*Hot Pink Triangle* *2*
A black Mercedes. Draco pressed his forehead up against the cool backseat window. Everything flew past, too fast; it was making his head spin. He would have rather driven himself - but he was still coming down from last night. This headache was threatening to damage him completely and 7th year wasn't looking so good from here. Shit, I'd kill for another pill right now.
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Draco stood staring forward with a cigarette in one hand. All the people flashed by boarding the train and making a lot of fucking noise; Oblivious to everything but the sounds that attacked his raging headache. He was early. So far he had managed to avoid everyone. Parkinson bounded up to him then, attempting a conversation. He stared straight ahead; A long drag from his cigarette. Eventually she left, paying no attention to his usual demeanor, all black and morose. I'm a walking funeral he said out loud.
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Potter. He sat on the ground not too far away. Headphones. Writing in a book. Three guys ran up and tackled him laughing and messing up his hair. Draco watched as Harry talked enthusiastically with his friends. He looks different. Punk guys. Has a band. No Weasley or Granger? Bizarre. Harry looked back and caught his eye. Draco flipped him off. Harry smiled. Draco finished his cigarette and walked away.
"Where is Everybody?" -NineInchNails
A black Mercedes. Draco pressed his forehead up against the cool backseat window. Everything flew past, too fast; it was making his head spin. He would have rather driven himself - but he was still coming down from last night. This headache was threatening to damage him completely and 7th year wasn't looking so good from here. Shit, I'd kill for another pill right now.
** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Draco stood staring forward with a cigarette in one hand. All the people flashed by boarding the train and making a lot of fucking noise; Oblivious to everything but the sounds that attacked his raging headache. He was early. So far he had managed to avoid everyone. Parkinson bounded up to him then, attempting a conversation. He stared straight ahead; A long drag from his cigarette. Eventually she left, paying no attention to his usual demeanor, all black and morose. I'm a walking funeral he said out loud.
** * ** * ** * ** * ** *
Potter. He sat on the ground not too far away. Headphones. Writing in a book. Three guys ran up and tackled him laughing and messing up his hair. Draco watched as Harry talked enthusiastically with his friends. He looks different. Punk guys. Has a band. No Weasley or Granger? Bizarre. Harry looked back and caught his eye. Draco flipped him off. Harry smiled. Draco finished his cigarette and walked away.
"Where is Everybody?" -NineInchNails