Draco rushed down the corridors, a spark lit at the edge of his long, sleek wand. Constantly, he peered around, checking he wasn't being followed. Why had he done it? He didn't even like Pansy. She hung on his arm day in day out, acting like a 'cute couple' but it just wasn't like that. Every time he looked at her he was disappointed in himself. She constantly throws insults at people, trips them up, pushes them over. Perfection isn't what Draco was looking for, but she definitely wasn't anywhere near his expectations.
What was he talking about? He wasn't exactly much better himself. He called people Mudbloods and Blood Traitors. It was for his father. It always was. Would he ever even care about him the way his dear mother did? Was it just to make him look like he had a respectable son, following his fathers own ways? Draco regretted his actions every single day, so why did he still do it?
Swiftly, he flew down the stairs to the dungeons. He finally reached the painting of Menodal Kingswood, an ex student, previously Head Boy. He was asleep. Just Draco's luck. Long, dirty blonde hair draped his shoulders. His Hogwarts robes covered in splashes of blood. his eyes clenched tight shut.
'Wake up for Merlins sake, you fool! Wake up!' Draco was never so keen on Menodal, awake or asleep. He banged his fist on the painting and the boy woke up immediately.
"Look who it is, Draco Malfoy, out for a stroll to stare at the stars are we? Your just like your father, never back to the dormitory on time
"Purdious Everlay, now open the door!"
"Give me a reason why I should open it, Draco?"
"Oh wait, let me think, I forgot. Oh wait, I remember! It's because you have to you pathetic man!" Draco said in a sarcastic tone, getting stressed,
"Don't cry little Draco, I'll let you in to your little friends so they can read you a bedtime story" The door suddenly stretched open, and Draco rushed in, "This once, it won't be happening again" He smirked.k,
Sighing, he rustled up the stairs to the dormitory he shared with Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Nott. Crabbe lay in his bed, his limbs in strange positions, his quilt in a ball on the floor. Fiercely he tugged his tie off and threw it onto the floor, followed by his robes and the rest of his clothes. He collapsed onto the bed, millions of thoughts racing through his mind he just wanted to forget and be granted the privilege to sleep.
Rays of sunlight peeked through the deep green curtains. Forcing his eyes open, Draco peered at the clock on the wall opposite. 7:31am. Couldn't he just sleep all day? It was Saturday and he was due to meet Pansy, and he definitely wasn't looking forward to it. Should he just end her?
He dressed and made his way to breakfast, not bothering to wake Crabbe and Goyle. The Hall was quite empty, and he gladly sat at the end of his table on his own. He sat daydreaming, his head resting on his chin, until he heard a sharp voice from across the Hall,
"Oh Ronald, you're not a little baby anymore for Merlins sake! Are you not even capable a page of research? We have our exams coming up!'
"Okay, okay!"
"You need to start to get organised! You're not going to have everyone waiting on you forever Ron"
It was Ron and Hermione arguing. The Blood traitor and the Mudblood, but that's not really what he thought. They were his fathers words he had adopted. They were growing up, and maturing. He didn't think of them the same way he used to. Hermione had become a intelligent, attractive young woman, and Ron was funny and genuinely easy to get along with. But what did it matter? If his father found out he was interacting with their kind he would never hear the last of it. His mother always taught him to do whatever his heart desired, but respect people, but how could he? Inside, he wanted to be a good person. The person Harry Potter was. The person Ron was. The person Hermione was.
Suddenly, he felt a substance rushing up his throat and exiting his mouth. Lumps of food and liquid splashed all over the table and he left the hall immediately, hand covering his mouth.
When he reached the staircase, he began to feel drowsy. He thought nothing of it and began to climb, but it was a mistake. He lost his siiight, his brain closed, and he fell backwards.