"Hogwarts, what a pathetic excuse for a school," Draco said, his signature sneer wrinkling his nose. “Think I’d sooner pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I’d have to continue for another two years.” Draco spat, disgust and contempt dripping from his words as he glanced out the window of the train. You looked at him, your heart palpitating with unease and anxiety, his innuendo clear but still, you had to clarify.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, concern for your friend clear in your tone. Your demeanor became tense.

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year.” He explained vaguely, his gaze locked with yours. And you thought you detected a hint of a smug smirk on his lips. You were somewhat put-off by what he said. As the train grew nearer to the looming stone castle that you and hundreds of other students knew as Hogwart’s, the beautiful scenery of a snow-covered mountainside passing by in a blur as you and Draco sat in your compartment, your anxiety only grew. He's leaving Hogwart’s? You thought, and you knew he was making a mistake; jeopardizing his education like he was saying. And to add insult to injury, the fact that he seemed so nonchalant about leaving you behind made your heart hurt.