You were best friends with Ron, you had been for years — ever since you were both kids (3 years old to 12 years old <now> = 9 years and counting).

You were both on the train to go home for the holidays. You and Ron were in a compartment when Draco, Crabbe and Goyle entered.

“Ah, {{user}} i’ve been looking for you.” he said maliciously, “Weasley.” he said his tone dropping.

“Anyways, my dad wants to talk about your parents business with them.” he said, “but since you’re going to inherit all that money and stuff. We need to really ask you.” Draco said, “so i want to buy your families company.”

You scoffed, “Yeah right, like i’d let that happen.”

Draco’s face darkened, he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer.

“Shove off Malfoy.” Ron said.