and sat down. After straightening my posture, I pulled out my literature book that I had brought with me and started reading.

Suddenly, three boys appeared at the entrance of the compartment I was in. One of the boys had slicked-back blond hair, and was rather handsome. The other two boys had brown hair and were both fairly taller than the blond boy.

"Oh, there's someone in here," the blond boy said, not bothering to hide his disappointment. He sighed before speaking again, "Do you mind if we sit here? All the other bloody compartments are full."

"I suppose," I shrugged, inspecting my manicured nails. "As long as you're not one of those vexatious people that just complain about how long the ride is the entire time," I rolled my eyes. "I don't think I'd be able to deal with it."

The boy looked slightly taken aback at first, but a smirk quickly formed upon his face.

"Feisty, are we? I think you and I might just get along," he said as he sat across from me, the other two boys sitting next to him.

"This is Crabbe, and Goyle," he said, sticking his hand out to me. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

I've heard of the Malfoys before. Father's told me about them. He says that they're a lot like our family; wealthy and eminent. Lucius Malfoy, like my father, is high up in the ranks of the Ministry. My father's ranked higher, of course.

"Y/N Evergreen," I shook his hand before gesturing to the other two boys who have stayed silent this entire time, "Do they speak?"

Draco ignored my question, looking at me with wide eyes. "It's really you? Oh, it's an honor to meet you. I've heard incredible stories about your family."

I smiled proudly.

Before I could reply, I heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the compartment, "Y/N?"