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Draco

Usually when you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch, you take your lunch bag or your ordered lunch and plop down next to someone going, "hi, I'm Draco, nice to meet you."

Or at least thats what teachers and parents want you to do. And Draco Malfoy knew all about it. Not having anyone to sit with doesn't make you want to sit with people you don't know and have them look at you like you're crazy. No. Draco doesn't want that.

Draco Malfoy sits by himself every single day. No one at a table for miles, at least that's what it felt like to him. Draco always had the same lunch— a turkey sandwich, a bag of chips, an apple, and a bottle of water. That's all he needed.

Sometimes he didn't eat, though. Whenever he got too sad to eat. When he would sit down and know people were looking at him. When he knew people knew he was alone. When he knew no one would sit with him.

He would get hot tears in his eyes, but they wouldn't come out. They just pooled up in his eyes. His throats would get hot, dry, and sore. It always felt like he was swallowing a boulder whenever he gulped down his tears in an attempt to keep himself from crying. On those days, he knew. He just knew that he wouldn't be eating.

Draco sat down at his usual table and got his grey lunch bag out. He sat down and drank his water slowly as he read his book, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration. He finally finished the book and sighed. Now he didn't have anything to do for the next half an hour.

He looked up, now nibbling on his sandwich, and glanced around the room. He saw everyone with their little cliques.

The band geeks, who were literally always reading sheet music or talking trash about Stephanie, who apparently just couldn't stay in tune.

Then there were the nerds. The ones who were obsessed with getting good grades. It was almost like a drug to them, the satisfaction of getting an A on every assignment they get. An addiction. They couldn't and wouldn't stop.

Then the fandom people. Consisted of fan girls and fanboys, the fandom table talked about it all. From The Walking Dead to The Mortal Instruments, Sherlock to Supernatural. They mainly talked about ships and sacrificial plans to make their OTPs 'canon' as they called it.

Then there were the kiss ups, the people who always complement the teachers. They laugh at their jokes and do everything they can to kiss the teachers left ass cheek so that they will be well known. You know who they are at your school, don't lie.

Then the jocks. Draco hated them. There was Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Ronald Weasley, Harry Potter, and Blaise Zabini. They were assholes. Well, most of them at least. Draco has met most of them, who were assholes, and the ones he didn't know, he assumed they were assholes. The jocks did everything they could to make you know that you were a peasant. On the food chain, you're an injured bunny and they're a fox on steroids. They loved madness, making people feel horrible. He just knew that the ones that he hadn't met were assholes too.

You see, the lunchroom was basically madness. Everyone had their own clique and their own thing that they did.

Well, in the middle of the madness, sat a 5'4, seventeen year old blond boy named Draco Malfoy. And he hated the madness.

He hated being alone.