Getting Away
"Draco!" Lucius yelled up the stairs. "Get down here. Now!"
"Coming, Father." Draco replied through clenched teeth. "I hate this house. I hate this family. I hate that man." He mumbled under his breath. "I can't wait to get the hell out of this bloody place." With that, he levitated his trunk down the stair case to meet his waiting parents at the front door. This received him a glare from his father, who had his chin raised and was looking down his nose. This infamous look caused Draco to swiftly turn on his heel and head out the door, with a scowl on his face.
"Now, Draco, remember, no conversing with the Potter freak or the Weasley rodents. You know who you're allowed to talk to." His father reminded him, for the hundredth time.
"I know, Father." Draco mumbled. He hated being told this. What if Harry Potter or one of the Weasley turned out to be his best friend? What if he ended up marrying the Weasley girl? Or worse, a muggle-born? These were all things he knew would never be accepted in the Malfoy manor, much like Draco himself.
Walking to the train was horrifying. His father commented on everyone he didn't approve of much too loudly. The absolute worse was telling the poor muggleborn girls that they were freaks for not being born in the wizard world. Draco wanted to crawl into a hole and die when he thought of how what this could mean to the poor girls.
Once on the train, he saw them. He knew the one who saw him knew exactly who he was. He wanted to apologize, but she seemed terrified as she backed out, nearly knocking her sister down. If this was anything like how the rest of his Hogwarts career would be, he wanted to leave. Now.
