Ch. 2 – Arrival At Hogwarts
Draco sat down in his usual seat on the train to Hogwarts with Crabbe and Goyle. Draco rested his head on his hand and stared out the window as he drummed his fingers on the table. He sighed, "this year's going to be boring isn't it...?" He questioned to himself, Goyle shrugged in response, "wasn't so boring last year, what makes you think it will be this year?" He asked Draco back. Draco was silent a moment, "I guess you're right..." he said, then he remembered the broomsticks his father had gotten for him and the rest of the Slytherin Quidditch team. "That's right, I'm trying out for Seeker this year... Hope I make it," he absently told his cohorts, Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other then back at Draco. "Seeker?" Crabbe asked, Draco nodded.
"I bet you'll do brilliantly," Goyle added. Draco sighed, "yeah, I suppose," the blonde murmured.
Draco sat in his usual spot in the grand hall in between Crabbe and Goyle. Normally, he would be staring at Harry, Ron, and Hermione from across the hall, but seeing as two of the trio weren't present, Draco found this odd. Where are they? He thought, he sighed then worked at his food, ignoring stares from Pansy Parkinson from the other side of the Slytherin table. Crabbe nudged Draco's arm, causing the blonde to drop his fork loudly on his plate. "What?" Draco asked with a grimace.
"Parkinson fancies you Draco." Crabbe said in an almost mocking tone. Draco looked over at Pansy with a dull expression, seeing as Draco noticed her, Pansy quickly looked away and down at her food. Draco sighed, "I'm not interested in her..." He said, setting his head on his hand, poking at his food not eating any more of it, "she's... dull, boring looking. I prefer someone more interesting," he dully noted to Crabbe. Crabbe sighed then jabbed at his food and shoved it into his fat face. Goyle looked at Draco for a second, wondered what the blonde was thinking about for a moment, then quietly proceeded to eating his food; and for the remainder of the time, Draco did not eat. Where is that scar-head Potter? I was hoping to frustrate him some more... He thought, almost sounding like he missed Harry. Draco quickly shook his head to erase the thought, and sat back in his seat, waiting to be dismissed by Dumbledore.
Draco lied on his back on his bed, his head resting in his hands. He stared at the canopy of his bed and thought about the dinner feast and why he thought so much about Harry Potter. Draco sighed at his new found mindset. What am I thinking... Why am I so worried about Potter. Of all people... He thought, staring at the dark green of his canopy. He sighed once more then turned on his side, and drifted off to sleep.