The entire common room was as silent as the grave while the tall blonde slunk around, his nerves were on high alert and his body shaking with fear. His entire being was wishing only for Potter to start up another fight with him, something that might even put him in the hospital wing so he wouldn't have to go back to the Room of Requirement.

The sound of a chair scraping across the floor caught his attention, instantly making him more in edge as he pulled out his wand. 'I'm now safe at home, I'm not safe outside. Fuck, I'm not even safe at Hogwarts anymore.'

"Hey, chill a bit, will you? It's not like I'm going to Kill you." It's said in a jesting kind of way, between friends that joke constantly. however the blonde refuses to look his friend in the eye.

"Whatever Goyle." The name is spat out at possibly his oldest friend before he rushes out of the Slytherin common room. The mantra in his head saying over and over again 'I am Draco Malfoy and he chose me. I am Draco Malfoy and he chose me.'

"Damn this!" Draco swung his leg and cursed as his foot connected with the brick wall to his left. Anger was boiling under the surface and nothing he did could force his mind to stop swimming with pain and fear for what may happen if he were called upon again by the Dark Lord.