The blonde headed Slytherin slumps over to the train that reads, 'The Hogwarts Express'. He stands right beside it, just staring at the bold letters, and sighs. Pulling his trunk behind him, he goes to the door and walks in. The boy with blonde hair walks down the aisle, looking for an empty compartment, when he realizes his best friend, Blaise Zabini, is already in one.
"Hey Draco." Blaise greets the boy as he slides open the door. Draco steps in and settles his trunk down, then sits down himself.
"Hey." Was all Draco says. Blaise looks at him for a moment, with an odd expression, and then looks away when Draco looks up at him with an odd expression on his own face.
Draco sits next to the wide window and looks outside. It is 11:00, but it is still foggy outside. Or is it the fact that it is storming like crazy out, and the "fog" is actually the dark sky and clouds? Draco isn't sure. He runs his fingers through his messy blonde hair and sighs yet again. He leans his head against the windowsill, and closes his eyes for a minute, which turns into 5 minutes, which turns into hours. Draco awakens when he feels a sudden movement on his shoulder.
"Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Dra-" Blaise impatiently repeats while shaking Draco's shoulder. Draco was getting annoyed.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU WANT BLAISE?" Draco yells to his best friend. Blaise pretends to get upset by this, as he starts "pouting".
"I just wanted to talk to my best mate," Blaise whimpers pathetically. Then they both start cracking up and playfully punching each other. Draco suddenly stops and goes back to looking out the window (and also laying down his head).
"Okay. What's wrong?" Blaise asks, seeing something seriously wrong with the boy sitting across from him. Draco shrugs. "Something is wrong and you are going to tell me whether you want to or not."
"There's nothing wrong, okay?" Draco says in a sharp tone. "Just leave me alone."
And the two are silent the rest of the train ride to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco takes a sip of his pumpkin juice, but nothing else. He lays his head down on the table and closes his eyes a second. Blaise looks at him with a wary eye.
"You've gotta tell me." He tells Draco.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Draco protests.
"There's something wrong and you know it."
"It doesn't matter Blaise. Maybe there is. But I'm not going to tell you so drop it."
This is how Draco has acted for the past month or so. Every time he came in contact with Blaise (or anyone) over the summer, this is what Draco acted like. He had no emotion. It was just dull nothingness, and he found fun in nothing. He didn't even make fun of the trio, or of the other Weasleys. Or anyone at that.
"Just please eat something." Blaise told Draco, who still had his head on the table, only bringing it up when someone said something to him.
"I'm not hungry." Draco replied.
"You're lying."
"Oh well. I just don't want to eat. End of story," and he laid his head back down.
"Whatever you say…"
Blaise is tired of this. He gets up and walks over to where some more of his friends are sitting. He does not have time to put up with this. But something about this bugs Blaise. When he got up, Draco didn't care.
Draco continued lying on the table. He is about to fall asleep when the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, stands up to make the yearly announcements. First, there was the house sorting. All of the first years have to be sorted into a house- which included Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. After all of the children get sorted, Dumbledore makes some announcements, and bids everyone goodnight.
Draco lifts his head and slowly gets up. He walks over to Blaise, who apparently doesn't want to talk to him, because he just walks in silent with Draco down to the dungeons and the Slytherin common room/dormitories.
When they get down to the dungeons, most people just sit in the common room for a while. Draco? He, without even saying goodnight to Blaise, silently sneaks off to the boys' dormitory.
Once there, he pulls off his clothes and robes and opens his trunk. He slowly puts on his nightclothes and climbs in bed, pulling his curtains closed.
Lying in bed, Draco can't seem to sleep. He tosses and turns, but finally settles on just laying flat on his back and looking up.
Finally, in the late night, or maybe even early morning, hours, Draco somehow finds sleep.