Draco and OPEN
Draco's desire was to sit quietly on the train journey, look out of the window, and pretend he wasn't there. That was going to be difficult, he suspected, but he had no duties he needed to perform, and even if he did he didn't think he'd be participating in them.
His body still hurt periodically, when the potions he and Theodore had found begun to wear off, but he didn't want to sit there sipping potent painkillers in front of all of the nosey wretches he had, for some reason, decided to fraternise with again. The bruise on his face had been reasonably covered up, the one on his throat had faded of it's own accord. Nothing else was visible, aside from his frown and his rather huddled demeanour.
People passed back and forth outside of his compartment, some looked in, all continued on their way. It was probably wishful thinking to assume that this would continue for the length of the journey, with the exception of Theodore who would no doubt check on him, and maybe Harry. He hoped Harry. But then Harry would know something was wrong immediately, and that was the reason he hadn't called him first and-
Draco closed his eyes. If he feigned sleep, maybe he'd be left in peace