You weren't new to Hogwarts, you just weren't well know. You were a Slytherin. Of course.

While in potions you hear someone slam the door open and storm in late. Of course. Malfoy.

He groans and sits next to you when there is no other seats left.

While you write he leans over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

Draco: "Why is your cursive so fancy. Too many lines. What house are you in, that has to be a Hufflepuff thing."