My Parseltongue - Draco Malfoy

Arriving

I stared up at the huge, beige castle, it's shimmering lights were reflected over the glossy water. Ivy hung down from a bridge we passed under and we finally reached a dock area where we exited our boats. Most of the other first years exchanged surprised glances with their friends as we entered the castle. Our leader, Reubeus Hagrid, left us with the Gryffindor head of house. Professor McGonagall. "Now I shall leave in a moment but before I do here are the houses you could be sorted into. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff. And Slytherin.  She said Slytherin with a very bitter tone. She then left.

"So it's true then? What they were saying in the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Hearing this sour voice made me turn around. It was a bleached blonde boy who had grey piercing eyes and pale skin. 

"This is Crabbe and this is Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." a ginger boy snorted.

"Think my names funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair? And a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." Draco spat.

"You'll soon find out, some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." he shot a dangerous glare towards the Weasley boy.

"I can help you there." He stuck out his pale hand.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for my self thanks." Potter said returning Malfoys glare. McGonagall came back and sharply tapped Malfoy on the back with a roll of old parchment.

"We're ready for you now."