"Draco, you've been awfully quiet," said Astoria Greengrass shrilly. Draco turned away from the general conversation in their compartment and faced the landscape flashing by. The rattling of the train, the murmurs of students passing the door and Astoria Greengrass' insistent shrieking all contributed to Draco's growing irritation. The small glance of bushy brown hair as it whipped past their compartment door didn't help. Especially when a flash of familiar ginger hair followed that glance. Did you know he was there? Did you care?
"Draco, are you even listening?" asked Astoria sharply, forcing Draco to turn away from the window. "You're always off in your own little world Draco, honestly..." Draco tuned out the rest of her sentence, not caring to hear.
It didn't last for long though. The small group of Slytherins' babble of noise had risen to a new high. Draco found himself yearning for the moment he would depart the train and leave all them behind at King's Cross. And never look back.
He vaguely wondered who would be there to accompany him home. Then he realised he didn't care.
"I need some air," he said suddenly, rising. Before his friends could say anything, he was already gone.
