Draco, Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in silence on the train. Their minds wondered to things like, had they packed enough socks? So sad. Every so often one of them would look around of go use the washroom or try to sleep. The uncomfortable silence wen't on for the better part of the trip. The rest of the trip was full of cnversation that went something like this:
"Stop moving your foot!"
"Stop being an ass!"
"I hate you."
"I hate you more."
"I hate you more than more."
"I hate you more than more than more."
"Shut up."
"You shut up!"
"You started the whole thing!"
And then someone would break up the fight. The fight was always with Draco. And it would always stop with them about to start getting physicaly violent.
Draco was having a great time getting harry Ron and Hermione mad. They weren't good at ignoring him. He was finaly having a chance to get some anger out.
Ron was getting irritated even more by the second. But when he looked at Draco, he couldn't help but feel weird inside. Like there was something about Malfoy that was like him. Looking at him made Ron remember the feelings that he had had at home. When he was forgot about one night when the family was all together and they were planning something. That wasn't the only time either. Ron had felt abandoned. Then every time Ron was upset about something his brothers and even Ginny would make a face at him and tell him too grow up. His father was too into his work and his mother was to into cleaning the house. Even Harry and Hermione had fogort about him on a few ocasions.
The thoughts of being forgotten were so discomforting to Ron. They made him feel rather worthless. Like they were all forgeting him because he wasn't worth remembering. He looked out the window and wished the feelings, and Draco would go away. The feeling that Draco was giving him sort of scaring him. It was like he connected with him...
Finally the train came to a stop and everyone was free to make their way off. Everyone in the compartment stood up and Draco smirked again.
"Nice riding with you freaks. how we never have to do it again." Draco said as left the compartment. The smirk was glued to his face again.
"Do you think he will ever stop being a bastard?" Harry said as he picked up his stuff.
"Nope."
Ron couldn't stop thing about that feeling he got. Feeling for Draco? Thats not right. Yuck. The feeling still stayed in his body. He was getting a few butterflies in his stomach just thinking about Draco. Why?! What is the world coming to!
Draco Found Crabbe and Goyle and the found a carrage together. Draco wasn't in any mood to have two idiots like them following him around like he was god but if he didn't, people would think somthing was wrong. Little did they know there was a lot wrong. Draco hadn't finished getting out all his anger on Potty and the Weasle; Not that he had expected to. No, this anger was to great to get out in one shot. This anger loomed inside Draco all the time. He couldn't escape from in no matter where he went. It was what kept him together some days. It was the only reason he didn't fall apart or kill someone, namely himself. Draco wanted revenge before he could do that. But Draco was afraid of what was under that anger. If he got rid of the anger, it would mean he would have to feel something else. And that something ese might be a pain greater that anything that he had felt before...