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"Harry Potter is said to be starting Hogwarts this year," Lucius said.
Draco stared blankly at his father and thought about telling him that he was already eleven and thus he didn't care about celebrities whose only dubious merit was not dying and getting scarred. And besides, he was already friends with Viktor Krum, and Krum at least had wicked flying skills.
He started plotting ways to get Krum to transfer to Hogwarts and drawled somewhat distractedly, "Is that so?"
"It would be... beneficial to our family if you were to gain his acquaintance," Lucius added.
This got Draco's attention. His father rarely involved himself in Draco's friendships or told him who to get acquainted with. Maybe there was more to this Harry Potter than disfiguring scars.
"Well, all right. I'll see about if I can find him," Draco said, and then he spotted Crabbe and Goyle, and forgot all about undead celebrities for the moment.
They boarded the train, and Lucius levitated their trunks to a compartment. Afterwards, Draco leaned out of the window to say goodbye to his mother, who looked forlorn that he had to go.
"Don't worry, mother," Draco said. "You raised me with impeccable manners. I will make everyone at Hogwarts my minions."
Narcissa smiled, fond, and leaned up to kiss Draco on the cheek before he could dodge. His cheeks went pink with embarrassment, but he figured he could put up with her public displays of affection since his poor mother wasn't used to him being gone.
"Have fun," she said gracefully.
Personally, Draco didn't know how much fun he could have since his father had dismissed his brilliant plan to smuggle a racing broom to the school, but he was sure he could figure out something else. He had spotted Longbottom in the crowd before they'd boarded the train. He could bully him to pass the time. Just a bit. His reactions were always fun, and Draco had earned a little compensation after Longbottom had dumped him like so much rubbish earlier that year.
"I'll see you at Yule," Draco said.
As the train started moving, he waved at his parents until they were gone.