Draco Malfoy lay on his back late on night, staring at the ceiling. Soft snoring from other people in the Slytherin house echoed throughout the dormitory.
The noise was beginning to get on his nerves. He kicked his covers back angrily and trudged down to the common room.
There, he sat in an overstuffed leather chair, deep in thought.
'People always think I'm so bad! But I'm not, really I'm not…"
He curled up and thought, 'If only people knew the real me…or is this cold, uncaring, arrogant, and aloof person the real me?'
With that he yawned and stood up and glanced at the time. The old clock in the corner read 5:57 A.M.
"Good," Draco muttered irritably to himself. "Only three more minutes until they all wake up."
He then realized how tired he was, after a totally sleepless night. Yawning, he began to stumble out of Slytherin down to the Great Hall for breakfast…although he wasn't the least bit hungry.
Feeling blank, he idly put a forkful of hash browns in his mouth.
'Life sucks. What's the point of living?'
He felt this way even more, especially after Harry Potter and his fan club walked in.
Draco completely lost his appetite. He pushed away his food and sauntered out of the cafeteria.
As he left, he shoved Harry for no apparent reason. Harry glared at him, but Hermione pulled him away and said, "Harry, look at his eyes."
Before either of them could see him cry, he left.