Draco's POV
"November, it's dreary and raining…again. I lie on my double bed coated with green silk sheets, I do not want to move. I have told the boys to leave me be, no doubt they are wandering off somewhere looking for food. God, I am sick of feeling this way, miserable, lonely…it's like I could be surrounded by people and still feel alone. The summer has been and gone and it all just feels like a painful memory; my father had taken me to join Voldemort and receive the dark mark, he must be so proud. I sense something is going to happen this year, I'm just not sure what but it will be big…"
I decide it's time to get up, I stand up and stretch, my joints have been so achy recently. I walk to the window and stare out, the whole of the grounds is covered in a light bed of snow, it's beautiful. I go to my private bathroom (perks of a rich father) and head to the basin; I look at my reflection and I look awful. My hair is tousled, I have bags under my eyes and my skin is pale, it's always pale but I look paler. I splash my face with water in an effort to wake myself up a bit more. 'God, I need a shower'. I go to my shower and turn the hot water on, the water feels good against my skin. As I stand under the hot water I can already feel my tensions melting away, 'What is wrong with me?', I shouldn't be feeling this way…I shouldn't be feeling this way about HIM. How humorous and ironic that I, Draco Malfoy, would have feelings for the golden boy Harry Potter. Oh, it irritates me so, and yet I can't stop thinking about him! It's so frustrating!
I turn the hot water off and grab my towel, the room is steamed up and smells magnificently like cinnamon and oak. I wander back to the mirror and wipe away the mist, 'I still look pale, why do I look this way?'. The shower has done little to relieve my aching muscles and instead shows the constant reminder of my set-out path like a dark beacon on my inner left forearm. I dry quickly and head to my chambers to dress, selecting a pair of slim dark grey jeans and a fitted black t-shirt I decide I look presentable. It wasn't until I sat on my bed to put on my black shoes that I noticed the envelope sitting on my pillow. Strange…I hadn't heard anyone enter my room. Hastily, I opened the letter to find a single piece of white paper inside; the paper showed 4 words 'IT WILL HAPPEN SOON'.
What was that supposed to mean? What will happen? I bet it's nothing, probably some first year playing a prank to try earn his skin. Pushing the letter back inside the envelope and locking it away in the bedside drawer I continue to finish putting my shoes on. With one last look in the mirror I decide I look good enough and head down to the common room, the room is grand and decorated in our house colours, I glance over to Blaize and Goyle sitting on the plush black leather sofa eating what appears to be a hefty stash from Honeydukes. "Malfoy, are you feeling better?" Goyle asks with half a Matchstick hanging from his mouth. "Matchsticks? Really Goyle, even you can't be stupid enough to believe these actually work". Taking one from the box I sneer at ridiculousness of the candy, supposedly able to reveal the favourite flavour of your crush. As I chew I taste the delicious cool flavour of peppermint, my favourite flavour, followed by the fruitiness of blueberry, hm, interesting combination. Finishing the sweet the message in the envelope is whirling around my mind, I decide I need some better security for my quarters, perhaps a stronger charm. "I'm going out, clean up after yourselves when you're done, we don't all want to live in filth". And with that I get up and head to the library.