As soon as Draco entered the train he felt immediately at ease. Not only as he was finally away from his father but as this is where he was most comfortable. Ruling over others. His father's face suddenly flashed before his eyes – No! I shall not be like him, I shall not. I promised mother. He had found her lying in one of Malfoy Manor's many dungeons, covered in severe cuts and bruises, she was almost unconscious. As he was helping her to stand, she muttered under her breath, almost so quietly Draco couldn't hear; "what stays in the manor? The secrets, the lies. That's what and once you're one of them you have to stay in the manor too…" and then she fainted. It was then that he decided that he would never do this to anyone, not now, not ever, the way his mother had said it was almost like a warning and yet Draco was sure that she wasn't talking to him, he doubted she knew he was there at all. His mother was slowly going crazy and it was all his father's fault. The constant beatings, the endless lying and of course Lucius's love for the dark lord, it was all getting to her. Just because she was going crazy didn't mean that what she said wasn't true. In fact Draco knew exactly what she was talking about. He had been trapped in that house, he was one of the secrets, he was one of the lies. But now life would be different he was sure of it.
Except it wasn't. He had turned Hogwarts into the manor and it had only taken him a week. He was turning into his father.
Hermione spent the whole train journey thinking about the boy; the boy with the silver eyes, the boy that stopped her nerves, the boy that made her feel at home. He was still him her mind when they arrived at the castle, she didn't register its magnificent beauty at all, and when she entered the entrance hall and saw his face, she was happier than she ever thought possible. But then he opened his mouth, and those horrific words flew out; something about the right sort of people. It turns out she wasn't going to have a friend after all. Hermione suddenly began to feel alone, even whilst being in this big room of people. She glanced up at his face once more and everything was OK. Why did she feel this way about a boy she should hate?
