~Hermione~

I was 6 years old when I realized what was wrong with me. Well, it was kinda surprising on my family's end of things but, that's when I got my letter. My letter from Hogwarts. I was a witch. As I got older and started to think more about it, my head would start to hurt. I couldn't believe what was happening, I'm moving to a school for people who had magical families. But why me? As far as I knew, my parents were normal. I started reading everything I could about Hogwarts and the magic world. Oh, correction, my parents are muggles, slang for normal people. How was I ever going to fit in? Where the hell is platform 9 3/4ths at?? 

I finally figured out how to get through the platform, I see the train coming, I also see a group of redheaded kids that look flustered, glad I wasn't the only freak. Then I saw him. the Blonde slick back hair. He had beautiful blue eyes. Wait, what was I doing, I had Parker back home. I promised to write him every day and show him some magic. But, there was that boy, I had to find out who he was. I entered the train wondering how I was going to find out his name.

~Draco~

I've always known that I was a wizard. I'm a pureblood, both of my parents have been Slytherin. How was I going to prove to them that I was badass too? I've already wanted to break the first rule,

Don't look at, talk to, or be friends with Harry Potter.

That wasn't fair in the slightest, Who wouldn't want to be friends with him? He won against the best wizard in our world! In a lot of our eyes, he was a hero before he knew how to open his eyes. 

Thoughts keep swarming through my head, I can see the train, then in the midst of my thought, I look over and see a girl, staring at me deeply. Another girl was amazed by my looks, whatever. But, what is her name? I don't recognize her. Whatever, I'll find out later.