thought it was for another comment I made or sumthin Sorry!
Yeah, well I'm on the 9th chapter (nearly 10th now), so I may as well post like... now. And I was kinda joking with the 'well tough' thing anyways, couldn't resist cause I hear it all the time
Kinda short (in my opinion), but again, if I feel like it, I might add the 4th chapter... just might

Chapter 3
Thestrals

Draco endured Pansy’s continual dragging explanations, she still hadn’t finished about her summer when he got back. He reached up into his suitcase and pulled out a book, and putting away the chocolate frogs he had bought. He never really liked reading, he hated it really, almost never touching a book, but Pansy had made him do it, and that was just plain sad to him. He flipped it open.
“What’re you doing?” Pansy asked in an eager way.
“Reading,” Draco responded as if it was obvious, opening to the first page.
“Don’t you want to hear about my summer?” she asked.
“Did you think I wanted to an hour ago?” Draco responded in a surprised way. He noticed Pansy looked shocked for a moment, but then her ugly features brightened.
“Oh you silly! You should’ve said you wanted to hear more about my visit to my aunt’s a few days before!”
Before Draco could respond, Pansy launched into another story. He saw Blaise chuckling, but it ceased when Draco gave him a cold glare. Looking out the window, Draco saw it was already dark, and he was starting to see the lights of Hogwarts. He stood up and pulled out his suitcase. Opening it, he pulled out his robes.
“What’re you doing?” Pant asked again, similar eager tone echoing in the room. Draco ignored her, shut his suitcase, put it in the storage above the seats and left the compartment.
“Is he not feeling good today?” he heard Pansy ask Blaise as he headed for the guy’s bathroom.
Pansy’s horrible face reflected in his mind as he opened the bathroom door, but it seemed to melt away after a moment. Pansy’s greasy face turned into Hermione’s bright expression. But Draco didn’t shake the thought away, he actually liked it, to his own surprise.
After changing, he walked out of the bathroom and back towards the compartment. He considered going to the next one over, wanting to be away from Pansy’s annoying personality. He realized Pansy would probably end up ‘trying to help’ and bring him his things, and he didn’t want the cow to touch anything of his. It was all too good for her, so he went back into the compartment with Blaise and Pansy, for once in his life wishing Crabbe and Goyle were with him, enduring the cow in their presence.
Within moments of entering the compartment, which he found empty, the train lurched to a stop. Safely closing his bags, he pulled them all down and started lugging them out of the compartment. When he opened the compartment door, he found he had to wait for a near ten minutes until he could even push into the throng of students, since there was nothing left to push into really, he was at the end (Blaise and Pansy seemed to get out before him). By the time he got out of the train, there was only one carriage left.
“Wha...?” he murmured when he saw some black horses at the carriage. Since when did the ugly, black horses pull the carriages to the school? Was it new?
“No way...”
Turning around, he saw Hermione running out of the train. She stopped when she looked at the carriage, and then Draco.
“You see those horses too?”
“What are you talking about, Malfoy?” Hermione snapped.
“The things pulling the carriage...”
“Thestrals?”
“Yeah, can’t you see them.”
“Where?”
“In front of the carriage, pulling it!”
Hermione scoffed.
“Of course you could see them. You saw Dumbledore die.” With that, she pushed past him and into the carriage.
He ran behind her, pushing his way inside before she could slam the carriage door shut, trying not to be left behind. They sat in an awkward silence the whole way to Hogwarts, the last of the students to enter the Great Hall.