Draco Malfoy

The week had passed, and Draco was now about to enter platform 9 3/4. With his trolley, he ran through the "brick" post, and into Hogwart's Train Station. Narcissa and Lucius followed as well. As his things were loaded onto the train, Draco looked at his parents. He edged towards his mother to give her a side-hug, as he didn't want to hurt his sibling inside her womb. Lucius did not give hugs, so instead, Draco got a strong handshake, and a nod. His mother hugged him again, another side-hug.
"We will send anda a letter when your sibling has been born. anda shouldn't get one in less than two-to-three...

He stood there, on his stone balcony, staring down on the lawn with his icy gray eyes. It was cloudy, as if it were to rain soon. He would be gone to Hogwarts as a 3rd tahun student within a week. Draco Lucius Malfoy had a look of pure hatred on his eyes, jealousy laced in his eyes, mind, and heart.
'Harry Potter, the "Chosen One?" Hmph. As if. Everyone knows it is I, Draco Lucius Malfoy that is the Heir of Slytherin...'
But something broke his train of thought. It was his mother, Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black) sitting in the creaking rocking chair, her stomach as round as a watermelon. She was expecting...