I was not at all worried about my journey to Hogwarts on September 1st. I read up exactly what I needed to do that day, and managed to get onto Platform 9 and 3/4 perfectly fine. My parents dropped me off at the train station and walked with me to the train - they didn't want to miss seeing me off on my first trip away from them in my whole life.
I kissed my parents goodbye as I boarded the train with my trunk. The amount of students on the train was amazing. There were the older students, talking about the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s they faced that year, there were students with joke products, setting off the sorts of Firecrackers through the different compartments. There were a range of different pets on board - toads, owls and cats were just a few. I was really hoping that one day my parents would let me have a pet too.
There were also a lot of students like me - new first year students, excited to start at the school. I spotted one first year boy sat on his own in a compartment, so I decided to join him.
"Is it okay if I sit here?" I asked him as I entered the compartment, pointing at the seat next to him.
"Of course." The boy said, jumping up to help me with my trunk. "My name is Neville Longbottom, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Neville. I'm Hermione Granger."
A few more students came into our compartment but both me and Neville were too busy talking about our backgrounds to notice. Even though we both had different backgrounds - him being Pureblood and me being a Muggle born - we were both very similar. Neville had only recently discovered his magical abilities, just like me, so he was not as experienced at magic like others, just like me.
All of a sudden, Neville jumped up from his seat.
"Trevor! Has anyone seen my toad Trevor!?" Neville exclaimed.
"You have a toad!? No, I haven't seen him." I answered.
"I need to find him! My grandmother will kill me if she finds out that I've lost him".
So while the other students in our compartment searched in there for Trevor, me and Neville decided to search the rest of the train. We split up - I headed to one end of the train while Neville headed in the complete other direction.
I walked into one compartment and completely forgot why I was there. All I could notice was the blonde haired boy sat near the window...
Our conversation on the train was the dullest I had ever seen - Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Parkinson were definitely the most boring people I had ever met.
Which is why I was glad when the door to our compartment opened, and in walked the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I could not keep my eyes off of her.
"Has anyone seen a toad?" She asked. "My friend has lost one."
Everyone else ignored her, so I thought I should answer her.
"No we haven't. But we'll keep an eye out and let you know if we see anything." I replied, smiling at her.
She smiled back and, even though I didn't want her to, she left our compartment, closing the door behind her.
"What a bitch." Pansy sneered as I watched the girl walk further down the train.
"She just asked a question, Pansy." I snapped at her.
"Does anyone know who she is?" Blaise asked, as he began to open a chocolate frog.
"Why does that matter?" I asked as I continued to watch the girl.
Everyone else in the compartment gasped, shocked at what I had said.
"If no one has heard of her, then it means she's not Pureblood. We can't associate ourselves with Half-bloods and Mudbloods. They're dirty." Pansy explained.
"So what if she's a Muggle-born? Doesn't mean she's not a nice person." I said.
"Your father will kill you, Draco." Blaise said simply.
He had a point. My father would actually kill me. He had always raised me to believe Purebloods to be superior, and that is the belief that I had to show the outside world. It's what they expected of me.
So we went back to our previous boring conversation until we reached the end of our train journey. Like the other First Years, we followed that oaf Rubeus Hagrid to take the boats over the lake to the castle ready for the Sorting.
I spotted the girl straight away - anyone as beautiful as her could not hide very easily. She was talking to that Neville Longbottom as they got into a boat together. Oh great, she's already associated herself with a traitor.
We made our way into the castle, and the group of us First Years were taken into an empty chamber to wait for the Sorting to begin. As Professor McGonagall left, I spotted the boy from Madam Malkin's shop, and remembered what I had heard about him on the train. So I took a step towards him.
"I see that it's true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." I said loudly. The chamber fell silent.
I noticed the boy standing beside him. Ron Weasley. This was even worse than the girl being around Longbottom.
"My names Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I said proudly. Weasley snickered. "Do you think my name is funny? There's no need to ask for your name. Your freckles and red hair tell me everything I need to know Weasley."
I turned towards Harry and held out my hand for him to shake it.
"I can make sure you don't go making friends with the wrong sort." I stated.
Harry refused my handshake.
"I'm sure I can figure that out for myself." Harry snapped, and I dropped my hand quickly.
I was about to respond, but Professor McGonagall walked in just at that point.
"The Sorting is ready to begin." She stated, and we all followed her out of the chamber.
The Sorting began and eventually the girl stepped forward as her name "Granger, Hermione" was called. She sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on her head. There was silence before the hat yelled out "Gryffindor".
I don't know how well I hid my disappointment as she made her way over to the Gryffindor table. I was pretty sure that I would be placed into Slytherin and so it would be hard for me to become friends with Hermione without everyone judging us.
And I was not wrong. I had barely sat on the stool before the hat yelled out "Slytherin" and I made my way over to the table. As I walked over, I looked at Hermione. She was looking at me too, we made eye contact and I could see how disappointed she was. She must know as well that it'd be hard for us to become friends.
But as I lay awake in bed that night, I knew I had to try my best to get to know Hermione. I know I would regret it otherwise...