Draco Malfoy was staring out of the window in his compartment on the Hogwarts
express. His mind was blank; his two normal companions, Crabbe and Goyle, were no where to
be found. He supposed they were off harassing someone or something along those lines, and
didn't particularly care to join in. It was hot on the train; Draco wished he didn't have to put on his
school robes. Draco almost wished he didn't have to go back to school at all. Lucky this is my
seventh year, Draco thought. He didn't suspect he'd be able to handle another.
While Draco was contemplating this, he reflected on the past summer and thought, well,
maybe school isn't so bad afterall. Draco's summer had been filled with alot of heated arguments
with his family, and while Draco loved his father, they never saw eye to eye on anything.For
instance, while Draco's father was a loyal and active Death Eater, the truth was that Draco was
scared to death of Voldemort and his followers. He was loyal to an extent, but this was often out
of fear. Draco couldn't see himself becoming a Death Eater, although this was something almost
everyone was positive he'd do. This was only one of the misconceptions about Draco.
Even some of the things Draco was well known for, such as his deep-seeded hatred for
'Mud Bloods' as you will; this was more for show than what he truly believed. Draco indeed didn't
like people of Muggle descent, but not simply because of what they were. He couldn't grasp how
someone could be torn between the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. It was almost like
they weren't loyal to anyone; and the fact that people such as this could be just as talented
magically as he was made him uncomfortable.
No one can say Draco didn't enjoy causing a hassle and being feared by all in the
school. He thrived upon it. He loved being the bad guy everyone hated: the Death Eater Spy,
Voldemort's right hand man, along with other names and rumors he never denied. He didn't like
many people, and it was a fantastic way to amuse himself. Maybe this was why when some of
his fellow Slytherins came into his compartment to show off their newly gained Dark Marks,
Draco simply smiled and clutched his right forearm almost convulsively. He congratulated the
teenagers and smiled as they walked away; his insides were doing somersaults.
"No, I definitely could not handle another year of this." he told himself.
express. His mind was blank; his two normal companions, Crabbe and Goyle, were no where to
be found. He supposed they were off harassing someone or something along those lines, and
didn't particularly care to join in. It was hot on the train; Draco wished he didn't have to put on his
school robes. Draco almost wished he didn't have to go back to school at all. Lucky this is my
seventh year, Draco thought. He didn't suspect he'd be able to handle another.
While Draco was contemplating this, he reflected on the past summer and thought, well,
maybe school isn't so bad afterall. Draco's summer had been filled with alot of heated arguments
with his family, and while Draco loved his father, they never saw eye to eye on anything.For
instance, while Draco's father was a loyal and active Death Eater, the truth was that Draco was
scared to death of Voldemort and his followers. He was loyal to an extent, but this was often out
of fear. Draco couldn't see himself becoming a Death Eater, although this was something almost
everyone was positive he'd do. This was only one of the misconceptions about Draco.
Even some of the things Draco was well known for, such as his deep-seeded hatred for
'Mud Bloods' as you will; this was more for show than what he truly believed. Draco indeed didn't
like people of Muggle descent, but not simply because of what they were. He couldn't grasp how
someone could be torn between the Muggle world and the Wizarding world. It was almost like
they weren't loyal to anyone; and the fact that people such as this could be just as talented
magically as he was made him uncomfortable.
No one can say Draco didn't enjoy causing a hassle and being feared by all in the
school. He thrived upon it. He loved being the bad guy everyone hated: the Death Eater Spy,
Voldemort's right hand man, along with other names and rumors he never denied. He didn't like
many people, and it was a fantastic way to amuse himself. Maybe this was why when some of
his fellow Slytherins came into his compartment to show off their newly gained Dark Marks,
Draco simply smiled and clutched his right forearm almost convulsively. He congratulated the
teenagers and smiled as they walked away; his insides were doing somersaults.
"No, I definitely could not handle another year of this." he told himself.
