As Draco took his seat again, he rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Hogwarts, what a pathetic excuse for school." He said, sneering at the thought of returning to that wretched school for yet another year. He saw no real reason to continue getting an "education" from the halfwits who called themselves professors.
At least one good thing would come from this. He would be there. With his stupid floppy, dark hair, and his big round glasses. Harry Potter.
In the beginning he had hated the chosen one. However, over the years Draco couldn't help but to notice things about the boy who lived, like the way his eyes would sparkle when he, the weasel, and the know it were all up to something. Or the way he seemed ready for anything.
Would he be ready for the truth about Dracos feelings for him? What would he say? What would he do? He was brought out of his thoughts by Blaise chuckling at something.
"Amused, Blaise?" Draco asked, slightly embarrassed about the direction that his thoughts had turned.
"We'll see just who's laughing in the end." He spat.
Just then, a slight movement from above in the luggage rack caught his attention but he said nothing to anyone else around him. Draco had an idea as to what was going on up there. If it was what he thought it was, or rather who he thought it was, Draco decided he needed a plan of action.