Draco Malfoy had a secret. A big one, in fact, that he wanted absolutely no one to know. As the Hogwarts Express started moving, he knew that it would be okay. The 6th year was alone, finally, and now he could start playing. Crabbe and Goyle, his "personal stalkers" he would call them, were off somewhere else this year, probably with their dads, who were, of course, Death Eaters.
The blonde haired boy looked around the room cautiously, as if someone were in there, even though he knew no one was there. He stood up and covered the window. Grabbing the case above him, he hummed quietly to himself, happy that he was away from home.
He unzipped the case and beamed as he took the guitar out. He loved doing this. His guitar was his life. He started with a few chords, familiar to him. Draco had been playing the guitar for 2 years now. Quietly, the Slytherin boy started humming a new tune, a familiar one to him, but unknown to the world. The humming became singing. Softly the words spilled out. "'Let me take you out?' I asked her, then that week couldn't go any faster. I picked her up but barely, 'cause London roads really do scare this country boy."
Draco paused for a minute, hearing footsteps coming closer and closer. He wondered for a minute if someone was going to burst in, laughing at his singing. He shook his head and laughed. That isn't possible, Draco thought, because no one can hear through these walls, can they? He held the guitar in his arms, then decided that Hogwarts Express wasn't much of a safe area to be doing his secret thing.
Just then, the door opened, and he stared at the Mudblood who was facing him. Draco, panicking, threw the guitar down under the seat, just before Hermione could see. He heard a crack, but decided that worrying about it now wasn't the right time. "What do you want Mudblood?" he spit, relieved that she hadn't seen the guitar.
"Were you up to something?" she asked curiously, a playful smirk on her face.
"No," Draco lied, "Go away."
"Come on Hermione! We need to find a seat!" Draco heard Ron's voice in the distant.
"Mmm..." Hermione glared at Draco, "I'll get you some other time, you better be watching 24/7 or I'll find out what you're up to."
As Hermione left, Draco let out a huge sigh of relief. His secret was still a secret. That was a close one, he thought at he grabbed his guitar from under the seat.
To his disgust, the guitar was broken. In half. He would get that Mudblood back, he had to.