“Draco, don’t associate yourself with those riffraff, do you hear me?” Lucius Malfoy asked his 11-year-old son as he accompanied him to the train, keeping his glare at the direction of the Weasleys.

“Yes father.” Dracoanswered as he too looked towards the group of redheads and proceeded to glare at them, but stopped when gray eyes were met with a pair of brown ones belonging to the girl who was being restrained by her mother’s hand.

He could tell that he would have a hard time staying away from said riffraff once that girl joined her brothers in Hogwarts.