Draco walked down the Platform, his fists clenched over the handle of his trolley so hard his knuckles were snowy white. He could tell everyone was staring at him; everyone (who wasn't a Muggle of course) stopped as him and his Father swept past. Heads looked up, children stopped whining to their parents, parents glared at Lucius, children made disgusted faces at Draco. Last year, he felt superior, a class above everyone else, but now, he felt nothing but shame and utter self-disgust.
But the fact of it was that it wasn't a sight that any sane witch and Wizard wouldn't stare at. The infamous Lucius Malfoy, powerful, dark, secretive, all-talk wizard and his son walking down looking rich and superior, of course rumours already flying about Dracos eye. Lucius had his right hand clasped to Dracos shoulder protectively scowling at every Mudblood he could recognise. Draco hung his head, letting some of his hair cover his face. Draco felt terrible; he didn't want to stay, but he didn't want to go. He was back to the Slytherin… back to the sneaky, mean, cruel Malfoy.
"Wake up Boy!" hissed his Father into his ear. Draco looked up, no doubt about it- he was by the barrier. He ran through the Barrier perfunctorily and took a long stare at the scarlet Hogwarts Express that lay in front of him. 'My train to my Destiny…' he thought heavy heartedly.
"Come Draco… onto the train. You will find your friends and your destiny the moment the train starts. Now before I wish you goodbye… You must remember what you are. And what are you Draco?" his father said, his grey eyes looking straight into Dracos. Draco dropped his head, he could not keep his stare with his father without loosing his cool or temper.
"I am a Malfoy." He replied apathetically.
"And No doubt about it. Make me Proud Draco. I bid you Farewell." He finished and with nothing more, Lucius disappeared into the crowd. 'Make me Proud Draco…' those words buzzed through Dracos head fervently. Draco took a deep breath in 'This is no time to think Draco,' he told himself 'Just get over it and do what you have to do,' Draco pulled his trunk onto the train and went to find Crabbe and Goyle.
The first couple of days went quickly; this year was virtually indifferent from the last. Draco found it slightly easier, he had less time to lounge around with nothing but his mind to muse upon and Draco knew that if he acted strangely it would make it worse if he acted the same, but at the same time, he was trying to keep his head down. He didn't make any snide comments to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, he didn't pick fights, he didn't suck up to Snape as much… but of course he still made witty, malicious comments to Gryffindors, and as no surprise, the Potter Trio were the worst off.
Draco sat staring in Potions, staring at the people around him, judging them to put it bluntly. He stared at Weasely; and despite he had changed a hell of a lot over the summer, he still felt this blunt remorse for him. He looked over to Potter; he was looking, well… battered. He had dark rings framing his eyes and he looked skinnier and paler than ever before. Draco shook himself… there was no chance that he was letting himself have pity, let alone Sympathy for Potter. His gaze wandered over to Hermione, as per usual- she was scribbling absolutely every word that Snape uttered in her Rough book. She looked the same as she always did. Her teeth were still a little goofy, her hair bushy and mousey brown. She looked older and somehow… different. Not attractive just… somehow Familiar…
"Mr Malfoy, what was I just saying?" spat Snape at Draco. Draco snapped back into reality
"Er… My name Sir?" he retorted wittily. All the Slytherins sniggered, and the Gryffindors remained as cold as stone. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Very witty Draco. Now please begin your Velour Sleeping Potion on your own, page 168 in your textbooks." Everyone began and followed the instructions in the book carefully. Draco paid full attention and followed the Instructions carefully. Once the process had finished Draco sat patiently. His eyes wandered over to Hermione again… she seemed so Familiaur. The way she walked, the way she talked, her lips, her eyes… so so familiar…
Suddenly there was a screech from behind Draco. Draco span around in his chair and felt a warm liquid fall down his back. The whole class gasped… no doubt Neville (who had been wandering over to Hermione for help) had spilt The Potion all down Dracos back. Draco got ready to scream at Draco with all his might, but instead a long, hearty yawn came out. Draco abruptly felt so sleepy… everything just seemed to be falling away from him and everything was so bright and shiny. All he wanted to do was close his eyes, so he did…
Draco yawned. He slowly opened his eyes… 'Where am I?' he thought. He blinked a couple of times, and he heard muffled voices surrounding him. He focused his vision and a face was standing over him, staring into his eyes, Dracos heart leapt. It was her; the soft curls, the big deep eyes, the perfect lips…
"CLARA!" he squeaked. All the voices fell silent "Its really you, oh Clara. How did you find me here? I thought you didn't care and you went away because Fa…"
"Malfoy Malfoy." The Girl screamed over him "Im not Clara." The Voice said. "I-it's Hermione." Dracos heart sank. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again just to make sure it was happening. Hermione moved slightly so the whole of her face could be seen in the light, and no doubt it was her. Draco looked around and the whole of his Potions class were peering over him, he shoved them out the way and stumbled to his feet.
"I AM TAKING 20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR FOR YOUR UTTER STUPIDITY NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM. THERE WAS ABSOLUTELY NO REASON WHY YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT YOUR DESK YOU IGNORANT BOY!" screamed Snape to Neville who was whimpering as he spoke. Snape looked up and noticed a rather delirious Malfoy
"Draco. I insist you go to Madame Pomfrey this instant now that you have awoken." Draco rubbed his head, it was throbbing wildly, Draco stumbled out the Potions Lab towards the Medical Wing. 'Clara… Clara… Clara…' throbbed through his head worse than his Migraine. Draco stopped in his tracks, realising what he had just exclaimed out loud to all of the Gryffindors and Slytherins. Draco sighed despairingly, and stumbled to the Medical Wing.
Authors Note: Aaah Clara… who's she then? ;) hehe. Well Im going to keep you guessing! Please Review because I LOVE getting them and they can help me along a lot more. I am quite content with this chapter, but please please enjoy it J mwah.