A/N: I do not own any of these characters, just the plot.
It was a cold day on Platform 9 and three quarters and rain was pelting against the Hogwarts express windows. A lone boy sat in a compartment staring out into the blurred masses watching as students ran from the platform entry to the train. 'Ha.' He thought. They deserved any discomfort they could have, all of them. He loathed them more then ever this year and he took this sign of rain as a sign that his year would be better then the last and all of them, all of those perfect students, with there perfect lives and perfect families would be caught in a living hell. He chuckled slightly to himself at these thoughts as he went back to watching the people on the platform.
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The train had begun to move as the boy made himself comfortable in the lumpy seat in his compartment. He had always disliked the Hogwarts Express, even since his first day at Hogwarts. What a lousy day that had been. He had offered his friendship to the one who might possibly have helped him in his delving search for good and evil. 'Good, Evil.' He thought, 'There is no difference between the two. It's all a matter at how you look at the deed.' He had learned that the hard way. In six years he had learned so much about the world and he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He couldn't help but feel he was the only one who still saw that greater picture. Before he could get lost deeper into his thoughts there was a knock at the door. The boy grit his teeth.
"Sod off!" He exclaimed
There was a pause, then he heard the gruff reply, "C'mon Draco let us in."
He huffed loudly as he slowly moved off the seat, and he had just got it semi comfortable too! The boy opened the door to the two people he had once considered friends. Crabbe and Goyle stood there, brutishly looking at him.
"Draco, where have you been? We've both tried to talk to you all summer." Goyle said.
"Yeah Draco, I mean what do you hate us now or something?" Crabbe added
The boy, Draco, was feeling his rage coming into his chest. Talk to him? Lie. Him hate them? That was possible now. He had needed friends at the beginning of the summer. His father had been sent off to Azkaban by the golden child, Harry Potter, his mother had gone into a withdrawn state and now he had the weight of Lord Voldermort pressing down on him. Hate was indeed extremely possible at this point.
"What," Draco started, "Do you two have a co-dependency problem or something?"
The two boys stared at him, then turned to each other.
"Come on Goyle," Crabbe said, "We can tell when we're not wanted."
The two boys left almost as quickly as they came. Draco slammed the door shut then they had left. 'Not wanted?' Draco thought, 'they sure have gotten smarter over the summer. Last year if I had poked them with a fifty- foot pole that had the words, 'Go Away!' Flashing on it, they still would not have gotten the message.' Draco walked back to his seat and fell into it. He shut his eyes and placed his hands to his face. He felt a small headache coming on.
Draco had maybe had a full minute before there was another knock at the door. "Gah. They apparently didn't get the hint." He whispered to himself as he slowly made his way to the door. He pushed it open and didn't even bother to look at the person standing in the way. ----------------
"I bloody well thought you knew I didn't want to see either of your ugly faces again!" Draco nearly screamed.
"Well considering I'm not two people Malfoy, and considering I was sent here, not by choice I assume you're not talking to me."
Draco stared at Hermione Granger. Hate for her filled him. His eyes squinted and glared with rage.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" He growled out.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You didn't show up at the head of the train for prefect duties. Everyone wants to know where you are." She said curtly.
Draco stared at her, "Tell them to mind their own bloody business. Now Granger get your body away from my compartment. I don't want any filthy blood near me."
He was consumed with anger. She was one of the three people he had not wanted to see. The bloody golden trio. The one's that had put his life on the downward spiral that he had gone through that summer. She stood staring at him and he wanted more then anything to have her dead. Dead. 'Damn.' He thought. The death eater was starting to arise in him. He turned to walk away but she butted in.
"Malfoy you really should watch that temper there. I happened to learn a few new spells over the summer. Never know when you'll wake up with, gasp, your hair out of place!"
Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. So this was it? Petty, childish name calling and threats? Damned girl. She really did have no idea what was going on. Draco turned slowly to the compartment door.
"Granger you really should watch, your temper. You never know when you'll wake up and find your best friends bodies, laying beside you."
Draco slammed the door before she could say anything else to him. He locked the compartment door with a charm and went back to the seat he had slowly gotten accustomed to in his short sittings. Draco thought over what he had just said and begun to want to kick himself for it. She would tell golden boy. They would suspect him more then they did already. Draco laid his back against the seat and stared up at the compartment ceiling. Who cared what Granger said to Potter. Who cared at all? He had no caring emotions left. He could hate them and that's what he would do. He couldn't help what else would happen. Draco looked up and out the window. It was still raining and by the looks of it they had to be hours away from the castle. Draco sighed. This really was going to be a long train ride. He slowly allowed himself to get comfortable and before he knew it Draco slowly led himself off into his own little world.
