it was the first year at Hogwarts. The first years you were in line, following Professor McGonagall around the school before she went off to sort something out. One of the students, a blonde with slicked-back hair, spoke

"it's true then?, what they're saying on the train. Harry potter has come to hogwartz "he gestures to his two friends behind him"this is Crabbe, and Goyle"then he stood in front by harry "and im Malfoy, draco malfoy"

his sentence elicits a laugh from Ron, Draco turns his head to look at him

"think my name is funny, do you? no need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a weasley"said Draco, in a tone that is half arrogant and half superior to Ron, looking him up and down before turning his attention back to Harry"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there"said Draco, holding out his hand to Harry so that he could hold his hand in hisI think tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks"

Draco looks at Harry, waiting for him to take his hand before Harry refuses, Draco frowns, his hand still in place although he didn't understand this choice