52 Chapter Fifty Two

I found myself standing right in front of the door with Millicent who could not even try to hide her happiness. She nearly bounced up and down, I noticed the blob of bright red hair stick out amongst the masses.

They were to our right and felt the need to go there. I wanted to embarrass Malfoy, I wanted to let my anger out. I needed an event which could help me and luckily for I saw a blob of platinum blonde walking towards Ron.

I grabbed Millicent's hand and took her with me, I ignored her protest to move from the front spot an walked towards Ron. Just as Malfoy was about to reach Ron I came to stand right behind some people hiding my presence.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry. "Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said Draco noticing that Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.He turned back to Harry.

"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

This is where I stepped in, I looked at Ron who seemed to be fumbling awkwardly with his clothes. I looked at Draco who seemed to move back.

"I see this is what happened to you when you grew older, turning into an arrogant hateable twat," I said with a menacing stare.

"Don't call me a twat you blood traitor," Draco screeched out, his face turned a soft pale rosy colour. I raised my eyebrows and saw Draco regretting his actions immediately. All the gasps around us were silenced by my step forwards.

"A blood traitor you say, at least I am not a pathetic git that relies on my father's name to be liked by people. At least I am able to make friend based on my personality, not my riches," I said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

Draco turned a deadly pale to a purple he looked more hurt than angry and did not know what to say. I ignored him and walked back with Milicent who I felt looking back at Draco from time to time.

It might be mean to others to take advantage and make me seem like the better, but all I could say it was, was sly. Cunning, and extremely fulfilling.