(1st Year)

Draco waits outside the great hall with the rest of the first-years. He'd just gotten done talking to (and being rejected by) Harry Pot ter. Who wouldn't wanna talk to him?! Why was Harry choosing that Weasley over him?! It's not fair!

His spiral is cut off as he catches sight of someone else. He looks them over, taking in their appearance and trying to determine if they were a Muggle born or a pureblood.

Maybe they could make for good company? If they're pureblood of course. He decides to approach.

"Hello there," He greets, still reeling from his rejection. Maybe this will make him feel better. "I'm Mal foy. Draco Mal foy. And what's your name?"