Years had passed, now being Draco's last year, his 7th year, he felt as if he had experienced nothing. No joy, no passion, especially no love. Even though he loved pissing off that little git Potter, his little girlfriend, "The Mudblood", and the flamer, he felt no true joy. He felt as if life had been slipping through his fingers violently, hurting him with the passing of years. As he leaned his head against the window on the train, fear of never feeling anything, of becoming like his father overwhelmed him and allowed two tears to fall from his icy silver blue eyes.
"Oh, this is bloody brilliant! Our last year! No more Snape, confusing charms and spells, N.E.W.T.S., and especially no more Malfoy!", Ronald Weasley said to his two best friends, Harry and Hermione, as the trio walked into the supposed empty compartment. As soon as Ron finished saying this, Harry looked at him with a look of uneasiness and motioned for him to turn around. As soon as he turned, he noticed that Malfoy was sitting in the direct right corner, glaring at with "Devils Eyes". "It's not like its fucking heaven having to see you everyday Weasel!", Draco said with a sneer causing the whole of Ron's spine to shiver.
"Now get out of this compartment, I can't be seen associating with bums, Mudbloods, or wonder boy over here!", he said. "It doesn't have your name on it does it ferret face!", Ron said with great courage. Deep inside, Ron knew this would not settle well with Draco, but he had to start standing up for himself and his two best friends. His new physique had to come to good use somehow, and he was thinking this would be the perfect time to break it in.
"Whatever, do whatever you want, I'm tired of this never-ending battle.", Malfoy said as he sat back down, giving a hard sigh, and settled back to staring aimlessly out the window. Ron shrugged to Harry and Hermione, who both returned the gesture, before settling down themselves. They fought to get the seat opposite Draco. Ron lost, of course, even though he had beefed up this past summer, Harry somehow managed to surpass him as well, no big shocker their. Ron was getting tired with all this "Oh you know Harry Potter don't you, could you have him sign this for me", or the constant bickering of other people hassling him to introduce him to "The Wonder Boy".
Draco noticed the two dimwits fighting over who would have to sit next to him and realized that it made him feel shittier. He couldn't believe that he'd been such a huge problem to them. He also noticed how much handsomer Ron looked this year. His now tighter clothes made him seem as if he'd been a professional body builder, or whatever they were called in the muggle world. He found himself staring at his entire body for the rest of the trip back to Hogwarts. He surveyed this once horrid lanky creature and started to become aroused. He thought to himself, "Maybe this won't be a bad year after all".