I hurried across platform nine and three quarters with my best friends Hermione, Ron and Harry Potter. I really donâ€™t understand why people have to make such a fuss about me being friends with "the boy who lived". I mean sure heâ€™s special but heâ€™s still human! I said goodbye to my parents and hurried onto the train. Once my friends and I had taken our seats, none other than that spoiled brat named Malfoy strolled over to where we were seated. "Well if it isnâ€™t potter and his twit like friends. Have a good summer with you muggle family?" He said muggle with such distaste that it lingered in the air for a minute. Harry was about to say something when I spoke up. "Well Malfoy, maybe if you would stop spending so much time rubbing so many products in your hair, maybe you would finally realize that these seats are taken. Now be on your way and make sure you donâ€™t trip over you robes." I guess he wasnâ€™t expecting me to say that. He looked offended but that expression quickly vanished as he tried to cover it up with a smirk and a snort. And with that he disappeared and the door slid shut. "Couldnâ€™t have said it better myself Annabeth," Harry said with a pleased look on his face. "Maybe the train ride with knock some brains into him," Hermione said triumphantly. "Bloody right!" Ron exclaimed. We burst into laughter for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts. That laughter was soon cut off as I found out I would be riding in the same carriage as Malfoy. Dang it!