By the way, most of this story will be Draco's POV and also 3rd person.
Draco POV
"Draco darling, wake up, you will be late for the train if you don't get up now!"
I sit straight up from my bed, getting excited all over again that I finally got accepted into Hogwarts. (The best dance academy in my opinion.) Although I'm only 16 years old, I am still eligible of going there because of my technique. Of course I have to build on that and get even better in dancing, my father and mum will be so proud of me. Especially father, he was also a dancer, I guess it just runs in the family.
I run downstairs with my suitcase, but everything else is unorganized. My tie is on my arm, my jacket is half-way on, I have on one shoe on with the other shoe in my free hand, and my hair is all over the place!
My mum comes over to me shaking her head and laughing, "Draco! You look a mess, fix yourself up and then we can go. We might have to take our breakfast with us."
I run back upstairs only to hear my father yell something, "Don't forget your glasses!"
"Okay!" I hate wearing these glasses! They're only reading glasses anyways, It's not like I can dance with them on. I definitely need to make an investment in some contacts.
I'm starting to get nervous as I walk downstairs, what if they don't like me? Or if they don't like my technique? Sigh, I feel like I'm gonna get stress acne from this. I need to calm myself down, breath in, breath out, I blow some air out trying to get a hold of myself.
"I AM and will ALWAYS be the BEST!" Whew! Okay, back in business!
Smiling to myself, I go where my mum and father were talking about sending letters to me, although I'll miss them very dearly I'm too excited for school. I grab my breakfast and run to the door waiting for my parents to take me to the train station.
"Mum, father, hurry up please we need to get moving ASAP, leeeettttss gooooooooooooo."
My parents sigh in defeat, turning around to look at me like they were about to yell at me.
"Fine, okay, I get it. We're coming." Fathers says tiredly, they get their stuff ready to leave home.
"Finally." I say to myself, looking around to find my train station.
As soon as we get to the station, I see loads of kids and their parents talking about being excited this year. I hear the train whistle, signaling all of the students to get on the train.
Mum turns me around, looking as if she was trying not to cry. "Draco hun, make lots and lots of new friends okay?"
"Yes mum." I reply back hugging her. As I let go, father looks at me and pats my head. "Make me proud Draco." I look at him and shake my head, grabbing my things I walk over to the train and walk in.
I'm not really sure what compartment I should go to. I'll just go to a random one, mum did say to make friends this year.
I walk to a compartment and slide the door open, looking inside. There is a boy with messy raven black hair, tan skin and glasses, another boy with wild red hair and freckles, and a girl with frizzy hair and tan skin.
They all stare at me weirdly, I should introduce myself, so I did just that.
"Hi....I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." The red headed boy snorts.
"What's so funny about my name?" I said feeling a bit insulted.
"Well not really, It's just that I've never really seen a Malfoy with glasses." The red head said, chuckling.
Heat rises to my face, so much for "making friends". I start to turn around and exit the room-
"I like your glasses, they look great on you. My name is Harry, Harry Potter." I smile at Harry holding out my hand giving him a handshake.
Next the girl with the frizzy hair stood up and came towards me holding out her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger, very pleased to meet you."
I shake her hand as well and sit down next to Harry.
Everyone looked at the boy with red hair, "Fiiiine, I'm Ron Weasley...sorry or whatever." Ron groaned.
Harry turned to me, and smiled. "So what do you think is gonna happen when we get there?"
"I don't really know, all I know is that they liked my technique on the video I sent them and that I got accepted."
"I know what they will do, they will put everyone into little groups and make us dance a certain routine in a room. After they see how everyone dances, they will put us in a house. They are called Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw." Hermione explained to us.
"Well I don't know about all of you, but I know I'll be sorted into Gryffindor. Everyone in my family was sorted into Gryffindor." Ron says proudly, puffing up his chest.
"Why does it even matter about what house you go into?" I ask, but looking at Ron's face made me want to take back.
"Blimey, you must be really clueless." Ron says
"Ron, knock it off. He was just like me when we met last year." Harry says, looking at Ron shamefully.
"I just expected you to know a little about this school, y'know? Since your family is well-known at that school, especially your father, Lucius the flower petal." Ron said, taunting and looking down at Draco while smirking.
Draco stops breathing and stands up while looking at Ron, "Yeah, he told me about what happened at Hogwarts. He got bullied after being caught kissing a boy once. But I swear on my life that if I ever hear you talking about my father in any disrespectful way, it won't be me or my family getting hurt." Draco says in a low and dark voice, scaring everyone in the train compartment.
Draco walks over to the door, walking out of the compartment Draco realized that someone was following him, he turns around to find Harry behind him.
"This is not the time Harry, please I need some time alone."
"Draco, I want to be here. Please lets just talk it out, we are friends now." Harry said.
I didn't expect him to say anything like that. I turn back around and nod my head, giving in. "....Fine, but lets go into another compartment. I can't stand anyone else right now."
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Dance Academy (drarry)
FanfictionIm really bad at descriptions so here it goes (takes place in their 6th year) Draco wants to go to the best school of dance, and he knows that's Hogwarts. All he ever wanted to do was dance. But when he gets in the school, someone might change him f...
