Draco was nervous. He hadn’t seen Hannah at all and he was starting to fear the worst. He was afraid for her. He was afraid for himself. All in all, he was afraid and it was all consuming.
He’d tried to deal with his friends but found that to be impossible. He sulked and acted aloof as if whatever was bothering him was important and secret. This worked as it was not the first time he had done it.
Starting to wander the train, Draco took out his frustration on a few Gryffindor third years that mouthed off to him. A few hexes sent them scurrying away and pleased Crabbe and Goyle.
He needed to be rid of them. “Go make sure they get back to their cabins and stay there,” he barked at his lackeys. Like good lackeys, they immediately took off to do as they were told.
By the last car, Draco was growing frantic. He felt a surge of relief when he saw Hannah sitting alone in the last car. He wanted to quip or say something snarky to hide his relief. Instead, he stepped in and threw his arms around her without a word.