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A/N: Right, so first chapter on a website. Amazing. Sorry it's so short but I really wanted it to end there. If I get some good feedback I'll probably add two more chapters, and if I don't get good feedback, I'll probably add two more chapters. I'm having fun writing angsty Draco! Ah well, thanks for reading. (
It was a cold day on Platform 9 and three quarters and rain was pelting against the Hogwarts express windows. A lone boy sat in a compartment staring out into the blurred masses watching as students ran from the platform entry to the train. 'Ha.' He thought. They deserved any discomfort they could have, all of them. He loathed them more then ever this year and he took this sign of rain as a sign that his year would be better then the last and all of them, all of those perfect students, with there perfect lives and perfect families would be caught in a living hell. He chuckled slightly to himself at these thoughts as he went back to watching the people on the platform.
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The train had begun to move as the boy made himself comfortable in the lumpy seat in his compartment. He had always disliked the Hogwarts Express, even since his first day at Hogwarts. What a lousy day that had been. He had offered his friendship to the one who might possibly have helped him in his delving search for good and evil. 'Good, Evil.' He thought, 'There is no difference between the two. It's all a matter at how you look at the deed.' He had learned that the hard way. In six years he had learned so much about the world and he couldn't help but feel betrayed. He couldn't help but feel he was the only one who still saw that greater picture. Before he could get lost deeper into his thoughts there was a knock at the door. The boy grit his teeth.
"Sod off!" He exclaimed
There was a pause, then he heard the gruff reply, "C'mon Draco let us in."
He huffed loudly as he slowly moved off the seat, and he had just got it semi comfortable too! The boy opened the door to the two people he had once considered friends. Crabbe and Goyle stood there, brutishly looking at him.
"Draco, where have you been? We've both tried to talk to you all summer." Goyle said.
"Yeah Draco, I mean what do you hate us now or something?" Crabbe added
The boy, Draco, was feeling his rage coming into his chest. Talk to him? Lie. Him hate them? That was possible now. He had needed friends at the beginning of the summer. His father had been sent off to Azkaban by the golden child, Harry Potter, his mother had gone into a withdrawn state and now he had the weight of Lord Voldermort pressing down on him. Hate was indeed extremely possible at this point.
"What," Draco started, "Do you two have a co-dependency problem or something?"
The two boys stared at him, then turned to each other.
"Come on Goyle," Crabbe said, "We can tell when we're not wanted."
The two boys left almost as quickly as they came. Draco slammed the door shut then they had left. 'Not wanted?' Draco thought, 'they sure have gotten smarter over the summer. Last year if I had poked them with a fifty- foot pole that had the words, 'Go Away!' Flashing on it, they still would not have gotten the message.' Draco walked back to his seat and fell into it. He shut his eyes and placed his hands to his face. He felt a small headache coming on.
Draco had maybe had a full minute before there was another knock at the door. "Gah. They apparently didn't get the hint." He whispered to himself as he slowly made his way to the door. He pushed it open and didn't even bother to look at the person standing in the way. ----------------
"I bloody well thought you knew I didn't want to see either of your ugly faces again!" Draco nearly screamed.
"Well considering I'm not two people Malfoy, and considering I was sent here, not by choice I assume you're not talking to me."
Draco stared at Hermione Granger. Hate for her filled him. His eyes squinted and glared with rage.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" He growled out.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "You didn't show up at the head of the train for prefect duties. Everyone wants to know where you are." She said curtly.
Draco stared at her, "Tell them to mind their own bloody business. Now Granger get your body away from my compartment. I don't want any filthy blood near me."
He was consumed with anger. She was one of the three people he had not wanted to see. The bloody golden trio. The one's that had put his life on the downward spiral that he had gone through that summer. She stood staring at him and he wanted more then anything to have her dead. Dead. 'Damn.' He thought. The death eater was starting to arise in him. He turned to walk away but she butted in.
"Malfoy you really should watch that temper there. I happened to learn a few new spells over the summer. Never know when you'll wake up with, gasp, your hair out of place!"
Malfoy stopped dead in his tracks. So this was it? Petty, childish name calling and threats? Damned girl. She really did have no idea what was going on. Draco turned slowly to the compartment door.
"Granger you really should watch, your temper. You never know when you'll wake up and find your best friends bodies, laying beside you."
Draco slammed the door before she could say anything else to him. He locked the compartment door with a charm and went back to the seat he had slowly gotten accustomed to in his short sittings. Draco thought over what he had just said and begun to want to kick himself for it. She would tell golden boy. They would suspect him more then they did already. Draco laid his back against the seat and stared up at the compartment ceiling. Who cared what Granger said to Potter. Who cared at all? He had no caring emotions left. He could hate them and that's what he would do. He couldn't help what else would happen. Draco looked up and out the window. It was still raining and by the looks of it they had to be hours away from the castle. Draco sighed. This really was going to be a long train ride. He slowly allowed himself to get comfortable and before he knew it Draco slowly led himself off into his own little world.
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A/N: Right, so first chapter on a website. Amazing. Sorry it's so short but I really wanted it to end there. If I get some good feedback I'll probably add two more chapters, and if I don't get good feedback, I'll probably add two more chapters. I'm having fun writing angsty Draco! Ah well, thanks for reading. (