"What the bloody hell is everyone's problem! I didn't kill him! I didn't even try to. Everyone looks at me like I'm some mental case or something." His platinum hair was shabby and no longer gelled back stylishly. His long locks covered his china-doll face. He threw his robes onto the tabletop on top of the other robes left behind. He kicked the Gryffindor robes aside and his vest as well. His tie loosened around his neck and rolled up his sleeves. He looked down at his brandished arm. The mark burned his eyes as he looked at it.
"Its almost like the shame burns more than the actual mark." He said. He walked away from his robes to the next wall of books. He stared at the books, looking for something to comfort him. He felt tears build up in his eyes. He rubbed the ice blues to stop them. I can't cry. No more. He thought. Draco couldn't stop the urge that built up. His knees shook and he fell to the ground with tears pooling out of his eyes. He lied down on his arm and stared at his arm. He touched the mark and cried. Regret, anger, everything that the mark stood for was certainly doing its job to him. He turned over his arm and looked over at a small blue book in front of him.
Wonder what this is.The tiny book was in the corner hidden behind a large book entitled Familiars and Their Famous Owners. Draco pulled out the small blue book and opened it. The book had no writing and few pages. Draco found a small entry on the inside of the front cover.
"This being the second part of the Conversation Book set, upon reading this phrase, activates the set. I activate this book and solemnly swear that I will not leave this book without contact with its partner. Huh, that's weird. Who would make such a stupid book?" Draco asked. He picked up the book and looked down at the writing that read what he had said in script. He shrugged his shoulders and left the library with the book and his robes, disregarding yet again the robes on the ground.
"People leaving so fast that no one can even pick up their robes. Tsk" Draco left the library and down the near empty hall to the courtyard. The weather was dreary, a gray sky and no sunshine. Draco dropped the blue book into his forest green messanger bag. He threw himself onto a stone bench and pulled out a parchment and quill. His essay on Potions was due the following morning. He didn't even bother writing the essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts. As soon as his put the quill to the paper, a girl threw her arms around Draco's neck.
"How have you been Drakie?" Pansy asked. Draco nodded and continued working on his essay for Slughorn. Behind Pansy was followed by Crabbe and Goyle who sat beside Draco and Pansy parked herself on Draco's lap. He ignored her and didn't even hold her waist up and she fell back onto the bench.
"Irritated by Lupin returning? Its only for two months then the wolf is gone once again. I'm sure Snape'll-"
"Don't you dare mention that name in front of me ever again. Got it!" Draco said. He pushed his thin frame out of the group and left. He rushed past the Trio and pushed his way between Harry and Ron. Hermoine fell back onto the wooden post beside her.
"Out of my way Potter." Draco said.
"One day you'll regret it Malfoy! Or I'll make you!" Harry shouted. Draco continued to walk away and left for the Slytherin Common Room. His head pounded from anger and fell onto his bed staring up at the ceiling. The room was bare. Only half of the Slytherin students remained. Most of them being first years or the children of families who felt that being in Hogwarts was just as safe as their own home, with or without Dumbledore. Draco's mother was still off abiding by the threats and orders of the Dark Lord. His father no longer in the picture. He could only assume that after all of the chaos, his parents didn't have Draco on their mind at the moment.
He opened the book and read the last lines in it. He dropped the book down onto his nightstand and fell asleep. Hopefully his dreams would take him away from the chaos around him.