The train hummed as it sped along the tracks, the familiar sound of wheels clacking against metal filling the compartment. You were seated with the usual crew-Pansy perched primly by the window, flipping through a magazine and commenting snidely on the fashion disasters of the wizarding world, while Blaise leaned back against the seat, an air of cool indifference about him as he skimmed a book.

The train's journey back to Hogwarts was always a mix of chatter and occasional mischief, but today felt different. Draco sat beside you, his usual sharp demeanor dulled, and his pale complexion even more ghostly than usual. His head rested against your shoulder, his silvery blond hair slightly disheveled, and his eyes fluttered closed. Every so often, the train would jostle, and he would let out a quiet groan, his fingers gripping the edge of his seat as if to steady himself.

"Malfoy, you look positively dreadful," Pansy said, her tone somewhere between concern and disdain as she glanced up from her magazine.

"Thanks for the observation, Pansy," Draco muttered weakly without opening his eyes. His voice was strained, lacking its usual bite. "That's incredibly helpful."

You shot her a look. "He's motion sick," you said firmly, adjusting slightly so Draco could lean more comfortably against you. "just let him rest."

Blaise chuckled softly from across the compartment, his book lowering just enough to reveal his amused smirk. "The mighty Draco Malfoy, brought down by a moving train," he teased.

Draco opened one eye to glare at him. before groaning again and closing his eye. His hand shifted toward his stomach as though trying to will it to settle. he murmured quietly, his voice almost inaudible. "Remind me why I keep them around."

"Because we're fabulous," Pansy quipped, flipping a page of her magazine with exaggerated flair. Blaise merely smirked, returning to his book without a word.