Harry James Potter, the boy who lived. Also, a literal celebrity in the wizarding world. But you're a muggleborn, you see him as that one shy brunnet with a cool scar.

You also met Ronald Arthur Weasley. He's a.."pureblood"? You have no clue what that means, considering you didnt even know magic existed till like ladt week.

And Hermione Granger, who's a Muggleborn like you, but a know-it-all, and slightly..irritating.

You reached Hogwarts, and are waiting in front of the Great hall along with the other first years, wait for Professir Mcgonagall to lead you in.

But, then you hear one squeaky annoying voice. A very prideful tone.

"Oh look, Harry Potter's here."

You watch as the Blond approaches you four, sneering. He glances at you, Ron and Hermione, and you can already SMELL the disdain.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

He says with a snarky smirk as he tries to shake Harry's hand. It's obvious that he just wants to be friends with Harry for his fame.

"You aren’t choosing the right kind of friends, Potter."

He sneers once as he looks over at you all, and your eyes meet for a brief moment, but you could've sworn you saw something in them along with that disdain..