My limbs are aching from an entire day of training in the room of Requirement, All I want is a hot shower to relax my aching muscles and maybe a cup of something hot to warm me up some.
That stupid image of Potter has been flashing through my vision all day and it pisses me the fuck off. I hate that stupid git, making a fool of me on our first day in year one. It wouldn't have been so bloody fucking hard for him to shake my goddamn hand and not make an enemy.
The hallways are pretty deserted right now, Snape has been bugging me like hell about not letting other students see me out and about. I know all the hallways to avoid and I know the best way to get around in the shadows without being seen.
That horrible feeling is back though, it's been back all fucking day as I trained. That stupid feeling, like something is looming over my shoulder. More then once i broke into a small fit of screams at Potter for spying on me and following me around, but every time it seemed that he wasn't there.
There is a scuffing sound behind me and I flip around, my wand drawn and just waiting to see those god-aweful green eyes staring at me. Accusing me for something I haven't done, something I don't want to do. He doesn't know that I don't have a choice.
He chose me, he fucking had to choose me.
If I could cry I would. I don't know why I've practically been sold into this lifestyle; sneaking through shadows to get the first attack on my enemies from behind. If only Potter had shaken my hand, everything might have been different.
I was such a fucking stupid child, I thought you had to be a pureblood to be worth anything. He seems to be the kind of guy that doesn't let his friends get dragged down though. That mudblood and Weasel are fine, aren't they? If I wasn't such a prat he might care a bit more about me then just pissing me off the way I piss him off.
With a sigh my back hits the cold stones of the castle wall, this is an empty hallway so I know that no one but that horrid shadow that's been following me will see the few tears slipping out.
These are the tears I'm not allowed to show anyone. The common room is too public, even at this late hour, I should have cried in the room of requirement, not here like this. Alone in a hallway where anyone could come around a corner and find me.
Merlin, if my parents could see me Father would be spitting curses at me and trying to rip the tears out of my faces while Mother would be silently making something to calm me down. Yeah, that's probably how it'd all work, they never agree on anything to do with me.
I slide down the wall, lowering my head to my folded arms so my Hogwarts sweater can mop up the tears. Something moves to the side of me, normally I'd pull out my wand and threaten to hex whatever it is, but my wand is a foot away from me on the ground and I cant get to it.
Something soft slides around my shoulders, I'm not accustomed to this feeling, or this scent. Something feels right about this though, this odd, mysterious hug that I'm starting to return.
"Draco, what the fuck have you gotten yourself into now?"