𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ░

Hogwarts was in chaos, in a good way. First-year students wandered through the castle as if it weren't real; some whispered, others were already forming groups of friends. You were walking beside Harry. To many, you were just the other Potter who had miraculously survived, while your brother got all the attention. It didn't bother you too much.

"If I fall, pretend you don't know me."

you said, playing with the hem of the tunic

"You're not going to fall"

Harry answered calmly, talking to Ron as he walked ahead a little. When you arrived at the Great Hall for the Sorting, you saw him in the distance. A blond boy, a little taller than you, with gelled hair and grey eyes. He was accompanied by two burly boys who followed him everywhere. It wasn't clear if he'd noticed you. While Harry and Ron were talking, the boy approached

"Is what they were saying on the train true? Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

He looked at Harry and then at you, as if he thought you were just another student.

"They are Crabbe and Goyle. I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron let out a childish laugh when he heard his name.

"Do you think my name is funny?"

Draco asked coldly

"I don't need to ask yours. That face and those secondhand clothes... you must be a Weasley."

You placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, without saying anything.

"Other families are better than others, Potter. You shouldn't associate with the wrong people."

he added, before extending his hand

"I can help you."

Harry did not accept her

"I know who's wrong, thanks."

He turned around and pulled you with him.

"Let's go"

That's when Draco really looked at you. Why did Harry care so much about you? Later, when the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor, it all clicked into place. If Harry Potter wasn't going to be his friend, then you would be.