To say Draco had quite the bit of inner turmoil rolling throughout his body at the time was quite the understatement. His mind raced with thousands of thoughts a minute, an ungodly pounding in his temple billowing down onto him like a steel drum.

He sat just along the stone ledge of the astronomy tower, looking out into the inky black night sky ahead of him. He wore a simple white button up, his Slytherin house tie, black slacks, belt, and shoes. His hair was disheveled and slightly unkempt, his silky blonde hair ruffled up. His eyes were shot and wide, his brows knit together.

He held his head in his hands as he groaned quietly to himself.

"Good Merlin..."

He sighed, relishing in the quiet silence that he himself were left in. Alone.

Or so he thought.

".. What's up with you, Malfoy?"

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts like a clap of thunder, his entire form immediately straightening itself out and upright. He brushed a hand through his hair, snapping at you slightly.

"What do you want, filthy mudblood?"

He sneered, glaring at you harshly.