"Slytherin, huh? Guess you're stuck with me..."

Chapter One: The Introduction

A warm breeze rustles my hair. The setting sun casts a perfect golden light through the windows of the train, and for a moment I am out of the present, only focusing on the feeling of light and warmth surrounding me. I'm doing it, it's almost time. My brief moment of comfort is interrupted by someone shoving me out of their way. Some kids with red hair and copious amounts of luggage push past and onto the train. I sigh, grab the handles of my suitcases, and move off the platform onto the train marked "Hogwarts Express". This is it, my first step in the direction of a new life. 

After finally finding an empty car, I close the door and set my bags down. I release a deep breath and grab the book I'm currently reading: "Wuthering Heights". Something to know about me is that I always carry two books with me. I do this in case one of my books gets borrowed, lost, or if it doesn't fit the mood of the situation I'm in, I can always read my backup book. Right now, it's "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte and "The Kingdom and the Power" by Gay Talese. Anyways, I had only finished three more pages when I heard the door to the car open. Whoever had just entered said "These seats taken?" I had no intention of interrupting my place in the book, so I just shook my head and kept reading. The person, presumably male from the deep voice, was staring at me. I could see his bleach-blond hair from above the top of my book; it stayed still while I read. Finally, the stranger broke the stiff silence. "Well, aren't you going to say something? Normal people introduce themselves to people they don't know. You should take your nose out of that book and tell me your name." I scoffed. He had an snooty tone, one that made it clear he came from a wealthy family who wouldn't know kindness if it hit them in the back of the head. From his "introductory" lines, I felt like I knew everything about him. "Juneau. My name is Juneau," I replied without moving my eyes from the page. "I didn't need to look up to tell you that." He stood up, hopefully to leave. "You need to be careful," he sneered, coming closer to me. "Do you know who I am? I would watch what I said around me if I were you. My family are some very powerful people." By this point, I was heating up. Who is he to talk to me like this? I could feel my face getting red and splotchy, and for the first time, I closed my book. "No, for your information, I do not know who you are. I'm a transfer from East Lane High. I don't know anyone, and for the first conversation I've had with anyone from this school, I'd say it's not going well. As for you coming in here and talking to me like that, regardless of who you are or what rich family you come from, I don't appreciate it. So either be nicer, shut up and let me read, or leave." 

He stood there as still as a stone, and I finally got a chance to see who I was venting to. His hair was platinum blond (it couldn't be natural). He had on a black, tight, knit sweater and fitted corduroy pants with shiny, black boots. Well-dressed to say the least, and he wasn't afraid to show it. Along with a couple of rings and a pristine silver watch, all he was missing was a big sign that reads "I'M RICH!". He was obvious. As for a facial description, his features were contorted in a puzzled way that showed no one had stood up to him before. Besides the obvious anger and puzzlement, his features were very close to perfect. The best way I can describe him is like a Greek god or the statue of David. Very stone-like, his nose and chin looked like they were hand-crafted to fit the mold of the perfect man. 

He softens a little and takes a seat next to me, moving my bags out of his way. "You said you were new? Transferring from a common grade school?" Wow, sudden change of heart? Not likely.  I bet he has something up his sleeve. I played along nevertheless. "Yeah, I'm a seventh year. I don't know anything else about the school except for the list of required items. I brought a cat." The boy stared at me, his expression a mix of confusion, wonder, and something else I couldn't place. "Interesting. My name is Draco. Draco Malfoy. I'm a Slytherin, and if you have any common sense, you'd accept my kindness as a favor. You don't want to fall in with the wrong crowd." God, was he an ass. I contemplated telling him to leave me alone, but I thought about how this was technically the only person I knew at a school that we were rapidly approaching. "Fine, I'll accept it. What's a Slytherin?" He rolled his eyes and mentioned something about a "sorting hat" and a "ceremony". I had completely zoned out. When I regained focus, he was talking about the long line of Malfoys that had been Slytherins. The train was also stopped and people were getting off. I hopped off the train and stood staring at the huge amount of property in front of me. We got to the school and I felt completely overwhelmed. Draco started walking away. "If you hurry up, I'll show you the ropes. But be quick and listen well because I am not repeating myself," he called back to me. I gathered up my belongings and jogged toward him. And so it began: my first night at Hogwarts.