Draco sat in a secluded corner of the Slytherin table, staring into space, as Headmistress Mcgonagall gave her beginning of the year speech and the new firsties were sorted into their houses. The eighth years were given a whole new dorm and common room, so they would have to room with the other eighth years, and that made Draco nervous. He had too many secrets to keep, too many things to hide still. He couldn’t afford to be roomed with them. He would have to be extra careful this year. At least he had Snape to talk to if he needed him this year. Unfortunately, that was another thing he owed to Harry Potter; the life of his godfather. He had so much to make up for this year. He just hoped that it would be a quiet year, and he would be left in peace.