Draco sat with a discontented sigh; there was something so deeply unsatisfying about his life. He wasn't sure what it was, but that was more from too many choices then a lack there of.
Home was in a word ridiculous, his father was demanding and hypocritical two personality traits, which Draco despised above all else, not to mention his ludicrous loyalty to Voldemort and constant insistence that Draco, worship the man also (personally Draco found that idea as appealing as castration).
His friends? Draco looked around the compartment; Pansy was reading Crabb and Goyle 'the saddle club' which in Draco's opinion was a vile waste of breath, they had no real intelligence any of them. Speak to them of the brilliance of Shakespeare's sonnets and all they could come up with was 'what's a Shakespeare?'.
School was equally intellectually unsatisfying. There was no real challenge in the work and also there was something wrong about the lessons, it was as though the teachers had managed to take something as wondrous as the creation of magic and transfigure it into the most mundane task possible.
Romance⦠well that hardly even seemed to enter the equation, because quite frankly Draco would have rathered kiss a blast-ended skrewt then any of the girls at Hogwarts.
Draco breathed another long deep sigh letting his posture slump; the others knew better then to comment on his mood or behaviour. The last time they had done so had not ended well for them and for once they had learned from the experience. Pansy did pause for a second to glance at him, but she hurriedly turned back to the book in her hands when his eyes narrowed dangerously.
Draco stood suddenly and left the compartment without a word to any of them, his cloak swirling around him as an ominous warning of the dark fate ready to befall any who dared approach him. Students darted out of the way when they saw him coming, jumping back into compartments or flattening themselves against the wall in order to provide him a clear path. Draco was well known and feared in Hogwarts, he was one of the most powerful wizard Hogwarts had ever seen. Having had no distractions Draco mastered magic with ease bending and shaping it to his will and it didn't take long for the students to learn to cower in fear at his distinctive shock of white blonde hair. Mostly he ignored the existence of the rest of the students, particularly the younger years but every now and then he would loose his temper and that was a fearsome sight to behold especially for the one who had been the cause of the annoyance.
Somehow Draco found himself in the bathroom, it had emptied as he entered so he was alone staring at the familiar reflection of his father's icy grey eyes analysing his every movement. On a sudden impulse he grabbed the knife concealed in his left shoe and slashed across the base of the ponytail watching with some kind of masochistic glee as locks of ice gold fell onto the counter. The black bow fell too seemingly in slow motion twisting and turning with the platinum wave, Draco lashed out as it went slicing it perfectly in the middle. His hair fell down about his face, jagged and prickling against the base of his neck, he ran a hand slowly through it pushing it back from his face and watching as it fell back defiantly. A new reflection stared back; it's own imperfect perfection staring at Draco, Eyes that seemed to darken a shade as they regarded him.
"Suits you" A dark, unfamiliar voice cut though his rapture, more effectively then his knife through the ribbon. He looked up, finally noticing the dark figure reflected in the corner of the room.
A pair of intense green eyes stared back not challenging or frightened just constant, there was a power buried in those emerald depths that Draco recognised some how, it reverberated within his very soul. For the first time in his whole life Draco was the first to look away. He took a breath and turned to face the other boy almost afraid of what he would see, but instead of the mysterious figure he had seen in the mirror stood a boy possibly his age in dark comfortable looking muggle clothes, his shaggy black hair slightly obscuring his eyes making them seem softer somehow, less significant. Draco knew better then to lower his guard, looks where often deceiving in the world he resided in.
"Who are you?" Draco was pleased that his voice was even and steady; though he didn't feel calm exactly he hated to give away his mood, especially to a stranger. He had a feeling that the boy saw right through it though.
The other boy smiled crookedly
"Dusk" his voice seemed lighter this time, but Draco still got the impression that it was no use asking for any further elaboration on his name instead he inquired
"Does it really, I have been told my hair was like a platinum waterfall, surely this could not look as perfect as that"
Dusk seemed to consider this for a moment, regarding Draco his head tilted slightly to the side.
"It has more power then beauty in it now, more like shards of ice or lightning bolts then water. It suits you much better now Dragon"
He turned and left before Draco could even consider his words
"Dragon?" he whispered aloud wondering at the name the other boy had gifted him. With one last glance at his now short hair and an incineration spell for the hair on the counter Draco left the bathroom and returned to his compartment. If anyone thought anything of his new hairstyle they said nothing though Draco wouldn't have noticed if they had, his mind was absorbed in a pair of green eyes. Perhaps this year wouldn't hold the same monotony as the rest. 'Maybe' Draco though 'I have finally found a true magic being.'
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