After pacing back and forth, he finally threw himself into the plush armchair in front of the fire. It was horrid here, he absolutely hated it. There were rules and the uniform and of course the classes to go to. It was cold in the castle, a lot colder than it should be considering it was a school of magic for crying out loud, but Dumbledore was adamant that they shouldn't let magic fix everything in their lives. Idiocy. Magic was their blessing, it was what separated them from those fool Muggles and from the insult to the magic community Squibs, and they shouldn't hesitate to use it whenever they could. It wasn't something they used only every so often when they were 'allowed', they were born with it, it was their right!

It was nothing but a prison here. Fool classes run by even more foolish teachers. Day in and day out, following a timetable...back home he was free to do as he pleased! He should have tutors, just like his mother wanted. Then he could learn what he wanted and when. He's be able to do what he liked otherwise, learn in whichever room he pleased, wear what he wanted for actually be warm! But no, his father insisted that he be social and live the lives of who he would grow up to work beside. He had to be amongst the circle to work the circle and understand the circle and he had to earn his followers and co workers the right way instead of just buying them off. Otherwise, if someone came along with a better prize, he'd lose them all just like that, his father said all this throughout dinner during the holidays, every night.

He was sick of it. At home he was singular, special. They followed his lead and he could have what he wanted. Here, at school he was closer to nothing since they were students, and there were hundreds alongside him. It was unfair, they were a mix of half bloods and mudbloods here, they were below him! Even most of the students from pureblood families were an insult to the name, like that Weasley family, and he, Draco was expected to mix with them? Never! They were filth, and he wouldn't, shouldn't even be expected to walk upon such!
He got up from his chair as others entered the common room, and after he threw a glare back over his shoulder at them, he disappeared down the stairs to his dorm room. At least there he could use magic to warm the place up. Draco knew that his father wished he could have sent Draco elsewhere. Unfortunately, he was also there to give his father word about Dumbledore, and that was where he would stay, until...

It was cold in his dorm room, amd messy, not like his home. The House Elves were a lot better there, better trained.

No, absolutely not. Hogwarts simply was not like home at all.