Draco got the dark mark a few days ago. He's been insanely down. The whole process was horrible because it was forced and he never wanted it. He simply didn't have a choice.

He spend a lot of time with his mother. But at times she couldn't be there, his sister was.

Half sister.

She's laying with her head on his lap. They're used to the affection. Because they never got it from anyone else; they always comforted each other.

It's been a while. And they really grew apart. He's playing with her hair as she sleeps. At least... That's what he thinks.

"I love you, y'know..."

He mutters. She's a deep sleeper, so she shouldn't wake. He just doesn't know she's never fallen asleep.

"Even if you keep correcting people you're my half sister and we're not actually blood related."

He chuckles softly. His other hand playing with her fingers and wrist. Her arm is so beautiful. It's empty. He'll do his absolute best to keep it that way.

"I miss us.."